When he saw the groups of reporters from all walks of life carrying long guns and short cannons, Yan Murong smiled like a dog's tail flower.

When Yan Murong entered a conference room specially prepared by Mitsui Junming, the group of reporters who were still quiet suddenly exploded, if it weren't for the fear of the Mitsui family, I am afraid that there would be a lot more microphones in front of Yan Murong's mouth in the first place.

Yan Murong was quite satisfied with this interview similar to a press conference made by Toshiaki Mitsui, and walked to the front stage accompanied by Xiao Snake and Toshiaki Mitsui.

"I'm really flattered to hear that I'm quite popular with you in the island country." Yan Murong said jokingly, which immediately caused a small noise below. Because there are headphones with synchronous voice translation, Yan Murong doesn't have to worry about not being able to understand the words of this group of reporters.

"Okay, everyone's time is precious, just say whatever you want." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I don't even know what you're going to ask when you want to see me."

As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, a female reporter sitting in the front row stood up. "Hello Mr. Yan, I'm Mei Daiko, a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun, will there be a limit on the number of questions today?"

"Nope." Yan Murong shook his head with a smile. "But I think there should be a time limit."

Looking at the female reporter standing up in the audience, Yan Murong's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head regretfully.

Although this female reporter is beautiful, and she has an intellectual beauty under the backdrop of professional clothes, the two legs that together obviously can't even hold a piece of A4 paper, make you completely lose interest.

"That's good." The female reporter smiled sweetly and asked. "So, may I ask Mr. Yan, are you a Chinese medicine practitioner? I also have some understanding of Chinese medicine, it is very magical, and Korean medicine is called the world's two major ancient medical techniques, what do you think about this issue? ”

"I need to correct your words." Yan Murong said with a smile. "First of all, you said that Chinese medicine is amazing, and I agree. China has a history of 5,000 years of civilization, starting from Shennong's family, there is a beautiful legend of Shennong tasting a hundred herbs, it is conceivable that after 5,000 years of development, Chinese medicine is also progressing. ”

Regardless of whether the reporters from these island countries in the audience knew these myths and stories of Huaxia, Yan Murong continued after flickering. "What I want to correct you is that I do not deny the miracle of Oriental medicine - but, as it turns out, Oriental medicine has evolved from our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. In other words, no matter how miraculous Korean medicine is, its ancestor is always Huaxia -- of course, the nation that always likes to say that other people's things are its own has to come up with the name of the world's two great ancient medical techniques, and I have no objection to it -- in fact, I only know that only Chinese medicine can be called ancient medical techniques. ”

"How do you prove the magic of Chinese medicine?" A male reporter suddenly stood up.

"How do I need to prove this?" Yan Murong looked at the small man with a smile on his face and said. "Will I tell you you have kidney deficiency?"

"Boom-"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, a group of reporters burst into laughter, and the male reporter's face was even redder, with embarrassment and a little anger.

"Look, your face is pale, the bags under your eyes are prominent, and it's obvious symptoms." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Do you want me to prescribe you a pair of medicines? Go back and eat for a week, and you'll be able to have a pillar of optimus every morning. ”

Yan Murong's words caused a burst of laughter again, and even Mitsui Toshiaki, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but pull the muscles at the corners of his mouth. After dealing with Yan Murong for so long, he knew that this guy was very difficult to deal with, and it would not be beneficial to disagree with him. However, he was very interested in the prescription that Yan Murong said.

"Hello Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter for TV Tokyo." After the male reporter sat down with an embarrassed expression, another reporter stood up, and I don't know if Mitsui Toshiaki is taking care of Yan Murong's aesthetics or what's going on, most of the people who came today are some beautiful female reporters.

"Hello." Yan Murong nodded politely.

"Mr. Yan, I heard that Mr. Masao Mitsui has an extremely rare strange disease." The female reporter asked. "Since you are the attending physician, can you explain in detail about Mr. Mitsui's condition and the treatment methods you use?"

"The treatment is simple." As he spoke, Yan Murong took out a silver needle and said. "I'm afraid you won't believe me just by talking about it, so please come up and experience it."

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, the female reporter walked to Yan Murong's side, and then at Yan Murong's request, she unbuttoned her professional suit with a flushed face, and pulled up her shirt slightly, revealing a snow-white abdomen, which made the eyes of many men sitting in the audience almost straighten.

"Frequent menstrual cramps, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's normal for a job like yours to have this problem, it's just because of the lack of qi and blood caused by long-term work, it's easy."

After speaking, Yan Murong pinched the silver needle, and the internal qi was instantly poured into the silver needle, and at the same time that the female reporter was surprised how the silver needle could tremble, Yan Murong's hand rose and fell, and the silver needle steadily pierced into the female reporter's Tianshu acupoint.

"Ah, I feel something moving in my stomach." The female reporter suddenly exclaimed, causing many people in the audience to stand together, stretching their necks one by one, staring at the lower abdomen of the female reporter.

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

As Yan Murong's internal qi poured in, the female reporter couldn't help but let out a cry that was almost like a moan, and in an instant, many men in the audience erected flagpoles.

"Damn, as for it, acupuncture can make this kind of noise, you are really dedicated." Yan Murong muttered quietly.

Soon, when Yan Murong saw that the female reporter was already flushed, he quickly pulled out the silver needle and asked with a smile. "Doesn't it hurt anymore?"

"yes, it really doesn't hurt anymore." The female reporter blushed, and there was something wrong with Yan Murong's eyes. "Chinese medicine is really amazing, I just felt a warm current in my stomach, so comfortable."

"Are there any questions now?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"There's a personal question." The female reporter looked shy, and said in a voice like a mosquito. "Mr. Yan, I wonder if you have a girlfriend?"

Damn, so straightforward?

Yan Murong was shocked, and didn't think that he was just trying to prove the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, and he actually attracted the pursuit of a female reporter.

"I'm married." Yan Murong hurriedly said.

"Huh? Are you married? The female reporter suddenly looked lost, thought about it, raised her head again, looked at Yan Murong with rolling eyes, and asked in a low voice. Are you short of a lover? ”