"Brother Nameless, it seems like we're going to lose." Ming Junli looked at Zheng Wuming with a worried face and said. "That guy is really going to buy people's hearts, saying that the decline of Chinese medicine is because of them, and then giving them a chance to save Chinese medicine, isn't this nonsense."

"What does it have to do with what others say?" Zheng Wuming smiled calmly. "We're not Pacific Police, so we can't be that wide."

"But, we're all going to lose." Ming Junli said depressedly.

"Lose? Why lose? Zheng Wuming asked.

"Because we're competing." Ming Junli said.

"I didn't think it was a game." Zheng Wuming sat there with his thighs and legs, his fingers on his knees tapping rhythmically. "We are doing free clinics and providing free services to countless people, how can this be a competition? It's not good to play against the health of the masses. You say, don't you? ”

"But—ah, I see." Ming Junli is also a delicate person, as soon as Zheng Wuming said it, he understood the meaning and said with a smile. "So, Brother Nameless, I'm going to talk to those reporters outside? Hehe, these people will be very happy to hear what you say. ”

"What did I say? I didn't say anything. Zheng Wuming smiled-

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the free clinic started again, except for Yan Murong who took 20 minutes to be interviewed by reporters after discussing with Ning Kun, the other doctors were already sitting in their places, and the people in line also began to enter the venue in an orderly manner.

"Doctor Yan, I'm a reporter from Yenching Life." A middle-aged male reporter with eyes put the microphone on Yan Murong's mouth and asked. Can you talk about why you did this? What is it that makes you spend so much manpower doing this kind of thing? ”

"Because of Chinese medicine." Yan Murong said seriously. "Because I love Chinese medicine, I hope it can stand up - in the past 100 years, people have gradually forgotten about Chinese medicine, and in the eyes of many people, Chinese medicine is like those fortune-telling sticks under the flyover - of course, I don't mean that they are all magic sticks. The name is just given to them by people. They tell fortunes according to the Bagua I Ching, and we treat diseases according to the five elements of yin and yang, these things are left by our ancestors. Now, it is estimated that the ancestors do not know that what they wrote painstakingly and passed down for thousands of years will be forgotten or even humiliated by their descendants? ”

"That's why I had to stand up." Yan Murong continued. "I want to tell people with practical actions that Chinese medicine is not what you imagine - if Chinese medicine wants to rise, it is not enough for us doctors alone, we still need you, we need your support."

"Doctor Yan, I'm a reporter from Maomao.com." As soon as Yan Murong's voice fell, another fast-talking reporter stretched out the microphone. "Excuse me, why did you choose to do your free clinic here? And not other squares? Can you tell us more about how much you will be charged for this free clinic? As far as I know, some people who get prescriptions can go to major Chinese medicine stores in Yanjing to get their medicine for free. ”

"You've got a lot of questions, but I can answer them." Yan Murong said with a smile. "As for why it's in Chengtianmen Square, it's very simple, because there are so many people here. As for the cost of the clinic, well, a lot, a lot, but I don't have a statistic of how much money it will cost - how much money it will cost to make people believe in Chinese medicine again, to support Chinese medicine, and how much money to spend? I'm not short of money anyway. ”

"Haha."

Yan Murong's words caused everyone to laugh.

Indeed, whoever is poor in money can't be bad in money, the three major consortia in Yanjing are all their family, who dares to say that he is poor in money? Although the scene of the free clinic is large, and the cost required is a huge amount, it is really nothing compared to the financial resources of the three foundations.

"Mr. Yan, I'm a reporter from the Nancheng Evening News." A female reporter stood up and asked Yan Murong. "What do you think of Mr. Zheng Wuming's free clinic activities?"

"I don't understand what you mean by that question." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "But I can tell you that I admire him - even though we had conflicts before, what he is doing now is for the benefit of the people, so the previous conflicts do not affect my appreciation of him now."

"Doctor Yan, according to statistics, the number of patients treated by your team has exceeded that of Mr. Zheng Wuming's team, are you confident that you will win this "ring match" before the end of the night? ”

"Competitions? Who told you it was a game? Is Zheng nameless? Yan Murong frowned. If it is him, then I will retract what I just said, and despise him again by the way. It's not a game, at least for me, it's definitely not a game, and I can't bet on a patient's body. ”

Zheng Wuming definitely didn't expect that he was just buying people's hearts, but when he came to Yan Murong, he directly splashed himself with dirty water.

However, this sentence has proved to be very popular. Yan Murong's words were sonorous and powerful, and the crowd standing nearby heard his words, and then clapped their hands and applauded loudly.

Now when I go to the hospital, I pay the money first without an examination, and I have to queue up after paying the money, and I don't necessarily have a good face when I see the doctor after queuing up -- what kind of indiscriminate charges, and misdiagnosis is not nothing. Therefore, Yan Murong's words won the hearts of the people.

"Mr. Yan, may I ask, what do you think of Mr. Zheng Wuming? I've heard that he has been obsessed with your wife, is that true? Yao Yao finally seized the opportunity and sent the microphone to Yan Murong.

Hearing this question, Yan Murong's brows couldn't help frowning, and she looked down at her chest—oh no, she looked at the press card hanging on his chest, and didn't answer, but asked rhetorically. "This young lady, which tabloid newspaper are you a reporter for three pages?"

"You-" Yao Yao suddenly wanted to scold, this bastard, obviously looked at the press card on his chest, which clearly wrote his name, position and work unit, didn't he know how to read? How can such a question be asked.

"I'm Yao Yao, the host of the news live broadcast room." Yao Yao suppressed the anger and said.

"Newsroom?" Yan Murong had a surprised expression on his face. "When did the news also care about gossip?"

"Mr. Yan, can you answer my question?" Yao Yao asked loudly, not ready to argue with Yan Murong again. What's wrong with gossip? Don't you know that women are born to love gossip? Besides, gossip is also news, so why can't the news care about gossip?

Yan Murong looked the woman in front of her up and down, and came to a conclusion from her eyes, face, and language—this woman was here to find fault.

"I can't." Yan Murong said with a smile.