Smith is the secretary of the U.S. Department of Healthcare, in other words, his status in the United States is the same as Liang Zhengtao's status in China, he is the leader of the U.S. medical system, and now everyone is on other people's territory, so naturally he has to give some face.

Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, anyway, it wasn't his fault that this matter was. I said it well, this little man came up to find fault for no reason, who don't scold him?

Smith spoke, and Kojima Kawaichi naturally didn't dare to contradict it, and glanced at Yan Murong with resentment in his eyes, and sat down with a dark face.

"Huh? Dr. Horn, where did we just go? Yan Murong asked. I had a good conversation just now, but I was barked twice by the dog and forgot. ”

"You-"

Kojimagawa was furious, and just wanted to stand up and fight back, when he saw Smith's cold eyes, he immediately wilted, lowered his head and didn't speak, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Talk about the reason why people get the flu." Horn said. "This is very simple, there are many aspects to say, but there is only one thing to sum up - it is related to human resistance."

"Human internal organs have different functions, according to scientific verification, there are also antibiotics in human blood, if people's resistance is weak, the antibiotics in the blood will also be less, so it will cause influenza."

"Dr. Horn deserves to be a doctor." Yan Murong smiled, silently threw a sycophant, and said. "That's true. So, what I want to say is, since we have not yet found pathogen carriers and researched effective antibiotics, can we treat them in the direction of increasing resistance first? ”

"With what? With high protein? Horn asked curiously, then shook his head again. I am afraid that this will not work, and it will not work if the influenza virus is completely eliminated, but only to increase the patient's nutrition and resistance. ”

"I know no." Yan Murong looked around at everyone and asked. "Unless you have another way, or develop an effective antibiotic."

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, all with a helpless face.

Indeed, they have no way to develop antibiotics based on virus samples collected from patients alone, and they must need samples from pathogen carriers.

"In addition, I can try to treat patients with Chinese medicine diet therapy and acupuncture." Yan Murong said.

"What? Chinese medicine? Isn't that a trick to deceive? Kojima Kawaichi shouted again. Jokes, it's just a big joke, Chinese medicine can also cure diseases? Is it just those roots and turf? - Hmph, a bunch of ignorant guys, just like those Koreans, don't believe in science, but believe in Chinese medicine, just like stupid pigs. ”

Hearing Kojima Chuanyi's words, Yan Murong was so rare that he didn't scold back, but instead a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

As the old saying goes, you can still live if you do evil in heaven, but you can't live if you do evil in yourself. This person, once you make a mistake, you can't pull it even if you want to. This guy didn't know what he ate that he didn't digest, he didn't recruit him or provoke him, he first scolded himself, let himself be scolded for a while, and just after being honest for a while, such a big fart kung fu jumped out again, and even the Koreans were brought in.

With the shameless character of the Goryeo sticks who dare to put anything on their own country, can they honestly sit there and be scolded? -- The answer is no.

"Kojima Chuanichi, all of you island people are dwarfs, your body is not fully developed, and your head is not fully developed, what happened to the Chinese medicine? It is a miraculous skill created by our ancestors after a lot of hard work, and you can't insult it - it doesn't matter if you look down on Chinese medicine, after all, Chinese medicine only borrows from Chinese medicine, and what you have learned is not complete. However, you must not look down on Chinese medicine - hmph, do you want me to prick you with two needles and let you experience the magic of Chinese medicine? ”

Little stick, really shameless, Yan Murong scolded secretly in his heart. He has always thought that his face is the second in the world - the old man is the first in the world.

However, it is better to be famous than to meet, and today listening to this little stick's words, he felt deeply ashamed. He can't practice this shameless temperament for eight lifetimes.

Smith looked helpless, these guys didn't know what medicine they had taken wrong, and they couldn't even distinguish between priorities. This is a matter of safety for people in the United States and even around the world, and they are still in the mood to quarrel. When he saw Yan Murong sitting there watching the play with a smile on his face, he was even more angry.

This guy, every time I meet him, nothing good happens.

"That's enough." Smith slapped the table and snorted. "Please be mindful of your words and actions, and don't discuss anything that has nothing to do with this meeting - Kojima Kawaichi, if you say something that has nothing to do with this meeting, I will have you invited out."

Seeing Smith getting angry, Kojimagawa suddenly wilted. To be a slave is to have the consciousness of being a slave, and there is no good end for the master to do it - this is like a child quarreling with an adult. If you don't win, you will be beaten. Won the argument - congratulations, it's definitely a mixed fight.

"Doctor Yan, tell me about your plan." Smith looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Supplementation is the mainstay, and treatment is supplemented." Yan Murong said. "At least until you find the pathogen carriers and develop antibiotics. While increasing the patient's resistance, I will use acupuncture to assist in treatment. ”

"There's no other way?" Smith asked unwillingly. The United States has always been a big brother in various fields in front of the world, but now it wants a Chinese medicine doctor to lead the treatment, and he is a little unwilling.

"Could it be that Minister Smith could have done better?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"Nope." Smith shook his head helplessly, looked at the South Korean team again, and said. "Dr. Park Sung-li, do you think Dr. Yan's proposal is feasible?"

"Of course it works." Park Sung-li, the Korean doctor who quarreled with Kojima Chuanyi, said confidently. "Chinese medicine is very magical, and I agree with his approach."

Yan Murong sneered in his heart, this little stick, don't forget to say this at this time, the shameless realm is already at the full level, and it is estimated that if you continue to cultivate, you will be able to soar from the sky.

"Is there anything else you have to say?" Smith looked at the crowd and asked, waited for a long time, and when he saw that no one spoke, he said. "Then follow Dr. Yan's proposal, however, I suggest that others should not relax, and I hope you can hurry up and develop effective antibiotics."

"Secretary Smith, I have a request." Yan Murong said suddenly.

"Say it." Smith nodded.

"You saw it too." Yan Murong pointed to the few people behind him and said. "We only have three TCM practitioners in our Huaxia team, so I need more TCM practitioners to participate in the treatment."

"Me too, me too." Park Sung-ri also shouted. "I'm also going to contact my country, and I need help from other Chinese doctors."