Chapter Seventy-Five, the Spirit of China!

One stone startles a thousand waves!

Hearing Wang Yangxin's words, the eyes of all the media reporters present shifted to Qin Luo in the direction of his finger.

Some of them reacted even more, and they had already pressed the camera shutter at Qin Luo.

Click, click!

The lights flickered, and Qin Luo couldn't even open his eyes.

It was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and he couldn't help but take a step back, like a frightened rabbit, trying to hide his body behind the crowd.

In the past, when he went to take pictures, he had to pay others. I never thought that one day, someone would take the initiative to come and take a picture of him.

As a star, this is the most obvious difference from ordinary people.

"Mr. Qin, are you really the descendant of the Taiyi Divine Needle?"

"Mr. Qin Luo, have you competed with the old man of the needle king king cultivation just now? Did you win? ”

"Mr. Qin, who is your master? Isn't the Taiyi Divine Needle lost for a hundred years? How did you learn this amazing stunt? ”

"Mr. Qin Luo, I am a reporter from Huaxia Medical News, can you take the time to accept our interview? β€”β€”

Countless questions rushed over him like a raging chΓ‘o water, and a wave drowned him.

He could only see the mouths of countless men and women opening and closing in front of him, but he couldn't hear a word of what they were saying.

Although he has a star face, he is really not mentally prepared to become a star.

Being exposed in public by Wang Yangxin caught him off guard.

"Qin Luo, please forgive us for making our own decisions. It's time for someone to stand up in our ancient TCM world, and that person is you. ”

Suddenly, someone was talking behind Qin Luo's back.

Qin Luo could hear that it was the voice of his master Wang Xiushen, and he didn't know what was going on, this sentence was mixed with countless other questions thrown at him, and it did not merge with those voices, but dúlì, clear, and word by word into Qin Luo's ears.

Qin Luo turned his face and said with a wry smile, "Master, it seems that you also know about this. ”

Wang Xiushen didn't deny it, patted Qin Luo's shoulder vigorously, and said, "Qin Luo, we are old. I have the heart to do something for Chinese medicine, but I have more than enough heart but not enough power. You are capable, gifted, and good at thinking about TCM. It's the best young man I've ever met. I really can't find a suitable person other than you. ”

Indeed, from the first time he saw Qin Luo, Wang Xiushen had such thoughts.

Push it out. You have to push Qin Luo out.

If we can promote a traditional Chinese medicine to the whole country and the world. Then, as a representative of Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine can naturally be watched by the whole world.

In the past, they have also tried to promote the packaging of TCM as a whole. But they failed.

Now, they're going to take a different approach. Push people first, and then people push doctors. Perhaps, this will work wonders.

After Qin Luo took off the plaque of the Divine Needle King three days ago, Wang Xiushen and his grandson Wang Yangxin talked for a long time.

Wang Xiushen carefully inquired about the process of comparing Wang Yangxin and Qin Luo's needles, and determined whether Qin Luo was using the long-lost Taiyi Divine Needle.

In order to further assess whether Qin Luo was the person they were looking for, they put forward the requirement of three competitions today.

Diagnosis, medication, acupuncture. If all three can pass smoothly, then Qin Luo is the person they are looking for.

Fortunately, Qin Luo's performance was beyond their expectations. And much more than they could have hoped for.

So, they gathered the reporters who were guarding the door in advance and exposed Qin Luo's identity in public.

From now on, Qin Luo, who represents the culture of traditional Chinese medicine, and Qin Luo, who bears the heavy responsibility of saving traditional Chinese medicine, will be pushed to an unprecedented height by them.

"So what do you think I should do now?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"Express yourself." Wang Xiushen said vigorously.

Express yourself? Does that mean, let yourself work hard to wind up?

Very good. That's what I'm good at.

Qin Luo took a step forward and stood alone at the front of the reporter.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled kindly. His expression was calm, allowing the reporters to waste film on their faces.

When everyone was almost on the ground, Qin Luo waved his hand and said, "Everyone calm down first." You ask me questions like that, and I can't answer them. Let's come one by one, okay? ”

Wang Yangxin saw that Qin Luo agreed to be interviewed by reporters, and said with a smile: "Friends from the media, our Taiyi Divine Needle Descendant has agreed to accept your interview. In this way, everyone comes to our conference room, asks questions one by one, and our doctor answers them one by one. Is that okay? ”

Qin Luo took out his Nokia and looked at it, and said in a very stylish manner: "Give you ten minutes." ”

He knows that celebrities have to be interviewed at a set time.

If there is no time limit, sitting with them for more than half an hour doesn't it seem that you are too worthless?

The more you can't get, the more precious it is. Qin Luo understood this truth when he was very young.

Under the leadership of Wang Yangxin, Qin Luo, Wang Xiushen, Lao Zhuo, Guo Xusheng and a group of media reporters entered the conference room used by the Shenzhuwang Club to hold staff meetings.

Surrounded by Wang Xiushen, Lao Zhuo and several other members of Yanjing's famous traditional Chinese medicine holy hands, Qin Luo sat at the front of the round conference table. Journalists from various newspapers and magazines were also on either side of the table.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Now you can ask questions. Wang Yangxin took on the role of emcee and said to the stupid media reporters.

"Mr. Qin, can you briefly introduce yourself? We and the public want to know more about your information. A female reporter with glasses was the first to speak.

"Qin Luo. Qin of the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, Luo of Luoshui. He studied medicine since he was a child, and now he has become a child. Qin Luo said with a smile.

A man can pat a horse's buttocks, but a horse can't pat his own buttocks. Therefore, if people pat their own sycophants, they will also have some psychological obstacles. And in front of so many reporters, Qin Luo was embarrassed to say it too outrageously.

"Qin Luo, how old are you?" Another female reporter asked. It seems that women are more interested in Qin Luo.

Of course, perhaps the male reporter didn't find the opportunity to ask questions.

"A man's age is a secret."

"β€”looks like you're young. Why can you learn Taiyi Shen Needle? ”

"I've always believed that people's abilities and age have nothing to do with them. Some people can write chapters at the age of five, and some people can only recite the three-character sutra at the age of fifty. As for the fact that I was able to learn the Taiyi Divine Needle, I think it was because of my talent. ”

"Didn't you say that the Taiyi Divine Needle had been lost for a hundred years? Where did you learn this? Who is your master? Did you encounter any chance in the middle? A male reporter finally seized the opportunity to ask a question and asked the question that came to his mind in one breath.

"The Taiyi Divine Needle has not been lost for a hundred years, and we have always had a secret copy circulated among the people. However, for hundreds of years, no one has been able to learn this technique. ”

"My master is a Taoist priest from Youfang, I don't know his name, and I don't even know what his Dharma name is. However, none of this matters. The important thing is that he saved my life and taught me the art of medicine and how to be a doctor. I have always been grateful for his kindness. Don't dare to forget. ”

Qin Luo glanced back at Wang Xiushen, who was sitting beside him, and said to the reporter: "Similarly, Wang Xiushen's predecessor is also my teacher. He also taught me many things. In order to continue the Chinese culture and carry forward the quintessence of traditional Chinese medicine, these people are worthy of my respect and love. ”

Hearing that Qin Luo, the successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle, also worshipped Wang Xiu as his teacher, the reporters' attention suddenly shifted to Wang Xiu.

"Teacher Wang, have you ever competed with Qin Luo in medical skills? Which of you is more powerful? ”

Wang Xiushen glanced at Qin Luo and said with a smile: "I lost." Played three games and lost three games. ”

"If that's the case, why is he willing to worship you as a teacher?"

"This is what makes Qin Luo different from ordinary people. Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not arrogant. Modest and respectful, character and medical products are praised. Although I lost to him three times, he voluntarily respected me as a teacher because he learned something from me in the competition. Haha, my master is very unqualified. But there was nothing to teach him. ”

"Mr. Wang, do you mean to say that Qin Luo's medical skills are higher than yours?"

"Far better than me." Wang Xiushen said without hesitation.

"Mr. Wang, forgive me for taking the liberty of it. It can't be that you deliberately belittle yourself so much in order to respect your apprentices, right? A thin-cheeked male reporter asked.

"I can prove it." The chubby old Zhuo had a rare serious face. He said loudly: "Qin Luo's medicine is far better than mine. ”

"I'm not as good as him." Gu Baixian said with a dark face.

"I'm too much stronger." Guo Xusheng, the king of fire pots, also stood up to testify.

Wang Xiushen glanced at a few old fellows gratefully, and said to the reporter: "I can gamble on my life's reputation." Can I even stake their reputation? As for the facts, you will see the answer later. ”

The four famous doctors of Yanjing stood up to testify for Qin Luo at the same time, and this weight was heavy enough.

You must know that there is no first in literature, and martial arts is second. These figures, who can be called a generation of masters in their respective fields, are willing to admit in front of the media that their medical skills are not as good as Qin Luo's, which shows that they sincerely admire Qin Luo's medical skills.

Wang Yangxin raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said, "Okay." Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our interview. This concludes today's interview. ”

"There's one more problem. One last question. The delicate female reporter who was the first to stand up and ask a question shouted anxiously.

Wang Yangxin turned his head to look at Qin Luo, and when he saw him nodding slightly, he smiled and said, "Okay." One last question. ”

"Mr. Qin, why are you wearing a robe? You know, in the modern city, what you wear can be perceived as an outlier. The female reporter was allowed to ask the question on her mind.

Qin Luo thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Our Qin family has rules. All the descendants of the Qin family had to learn Chinese medicine, wear robes, and marry Chinese daughters-in-law. ”

He looked down at the green robe on his body, and his face was not without pride. "Others forgot. We will bear in mind. What others abandon, we will pick up. I don't care if it's different or if it's laughed at. ”

"I know. There are some things that cannot be lost. For example, Chinese medicine. For example, Chinese characters. For example, the Chinese jΔ«ng god and national backbone that have lasted for thousands of years. ”

"We are the descendants of the dragon. We are proud of it. It was, and it should be. ”

Bang Bang Bang –

There was thunderous applause in the conference room.