"Y-you-you dare to scold me?"

Yang Hua trembled with anger, and the few white hairs on his head also trembled, and his fingers trembled and pointed at Yan Murong, just like Parkinson's.

Put your grandma's fart? What's wrong with young people now? In the past, when they scolded people, they greeted each other's mothers at most, but now young people directly praise their mothers and scold their grandmothers - Yang Huacheng thought, is it easier to anger the opponent when the scolding is higher now?

Yes, Yang Huacheng was very angry, but because of his identity, he would not greet Yan Murong's grandmother.

Yang Huacheng is sixty-two years old this year, and when he was a teenager, he fled to Hong Kong with his parents in the ** scene where countless people were locked up in the cowshed, and then went from Hong Kong to the United States, which is decades. Especially in the past 20 years, he has grown older and his reputation has come out, and he can hardly hear the voices of others scolding him, and more respect for himself, and now, Yan Murong has let him reminisce about the taste of a long absence.

"I scolded you? I want to hit you. Yan Murong looked at Yang Huacheng with an angry face. You are also a big man, the soil is buried in your chest, and you have eaten more salt than I have eaten for decades, why are you so ignorant? ”

"You-"

"Don't speak." Yan Murong interrupted Yang Huacheng's words with a wave of his hand. "You say I'm foul, okay, I accept that. You say you're going to disqualify me, or you can't let me go. ”

As he spoke, Yan Murong pointed to the team that had already slapped and couldn't see the edge and said. "Look at this group of people, it's true that they are from the island country, but, as a doctor, didn't your master teach you the four words "don't pick patients"? - I know you want to win this game, I understand, you use this reason to rob patients, and I understand that I can not care if you win or lose this bullshit game. But you have no right, and you can't let me go—these people, sick or not, have lined up before me, and it is my duty to examine each of them, as a doctor has done so. ”

There were a lot of people present, but most of them couldn't understand Huaxia, and only a few people could understand what Yan Murong meant. After Yan Murong finished speaking in one breath, he immediately applauded.

Yan Murong is right, whether it is a family feud or a national hatred, but now, his identity is just a doctor, just like a police officer catching a thief, his vocation is to cure the disease and save people, even if the enemy who is standing in front of him now is the enemy who killed his whole family, he will do his best to cure the person - and then kill him with his own hands.

This remark was deafening, making Yang Huacheng and several old men around him all stunned.

Yes, this young man is right, what he said is really inconsiderate.

Since becoming the president of the American Traditional Chinese Medicine Union, Yang Huacheng's mentality has changed - even if it is not a commercial organization, but now, especially in the United States, where the copper smell is stronger than anywhere else, fame and money have been subtly changing everyone-If it weren't for Yan Murong's words just now, he would have forgotten that he was still a doctor, and he had forgotten that his vocation was to treat diseases and save people.

"Am I wrong?" Yang Huacheng muttered to himself. Listening to Yan Murong's deafening words, the expression on his face became even more vicissitudes, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, and the two eyes that were originally shimmering with spirit gradually became cloudy, and the other old men were no better, all of them lowered their heads, just like elementary school students who were being trained.

"Damn, the master is so handsome." Liang Shaokun said with a little star in his eyes, he likes this kind of limelight thing the most, if it weren't for the fact that he is a man, he would have rushed up to hug Yan Murong and offer his fragrant kiss and chastity.

"Stinky guy, why do you feel so great?" Looking at Yan Murong's straight, as if he could carry everything, Dong Wuyan's eyes were full of tenderness. Only Sakazaki Dolly has always maintained an expression of staring with a long mouth in her eyes, but there are more little stars in her eyes than Liang Shaokun.

This man is so handsome, the handsome scum is falling down.

Sakazaki Dolly thought to himself, if he could have sex with this man once, it would be worth dying, but he was afraid that he was no longer a virgin~ He wouldn't like it - well, maybe you can go to the hospital and spend a few hundred yuan to make up for one, I heard that there are discounts for annual cards.

"Senior Yang."

Seeing Yang Huacheng in this state, Yan Murong's tone softened, and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. He is not afraid that Yang Huacheng will be angry, if this old man dares to scold him, he will not care about the glorious tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, but fortunately, although the old man's eyes are blinded by interests, his heart is still open, and his words can be regarded as erasing the layer of ash that covers his eyes for him.

"Do you care what I'm saying?" Yan Murong looked at Yang Huacheng and asked.

"Yes." Yang Huacheng came to his senses, looked at Yan Murong and nodded. "It's the old man, I'm confused."

As he spoke, Yang Huacheng shook his head and sighed. "It's a shame that I need a young junior like you to wake me up-you're right, it's not important whether you win or lose, okay, I'll teach you here, I'm leaving."

After speaking, Yang Huacheng beckoned to the assistant who was following him, turned around and walked out.

"Senior Yang stays." Yan Murong shouted.

"Anything else?" Yang Huacheng turned his head, looking puzzled.

"Something." Yan Murong nodded and said with a smile. "I wonder if Senior Yang and a few seniors can do me a favor?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Yang Huacheng nodded and said. "As long as a few of us old fellows are still useful, you can say it."

"Then help me share a few patients." Yan Murong pointed to the long queue and said. "Look, there are so many people, I'm afraid I can't handle it alone, several of them are old-timers, so it should be no problem to help me as a junior, right?"

"You-"

"Senior Yang, you just say you can't help or not, right?" Without waiting for Yang Huacheng to speak, Yan Murong interrupted again.

"Help!" Yang Huacheng said firmly, the dead ash in his eyes had all receded, and he looked at Yan Murong with a grateful face, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say a word, and finally could only nod at Yan Murong. And Yan Murong also knew Yang Huacheng's mood at the moment, and also smiled and nodded in return.

Thank you for the light that the flame gave you, but never forget the one who gave you the light!

The three words Yan Murong have been deeply remembered by Yang Huacheng in his heart!