What should I do if others slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, despise me, belittle me, scold me, and lie to me? Just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, and ignore him.

Yan Murong is not a god, so he can't be so noble, but he only sneers at these things. If you have to find one that can be compared with the 5,000-year history of China, there is only Chinese medicine. Seeing is believing and hearing is false, if it is not possible, it does not mean that it is not possible, if it is the wheel, Huaxia medicine is the ancestor of Western medicine, when Hua Tuo played with the scalpel, these foreigners still don't know what they are doing.

Yan Murong chuckled, but the laughter was full of sarcasm.

"Do you want to prove it to them?" Chen Hanqing asked with a smile.

"No, you don't." Yan Murong shook his head. "Whether they believe it or not, I don't have to do anything for them."

"You've changed a lot." Chen Hanqing looked at Yan Murong seriously, and said with a light sigh. "Social training, you weren't like this a year ago."

Hearing Chen Hanqing's words, Yan Murong just smiled and didn't refute it.

At nine o'clock, the TCM conference began. Mr. Hua and Mr. Li walked into the venue at the same time, and they not only had to serve as judges, but also guest hosts.

"Hello everyone, friends from afar." The old man smiled and greeted everyone. "I'm sure you have also seen that this year's TCM conference is different from previous years."

As he spoke, he pointed to Heuston and said. "These two are Mr. Hurston, the dean of Harvard Medical School, who came all the way from the United States, and Mr. Sears, a well-known internal medicine expert in the United States."

When the two foreigners saw the mention of them, they stood up, bowed slightly to the people around them, and then sat down.

Old Man Hua continued. "As you know, at the last Chinese medicine conference, we established the Chinese Medicine Union for the better development of Chinese medicine, but Zheng Wuming, who served as the president, encountered an accident, so the main thing of this Chinese medicine conference is to elect the next president of the Chinese Medicine Union."

As soon as Old Man Hua's words fell, there was a noisy noise around him, and many people who knew the inside story glanced at Yan Murong.

"Everyone, be quiet." Old Man Hua raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said. "The rules are still the old rules, we old men don't participate in this competition, and the opportunity is left to young people -- whoever wants to compete can come to the stage."

So, in addition to the Li family of the Hua family, many high-achieving students of the medical school and a few young people that Yan Murong had never seen walked into the field, and their faces were full of excitement, especially those students, who were eager to become famous in one fell swoop.

"Why don't you go?" Seeing that Yan Murong was still sitting there steadily, Chen Hanqing asked strangely.

"Aren't the big names the last to appear?" Yan Murong said with a smile, seeing that no one was on the field again, he stood up and walked towards the middle of the field.

"Isn't it? Yan Murong also participated? Suddenly, there was an uproar in the stands. It's over, as soon as Yan Murong is on board, don't count on these guys. Not a chance. ”

"Not necessarily." Someone retorted. "He's a doctor, not a god, and he can't cure any disease."

"Damn, that's what I'm saying, he's not an immortal, the rest of the people are? He can't cure it, and others probably can't cure it. ”

"You-you're blind worship."

Compared with the last TCM conference, there were more people who came to participate in the president election this time, and there were more than 30 people, all of whom stood in the audience with excited faces and looked forward to starting the competition earlier.

At this time, Yan Murong walked to the old man Hua and said. "Old man, can you lend me the microphone?"

"Yes." Old Man Hua was slightly stunned, he didn't know what Yan Murong was going to do, but he still handed him the microphone.

"Do you hear me?" Yan Murong tried the microphone, and there was a burst of laughter from the stands.

"Okay, see you're all smiling, and you'll know the microphone is fine." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Maybe you're curious about what I'm going to say, don't guess, I'll tell you just - save the competition or something, this president, I'm decided."

As soon as Yan Murong's words came out, everyone was stunned for a short time, and the venue became silent for a moment, and they all looked at Yan Murong with wide eyes, their faces full of incredulity.

Is this guy going to do it? So domineering? He actually came up and said that he was going to be the president, and told those who were waiting for the competition with hope to stop the competition - yes, you are powerful, but you can't be so domineering.

Obviously, Old Man Hua and Old Man Li didn't expect Yan Murong to make such a play, and looked at Yan Murong in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"I know, some of you must be calling me for pretending." Yan Murong continued. "But I can tell you in a very responsible way that I'm just pretending to be forced - because that's what I have."

Yan Murong's words immediately caused a commotion, some people applauded, some people abused, the applause was mainly girls, and most of the scolding mothers were boys.

"It's rude for you to quarrel before I finish speaking." Yan Murong said with a smile, and waited for the venue to be quiet again before speaking. "I know that many of you are not convinced - well, I will give you a chance, a chance to defeat me."

Indeed, Yan Murong's approach did make many people very unconvinced, and now when they heard Yan Murong say that there was still a chance, they suddenly became interested again, and they were ready to challenge one by one.

Chen Hanqing also smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again. This Yan Murong originally thought that more than a year of training had made him mature a lot, but now that he looks at it, this guy is still so straight. But after thinking about it, Chen Hanqing understood Yan Murong's purpose.

"Let's get out of the question, I still don't believe you're really that powerful."

"That's it, you think we've been learning for nothing for so many years?"

"Get out of the question, see how I win you-"

For a while, all kinds of voices in the audience were everywhere, but they all boiled down to only one meaning - they were not convinced.

"I need someone to work with me." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"I'll come." A student wearing the words South China University of Traditional Chinese Medicine with the words "South China University of Traditional Chinese Medicine" on it stood up, looked at Yan Murong and said. "How are you going to cooperate?"

"Are you sure?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "It's simple, I'm going to kill you first, and then I'll revive you."

"I—"

The student immediately wilted. It's not just him, everyone in the venue is stunned, is this what is going on? Is this what he asked? Why do you still want to kill?

"You heard it right." Yan Murong said. "That's my question, kill first, then save - who dares to be my guinea pig?"

Silence, deathly silence.

Yes, no one dared to come up and be his guinea pig.

This is also too nonsense, kill people first, and then save people, is there such a competition? How can you save people when they are dead?

"I'm coming!"

At this moment, a slightly immature voice came from the stands.

PS: The fourth update, yesterday's one was also made up.