Chapter 1257, Chinese medicine is really amazing!

I have to say that many reporters present have the mentality of watching a good show.

Except for the media from Huaxia Kingdom who sincerely hope that Qin Luo can cure Mrs. Marry, promote traditional Chinese medicine and win glory for the country, other people are more willing to see Qin Luo fail, because if Qin Luo fails, there will be more topics to hype and more materials to write about. They can give full play to their vitriol skills and completely destroy Qin Luo and the Chinese medicine blows he brought.

However, they never expected to wait for the results so quickly. And it was the result they were expecting.

So, as soon as Lin Huanxi's translator's voice fell, the audience resounded with chirping discussions and inquiries. Because Qin Luo couldn't understand English, these sounds were like a big ensemble of vegetable markets. I just thought it was noisy, but I couldn't tell what they were talking about.

Jackson and Franklin looked at each other, their faces silent, and even Jackson's face had a very regretful expression on his face. They were clever enough to hide their joy, knowing that there might be a lot of cameras pointed at their faces at this time, and that if they were smiling, it would be a disaster—the doctor declared Mrs. Mary's condition incurable, and Mr. Jackson smiled as if in celebration. Do you want your mother to die young?

Franklin and Jackson cooperated tacitly, and it was just a glance to understand what he meant.

He stepped forward and said to the reporters in the audience: "Fellow journalists, please keep an orderly speech. You know, Mr. Qin Luo doesn't know English, and if you all ask together, he won't be able to hear what you're saying clearly - and his translator will have a hard time translating your questions one by one. I have a good suggestion, now it is up to me to name the name, and the person who is named will be able to ask Mr. Qin Luo his own questions. Do you think that's good? ”

Naturally, the journalists had no opinion.

Lin Huanxi and Wang Yangxin were unwilling. It's up to you to ask the questions of the journalists. Can't we choose our own journalists?

As Qin Luo's personal secretary and No. 1 assistant, Lin Huanxi raised his protest as soon as possible.

She said to Franklin, very fluent in English, "Sir, for the sake of fairness, let me choose who will ask the reporter." Since I don't know any of them, I don't take special care of any of them. ”

As soon as Lin Huanxi said this, there was a chorus of approval.

You must know that reporters are also divided into big reporters and small reporters, as well as ace reporters and paparazzi reporters. It is also divided into big newspaper reporters and tabloid reporters. If Franklin asks questions, he will naturally choose those well-known reporters or reporters with good relations, while those tabloid reporters or rookie reporters will hardly have the opportunity to ask questions.

If Lin Huanxi asks questions, each of them has an equal chance of being chosen.

Lin Huanxi used 'fairness and justice' as the reason for rebuttal, and Franklin naturally didn't want to say anything, so he put the choice of reporters in Lin Huanxi's hands.

Lin Huanxi easily ordered a reporter from Huaxia Kingdom, and of course he had to take the lead in taking care of his compatriots at this time. What a stupid act to give up an opportunity to a foreigner for the sake of bullshit and etiquette, but ignore the feelings of his own compatriots?

The female reporter stationed outside NetEase didn't expect to get the first opportunity to ask a question, and asked excitedly and worriedly: "Mr. Qin Luo, why did you come to the conclusion that there is no cure so quickly?" As far as I know, this is just your preliminary diagnosis. You can do more than one diagnosis. ”

The female reporter's question was straightforward, but there was also some implicit admonition. She told Qin Luo that this is just a preliminary diagnosis, and there is no need for you to announce the results to everyone so soon. Perhaps, other solutions to the problem can be found?

The female reporter asked questions in Huaxia, and Qin Luo didn't need Lin Huanxi to translate.

He took out a stack of medical records and diagnosis reports from his pocket, and said with a smile: "This is my preliminary diagnosis, and it is also the result of the diagnosis of these experts and professors who are well-known in the United States and even the world."

Qin Luo read out their names one by one and said, "Among them is Doctor Edward. Mr. Raul. Mr. Kling. Mr. Bush -- and Mr. Sora Aoi from Rìmoto. They are all authorities in the field of brain or cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and their diagnosis results should be very credible, right? ”

Lin Huanxi then pointed to an American reporter and signaled that he could ask questions.

"Mr. Qin Luo, is your diagnosis based on other people's reports? In that case, I really have to feel sorry for Mr. Jackson. The tall male reporter said with a sneer. What he means is that it is too ironic that the Chinese miracle doctor that Jackson hired at such a great cost actually relied on other people's medical records to make decisions, right? Couldn't Jackson read the diagnostic reports? Do you have to ask a Chinese medicine practitioner who has not received a Western medical education to interpret it?

After listening to Lin Huanxi's translation, Qin Luo squinted his eyes and laughed.

He knew that he would be questioned like this, and sure enough, these people did not disappoint him at all.

Seeing his expression, the reporters on the periphery were a little baffled.

Isn't it a matter of pride to admit your failures in public? Why is he smiling so weirdly?

Could it be that this is what the Chinese people often call 'Ah qjīng God'?

"Nope. My diagnosis was made by touching my hands, seeing with my eyes, looking at shapes, smelling qi, inquiring, and cutting pulses, which are the standard four diagnoses of Chinese medicine. And by rubbing the patient's skin, plucking out the patient's hair—"

Because Lin Huanxi is a real-time translator, when the reporters in the audience heard Qin Luo talk about 'brushing off the patient's hair', they were in an uproar again.

This guy actually plucked Mrs. Mary's hair? What the hell is he trying to do?

Jackson and Jester's faces were very embarrassed, they felt that this was Qin Luo's 'lightness' towards Mrs. Marley in public.

Qin Luo ignored their expressions, and continued: "This kind of diagnosis method is very convenient and simple, it does not require advanced equipment, nor does it require expensive examination costs, nor does it have any side effects-moreover, it is very effective. At the very least, the results of my examination are the same as those on these reports, and Mrs. Mary's condition is incurable. ”

Lin Huanxi ordered another reporter from Huaxiaguo, and the male reporter said, "Mr. Qin Luo, don't you have to try again?" Everybody expects a lot from you. ”

"Of course I will." Qin Luo said. "I didn't give up."

Didn't give up?

Jackson and Franklin looked at each other, but they couldn't say anything here after all.

However, if they don't understand, they didn't give up on what you ran to hold a media conference to say 'no cure'? Aren't you inconsistent, slapping yourself in the face?

When it was the Americans' turn to ask, another sharp question was thrown at them.

"Mr. Qin Luo, you just said that Mrs. Marry's illness is incurable, and now you say that you haven't given up yet—does this mean that you are not willing to admit defeat? If you can't cure it in a year, then you don't want to admit defeat in a year. If you can't cure it in ten years, then you don't need to admit defeat in ten years. How long are you going to treat Mrs. Mary? Three years? Five years? Or for a longer period of time? I'm afraid we and Mrs. Marry won't be able to wait. The answer to this question is known only to God. ”

The crowd laughed.

This guy's question is just too mean.

What he meant was that Qin Luo had been delaying the treatment time in order not to admit defeat to the outside world. Until Mrs. Mary dies of natural causes, then he will never lose.

Qin Luo smiled and said, "Next question." ”

The reporter protested loudly and asked Qin Luo why he didn't answer his question.

The corners of Qin Luo's mouth raised, and he said, "I only said that I would give every reporter a chance to ask questions, but I didn't say that I would definitely answer all reporters' questions, right?" ”

"Also, this kind of question is so idiotic that I don't know how to answer it." Qin Luo began to perform his poisonous tongue essence again. "If I am to stall for time, is it necessary to stand up in such a hurry and say that there is no cure for Mrs. Mary's illness? I can say that Mrs. Mary's condition is not optimistic, but we will definitely come up with a cure. But it's going to take some time - didn't I do that to make a bunch of idiots jump out and attack me? ”

"You call me an idiot, I'm going to sue you." The reporter shouted.

"I'm not calling you an idiot." Qin Luo said. "I'm just saying - you're an idiot about your question."

"Isn't that still calling me an idiot?"

"Mr. Reporter, since you insist that you are an idiot, then I really don't know how to persuade you."

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"Mr. Qin Luo, what is the purpose of your press conference? Is it to tell us that there is no cure for Mrs. Mary's condition? ”

"Nope." Qin Luo shook his head. "That's just one aspect. Whether it's me, or the experts and professors whose names I just read, we all find it difficult to deal with Mrs. Mary's illness, because Mrs. Mary's condition is not optimistic. ”

"But the real reason why I came forward for a press conference is that even though Mrs. Mary's condition is complicated, and even though so many people, including myself, believe that there is no cure."

He looked at the young or old faces in the audience with a serious and reverent expression, like a magic stick to deceive believers, and said, "Chinese medicine is really magical. ”