Regarding the position of the president of the Chinese Medical Union, although Yan Murong is not expected by everyone, no one objected.

Asking themselves, everyone came to the same conclusion - what Yan Murong did just now, they couldn't do.

"Since I'm the president, do I have any rights?" Yan Murong looked at Old Man Hua and asked.

"Rights?" Old Man Hua was stunned for a moment, and then said. "The position of president of the Chinese Medical Union originally belonged to a non-governmental organization, and this right-"

"That's no rights?"

"It's not for nothing." The old man said. "However, it's not so much a right as a responsibility - in order to make Chinese medicine better, I wonder if you have any ideas now?"

"Will you agree to my proposal?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Consider it as appropriate." Old Man Li said. "As the president, your proposal will naturally be prioritized by us members. Of course, if your proposal is not good, we can't agree just because you're the president. ”

"Understood." Yan Murong smiled and said. "I have a proposal right now."

"Let's talk about it." The old man said.

"I'm sure you'll be very interested in this proposal." Yan Murong said. "My proposal is. Although the Chinese Medical Union is a non-governmental organization, non-governmental organizations must also have the discipline of non-governmental organizations -- I know that most of the people here have their own private clinics, and Western medicine will talk about Chinese medicine without talking about it. As I said just now, we must make Chinese medicine brilliant again, and as for how to make Chinese medicine brilliant again, two words, reform. ”

"Murong, what do you mean by this reform?" Old Man Hua asked suspiciously.

"Reform is reform, you just have to take it literally." Yan Murong said. "The first item of this reform is unity. I'm sure you've heard the story of a pair of chopsticks that keep breaking, so I won't tell you. I propose that since the Chinese Medical Union already exists, then we should establish a real union of our own. ”

"The current Chinese Medical Union is just a false name, so we have to set up an industry." Yan Murong continued. "The members who join the Chinese Medical Union must obey the arrangements of the union, and in addition, in order to be responsible for the patients, the medicinal materials of each medical center must be purchased from the Chinese Medical Union."

"Industry?" Old Man Hua asked. "You mean, you want to make the Chinese Medical Union into a company?"

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded and said. "Since a trade union is established, it must be like a trade union, and it is useless to just talk about it and elect a president who has no rights."

"I understand this, it's just that the medicinal materials you said must be purchased from the Chinese Medical Union, what does this mean?"

"What does that mean—" Yan Murong said with a smile. "I recently planned to build a medicinal herb planting base, that is, in the future, medicinal herbs can only be purchased from me."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, everyone was stunned.

What does this guy mean? The union is industrialized, and it is also necessary to build a medicinal herb planting base, and what is even more outrageous is that to join the Chinese Medical Union, medicinal materials must also be purchased from him, this guy wants to use the Chinese Medical Union to make money.

"Nope." Old Man Li said in a deep voice.

"Why not?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Are you too embarrassed to ask?" Old Man Li snorted coldly and said. "You are not thinking about the development of traditional Chinese medicine at all, you are trying to make money through the Chinese medical union."

"Make money? Am I short of money? Yan Murong said with a sneer. You think I'm going to be short of money? ”

One sentence suddenly left everyone speechless.

Yes, he is not short of money at all, and the Zheng family's Thunder Investment is surnamed Yan, and he is not short of money at all. To put it mildly, the hundreds of people in this venue together may not have as much money as he alone.

"As I said, it's for the safety of the patient." Yan Murong said. "You all have your own medical clinic, and you have been in business for many years, presumably, you have bought a lot of fake medicines, right? ――But even if you've never bought a fake medicine, the quality of the herbs is still unsatisfactory, right? ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, everyone couldn't help but nodded.

This world is like this, any thing, as long as it exists, there will inevitably be fakes, Western medicine has fake medicines, Chinese medicine also has fake medicines, even if it is not a fake medicine, there will be some unscrupulous businessmen in order to earn high profits, with inferior medicinal materials to replace high-grade medicinal materials.

Although the effect of the drug is the same, the harm to the patient is much greater. The disease that can be cured in three days, because the medicinal materials are not enough, it takes half a month to drink, so people feel that instead of drinking the bitter and unpleasant Chinese medicine for half a month, it is better to go to the hospital for an injection, which will take less than two days. In this way, it gradually enters a state of nausea cycle. People no longer believe in Chinese medicine, and Chinese medicine is becoming more and more lonely.

"As I said, I'm here for the safety of my patients, not for money." Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Yan Murong continued. "I can guarantee that my medicinal materials are guaranteed to be genuine, and the price is lower than the others-I believe you also know that the price of the medicinal materials you are buying now is several times the cost, and I can assure you that my medicinal materials only charge fifty percent of the cost, and I will set up a public account for this money, and any member of the Chinese Medical Union has the right to supervise this account, and this money is not used for anyone's profit, but only for the daily expenses of the location of the medicinal material production base and the Chinese Medical Union."

As soon as Yan Murong said this, Old Man Li couldn't refute it. Such an approach is indeed beneficial to the development of traditional Chinese medicine, and he really can't refute it.

"What's going on with this joint-stock system?" Old Man Hua asked. "You know, if you want to industrialize a trade union, you have to have a trade union office, where is this office located? And how much does it cost? Who will pay for this? The state does not contribute money to a private non-profit organization. ”

"I'll pay for it." Yan Murong said in a deep voice.

"You're coming out?" The old man was taken aback. "Do you know how much it costs? And, if you pay alone, how should this share be calculated? ”

"That's a good calculation." Yan Murong said with a smile. "The shares I am talking about are not like other companies, whoever pays more money has more shares, and the shareholders of the trade union, like me, the president, do not earn a penny, only the right to supervise."

"I see." Old Man Hua nodded slowly, glanced at Old Man Li, and asked. "Lao Li, what do you think of Murong's proposal?"

Old Man Li thought for a moment and wanted to object, but Yan Murong's words were not leaky, and doing so was indeed of great benefit to the development of traditional Chinese medicine, so he could only nod and agree.

"Okay, then do as you say." The old man finally made a decision.