Yan Murong was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and when he woke up, he found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning, Su Qingwu had already gone to work, and his Nokia antique mobile phone was screaming on the bedside table, vibrating happily, and he grabbed it when it was about to shake under the table.

"Master, master, read the newspaper, watch TV, you're on TV." Liang Shaokun's excited voice came from the phone.

"I'm sleeping, what TV is I watching?" Yan Murong said angrily.

Yesterday's free clinic made him very popular, but he was too tired, and the continuous diagnosis and treatment made him fall into bed after returning home, and slept until dawn.

"Then get up and take a look." Liang Shaokun said urgently.

"Got it." Yan Murong answered and hung up the phone, he still wanted to sleep for a while.

But the reality is often not as people want, the phone seems to be infected, and it starts to ring non-stop, some are Ning Kun, some are wrong, some are Chen Hanqing, and even Teng Xiangling, who is far away in Hong Kong, has called.

There was no way, Yan Murong could only bounce up from the bed with a carp, clean up and walk downstairs.

"Son, son, come and see." As soon as he walked downstairs, Guo Wanjun, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV, heard the voice, beckoned to Yan Murong vigorously, and saw Yan Murong running into the kitchen to find something to eat, so he ran over impatiently and pulled him to press him on the sofa.

"Son, look." Guo Wanjun had an irrepressible happy smile on her face, pointing to the TV and said.

"I see, I see, Mom, you calm down." Yan Murong smiled helplessly and sat on the sofa.

The TV is playing the program "News Live Room", and the original host of this show was Yao Yao, perhaps because Yan Murong made such a big ugliness yesterday, which made the leaders of the station very dissatisfied, so today's host was replaced by another young beauty.

There was no clip of Yao Yao's diabetes collapse on TV, but only what Yan Murong said and the clip of them treating everyone.

"What makes these doctors so insistent?" The host said emotionally. "They worked for eight hours without a penny of pay, and even though some of them had lost their strength and walked out by someone at the end of the free clinic, they were smiling with tears on their faces when they heard the crowd's thanks."

Then, there was a clip on TV of people shouting thanks at the end of the free clinic, whether they were in line or not, they all chanted in unison, thanking these people who have worked hard for the national treasure.

"The organizer of this free clinic, Mr. Yan Murong, president of the Chinese Medical Union, raised such a question." The moderator continued. He said that traditional Chinese medicine has been popular for thousands of years, but it has declined in just over 100 years, so how long will it take for it to perish? -- This is a question worth pondering. ”

"Son, did you really say that?" Guo Wanjun turned off the TV, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded. "But there is nothing to reflect on this problem, the situation was a bit special at that time, so I just said that, and I didn't want them to reflect on anything, just reminded them that if Chinese medicine continues like this, it will really be over."

"Look at this again." Guo Wanjun handed over a stack of newspapers. "This was delivered by the guards in the morning."

Yan Murong took the thick stack of newspapers, and the news of yesterday's free clinic was published on the front page of each newspaper.

It's okay not to look at this, but as soon as he saw it, Yan Murong's face smiled like a blooming dog's tail flower.

It's rare for these reporters to give so much face, and none of them are in the opposite tune, which is really rare.

"Lovely People: They Work Hard for the Rise of Traditional Chinese Medicine", "People Who Dedicate to National Treasures", "Millennium Treasures, A Hundred Years of Loneliness, and the Rise is Just Around the Corner" All newspapers basically report on the free clinic with positive energy messages, and some newspapers directly copied the words that Yan Murong said yesterday, and also used enlarged and bold fonts to make Yan Murong blush when he looked at it - "Chinese medicine abused him thousands of times, and he treated Chinese medicine like his first love" - although Yan Murong didn't think it was a game, but, It was indeed a competition, a contest between traditional medicine and high technology, and a contest between him and Zheng Wuming. Luckily, he won.

On TV, in newspapers, and on the Internet, there were reports about their free clinics, and many enthusiastic young people, middle-aged and elderly people who were affected by his words have published replies, showing their willingness to support and believe in traditional Chinese medicine. And there is very little news about Zheng Wuming.

Just when Yan Murong was holding a fritter and holding a newspaper in his mouth, thinking about whether to take advantage of this shareholder wind to work harder, Guo Wanjun told him that Ning Kun had come to him.

"Looks like we've succeeded." Ning Kun pulled a chair and sat opposite Yan Murong and said with a smile.

"It's just a small step, not something to be proud of." Yan Murong said with a serious face, completely forgetting that the smile he had just made was grinning.

"Something to eat?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to the fritters on the plate.

"No, I've eaten it." Ning Kun shook his head and said. "I didn't elaborate on calling you in the morning, the person you asked me to check before has the result."

"Oh? Let's talk about it. Yan Murong's eyes lit up. As early as when he participated in Zheng Wuming's party, he was a little strange about the relationship between Zheng Wuming and Ming Junli, and later after he learned that Zheng Wuming lived in Ming Junli's house, it was even more strange. However, he didn't let Longteng's people go to the errand, but asked Ning Kun to check it secretly.

"Needless to say, Ming Junli has no problem, everything recorded in the archives is correct." Ning Kun said with a smile. "Guess what I found?"

"Let me guess again, believe it or not, I put this bowl of soy milk all on your head?" Yan Murong said "threateningly".

What's wrong with this world, women like to say you guess, why do men also like to say you guess?

"Okay, I said." Ning Kun hurriedly raised his hand to surrender, but he knew that Yan Murong really dared to put that bowl of soy milk on his head, this joke was unacceptable.

"Ming Junli has no problem, the problem lies with his Lao Tzu." Ning Kun said. "Y-oh, you don't have to guess, I'll just say it."

He just wanted to say you guess, but when he saw Yan Murong's eyes spinning around on the soy milk and his head, he quickly swallowed back the guess that he didn't spit out, and said. "Ming Junli's name is Ming Zhebao, it's also interesting to say, this old guy was Zheng Yan's housekeeper thirty years ago."