Although the Chinese medicine is very bitter, for the sake of his own life, the Thai patient still drank it cleanly. It seems that there is an urge to lick the already clean medicine bowl. Seeing this scene, the Thai doctor was full of hatred. He wanted to strangle Ning Feng to death now. He could foresee that his future would be over. Tomorrow, as long as the media reports on this matter, he will definitely be expelled from the hospital, and even his medical qualification certificate will be erased. It's over, it's absolutely finished!

"Hmm~~"

The Thai patient felt a lot of pain in his stomach in less than a minute after drinking Chinese medicine. The already pale face gradually became even paler.

"Help him to the bathroom. I guess the worms in his stomach should come out!"

After Ning Feng saw this scene, he said to the assistant behind Li Changsheng.

"Okay!"

When the assistant heard Ning Feng say this, he immediately helped the Thai patient and walked towards the bathroom.

"Mr. Ning, can I accept our interview now?"

After those reporters saw that Ning Feng had solved all the things at hand, they held the microphone and asked Ning Feng with a long gun and a short cannon.

"Haha, Xiao Ning. Go for an interview. You should know everything you need to say. The old man didn't get involved. I'm going to soothe Smith and them. After all, we're the hosts, so we can't afford to leave them out in the cold, right?"

After Li Changsheng saw this scene, he then whispered in Ning Feng's ear with a smile. After finishing speaking, he also patted Ning Feng's shoulder affectionately, looking disgusting with old relief.

"Well, if there's anything you want to ask, just ask. ”

After seeing Li Changsheng walking towards Smith, Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders, and then said to those reporters with a smile.

"Mr. Ning Feng, may I ask, how old are you this year?"

Emily was the first to come out and ask. She didn't ask Ning Feng any other questions directly, but asked Ning Feng's grade first, in her opinion, the most incredible oriental medical skills, coupled with Ning Feng's most incredible age, should be a report that is definitely full of gimmicks. Emily believes that this report will make her a big name in the New York Times. At that time, it is estimated that there will be no problem with promotion. So she was very concerned about Ning Feng's current situation.

When Ning Feng heard Emily's question, he smiled and said, "Of course you can, I'm not a girl." So there's not much shying about age or anything! I'm fifteen years old! Oh, in two months, I'll be sixteen!"

Ning Feng simply made a joke, but when he saw that those reporters didn't laugh, but stared at him seriously, he felt a little helpless. It seems that the joke is too cold.

"Hello, Mr. Ning. I'm a correspondent for the Karz Times in the UK. I would like to ask. You're only fifteen years old, so why are you so good at medicine?"

A white-skinned, beautiful, curly-haired British female reporter asked Ning Feng a question.

"What do you say?"

Ning Feng thought for a while: "Actually, Chinese medicine is not that simple. Let's put it this way, my medical skills are not too good. It's just that these are the things I'm good at. We TCM are divided into many categories. There are many categories such as acupuncture, herbal medicine, health care and so on. Of course, the reason why I have such medical skills. In fact, the most important thing is that I really like to study medicine. You know, I grew up with a desire to be a great doctor and then save lives. You think, what a great and happy thing it is that I can heal the sick while he is suffering from his illness and restore him to health!"

When the British female reporter heard Ning Feng say this, she nodded: "You will be a good doctor." It will definitely be!"

"Thank you!"

Ning Feng thanked him politely.

The reporters were all interviewing Ning Feng's medical skills and experience one after another. and what you want to do in the future. It's all very decent questions. Ning Feng was also very patient to answer them one by one. It could be seen that Feng Rong behind Ning Feng also looked relieved after hearing Ning Feng's answer, and when they heard Ning Feng praising Chinese medicine, they nodded again and again. It was as if Ning Feng was praising them.

Of course, not all journalists are so serious. Not all questions are answered. Take the following South Korean journalist.

"Hello, Mr. Ning Feng. Can I ask you a few questions?"

The Korean reporter looked at Ning Feng with a serious face and asked.

"Of course, you ask!"

Ning Feng also looked at this South Korean reporter very politely.

"That's right, Mr. Ning Feng. We all know how skilled you are and we are sure that you are one of the best Chinese medicine practitioners. But do you know where you come from?"

Hearing the Korean reporter ask, Ning Feng was a little confused. What does this mean? My origin? What can I come from?

"What do you mean by that?"

Ning Feng looked at the South Korean reporter puzzled, wanting to hear what he meant. It's not just Ning Feng who feels a little confused, but those foreign reporters are also a little confused. They also don't know what exactly the South Korean journalist is trying to say!

"That's right!"

The Korean reporter said with a serious face: "Mr. Ning Feng, I see that you are very handsome and sunny. And the medical skills are so clever. So I'm very suspicious, you're our Korean Smecta!"

"Damn!"

When Ning Feng heard the Korean reporter say this, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language. It's all that and that. It's up to you Koreans. Even in his previous life, Lao Tzu was also a native of China. How did you become your Korean stick.

"Uh, this South Korean journalist. I can tell you unequivocally. I am a Chinese person, a real Chinese person. It's not you Koreans!"

Ning Feng said speechlessly to the Korean reporter.

"It can't be!"

The South Korean reporter said with a righteous face: "You must be us Koreans." You just don't know. Well, I'll ask you again. Have you ever noticed that your family speaks Korean, like your parents or something?"

"No! Our whole family is Chinese! We don't speak Korean!"

Ning Feng said helplessly.

"What about your relatives?"

"Nope!"

"And what about your friends?"

"Didn't either?"

"And yours ... ”

"None of them, Lao Tzu is a Chinese person. The Chinese people who were born and grew up are not your Korean sticks!"

Ning Feng said a little frantically.

"What does a stick mean?"

The Korean reporter looked at Ning Feng, and then asked with a serious face.

"Damn!"

Ning Feng covered his face with his hands, he really didn't want to pay attention to this speechless Korean stick。。。。。