Just like Yan Minghua said, holding a meeting is the same thing.

Zheng Yan stood in the middle of the venue and talked about the great truth and the benefits of joining the Chinese Medical Union for almost half an hour before stopping.

Looking at Zheng Yan, Yan Murong suddenly felt that this old guy didn't engage in rumors~ selling fake medicines, it was really humiliating.

"It seems that everyone has no objection to this suggestion?" Seeing that many people on the sidelines were nodding secretly, Zheng Yan asked with a smile.

"No objection." A man in his fifties, dressed in a suit and combing the big back of the thirties of the last century, stood up and said. "Elder Zheng, your proposal is very good, indeed, one chopstick is very easy to break, and one chopstick is strong, we should be more united."

"Yes, that's right, I agree."

"I agree."

For a while, many people had already stood up and expressed their support for Zheng Yan's proposal.

Yan Murong had to admit that this was indeed of great benefit to the Chinese and Western medical community.

Now in these years, the emphasis is on brand effect.

No matter what it is, as long as you add a better brand, the effect can be imagined.

"Minister Liang, how's it going?" Seeing that everyone had basically expressed their positions, Zheng Yan looked at Liang Zhengtao and asked.

"I'm not against it either." Liang Zhengtao said with a smile. "Although our Chinese medicine culture is long, it has lost its original glory because it has been precipitated for too long - this is a very good suggestion, and only if everyone works together can we regain this glory."

"Okay." Zheng Yan said in a loud voice. "Since everyone has no opinion, then I'll talk about the election of the president."

After organizing some language, Zheng Yan said. "Not sleepy, in the past or now, the selection criteria for some important positions are those who are capable -- although our Chinese medical union is small, it must also have a leader, so let's elect this president from among the people who came to the seminar today."

"Elected? Elder Zheng, can't you just be the president directly? The middle-aged man asked again.

"Hehe, I'm old." Zheng Yan smiled and said. "So, it's better to choose the president from among you."

"Okay, let me start by talking about the criteria for choosing a president." Zheng Yan stretched out his hand and pressed it down, saying. "First of all, except for a few of us old guys, everyone can participate, the rules are very simple, and those who are capable live in it - that is, anyone regardless of age can participate in the competition."

Zheng Yan's words made everyone in an uproar.

Can anyone compete?

This has excited many medical students.

Originally, they were just here to learn, but now that they have such an opportunity to soar, they naturally don't want to let it go.

But after being excited for a while, they figured out that even if they learned the art of exquisite art - but there were teachers and principals above, no matter how exquisite they were, they could surpass them exquisitely, right?

After figuring it out, one by one lowered their heads again.

"Elder Zheng, what are the rules of the game? Is it still the same as the previous year? Liang Zhengtao asked. This year, there are still a lot of Western doctors participating, what if the competition is only Chinese medicine, what will they do? ”

"Minister Liang, please rest assured." Zheng Yan explained with a smile. "Western medicine has a competition project of Western medicine, and the final winner will serve as the vice president of the Chinese Medical Union."

"Thank you for your understanding." Zheng Yan smiled and apologized to the Western medicine team. "After all, what needs to be developed now is traditional Chinese medicine, so the position of president must be held by traditional Chinese medicine, I think, everyone has no opinion, right?"

"No comment."

"I'm okay with that."

Yan Murong pursed his lips and said secretly, of course you have no opinion, vice president, although there is an extra vice word, how can you say that it is also the president-besides, is there any difference between the president and the vice president of such a union?

"That's good." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "In previous years, we were all about looking at Chinese medicine, but this year, we are only comparing one."

"This old guy doesn't know what to do." Yan Minghua whispered to Yan Murong.

"What idea can he make, the idea of this long seat." Yan Murong smiled disdainfully. "Pick one Zheng Wuming is best at, and then let him be the president - the capable live in it? Hmph, it's strange that what their Zheng family says can be believed. ”

"Zheng Wuming will be a Chinese medicine practitioner?" Yan Minghua asked in surprise.

No wonder she was surprised.

Zheng Wuming's three words, although it cannot be said that they are well-known all over the world, but at least in Huaxia, he is very famous.

Successful investments have made his net worth grow rapidly, and he has become one of the youngest richest people in China, but Yan Minghua has never heard of her as a Chinese medicine doctor.

"How could it not?" Yan Murong sneered. "Sister-in-law, do you remember what my dad said to me when I was a child?"

"What did you say? I really forgot, why are you asking this? Yan Minghua asked strangely.

"My dad said that I would grow up to be a general." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner now."

"So what?"

"Not good." Yan Murong explained. "Speaking of which, this kind of plot is very bloody -- in big families, those who are officials let their children go through the official career, and those who are engaged in business let their children engage in business -- this is a very strange phenomenon, in their eyes, the children of the family officials are not officials, and the children of the family who are engaged in business are not filial piety if they do not engage in business, and only by passing on the family from generation to generation can the continuation of the family be guaranteed."

"This old man has such a big reputation, and the Zheng family is known as one of the four great families of traditional Chinese medicine, and Zheng Wuming is the only successor of the Zheng family - from these points, do you think it is possible that he does not know traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Haha, it's just that he didn't show it." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"That's not that great." Yan Minghua pursed his lips disdainfully. "The four major Chinese medicine families, he is really powerful, why don't you solve the virus together this time."

"He's afraid of death." Yan Murong said. "Rich people have this problem."

"Then you're not afraid of death?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.

"To be honest, I'm more afraid." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said with a compassionate expression. "But when I think of those compatriots in the depths of the mountains living in misery, I can't bear it in my heart -- the Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, so I will go--besides, I'm not a rich man."

As he spoke, Yan Murong took out all the pockets on his body.

"You've seen it, you've seen a rich man with two hundred dollars?"

PS: Sorry for the late update. My grandmother is seriously ill, I'm afraid I won't be able to live this year, and I'm not in my hometown, so I went out for a run in the morning, and I couldn't buy train tickets or plane tickets, so I was really depressed. I'm afraid I'll have to drive back.

In addition, it may be promised that the outbreak at the end of the month will not break out, and if you go back to your hometown, you can only rely on the manuscript to support the continuous update, but everyone can rest assured, the long night guarantee, in February, 10,000 words a day update.