Urban Supreme Immortal Doctor

After Ye Feng and Master Zheng arrived at the hospital, a young man was already waiting at the door.

"Master Zheng, your old man is finally here."

Obviously, this man came here to meet Master Zheng, and Ye Feng had long been forgotten by him.

He leaned over to Master Zheng, flattered him and said, "Master Zheng, we have you and Master Zhao Bing in the Southern School of Traditional Chinese Medicine this year, and we definitely have the chance to win."

Master Zheng nodded and had no comment on his words.

By the time they reached the hall, many people had already gathered here.In the very center of the hall, there is a large conference table, with that table as the origin, divided into two factions on the left and right.

Only the most respected masters are qualified to sit on the conference table in the middle.And those seats in the back are prepared for those young Chinese medicine practitioners who come to study.

According to the usual habits, the so-called Chinese medicine conference basically has masters from two factions come to participate, and those who come are just watching the battle.

"This year's TCM conference is okay, Master Zheng is here!"

"That's right, Master Zheng is the pillar of the Southern School of Chinese Medicine, and a direct disciple of Zhang Daozi's senior. He is very proficient in killing thirteen needles with one hand."

"Look, Lin Xuefeng, a master of traditional Chinese medicine from the Northern School, is also here!"

"More than that, there is Master Tang Sheng, a master of traditional Chinese medicine!"

Seeing more and more national experts in Chinese medicine coming over, these people onlookers let out warm exclamations.

However, Master Zheng's face now became more and more ugly.It would be fine if it was just Lin Xuefeng who came over, but they never expected that even Tang Sheng, who had been keeping aloof from the world, would be invited out by them.

It seems that this time the Northern School of Chinese Medicine is fully prepared and wants to overwhelm them with the Southern School of Chinese Medicine

Ah!

Ye Feng asked from the side: "Are these people very powerful?"

Master Zheng said bitterly: "If it's just Lin Xuefeng, his strength is on par with me. But that Tang Sheng is much stronger than me."

Tang Sheng, wearing a traditional gray robe today, with a goatee, looks healthy and healthy.With a calm expression on his face, he walked in under the star-chasing crowd.

Tang Sheng's status in the northern school of Chinese medicine is equivalent to that of the old man Baicao and Zhang Daozi in the southern school of Chinese medicine. It is no wonder that Master Zheng lost his courage immediately after seeing him.

"do not worry."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "With me here today, I won't let you Southern Chinese medicine practitioners lose."

"OK……"

Master Zheng was stunned for a moment, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

In his eyes, Ye Feng is a trump card. Although his medical skills are strong, he is still a young man.Now that the other party has sent such a master of Chinese medicine, will Ye Feng's trump card still work?

"Master Ye, let's do our best today."

Master Zheng was afraid that Ye Feng would be under pressure, "Regardless of winning or losing, we have to face it calmly, after all, the people they hired are really good."

The struggle between the two factions of Chinese medicine has been going on for a long time.And the three-year traditional Chinese medicine conference will be held soon.

The vice-chairman of the Xi'an Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the president of Qingzhou People's Hospital spoke some official words on stage, and everyone began to take their seats according to their status.

Master Zheng and Zhao Bing, several old Chinese doctors, representing the Southern School of Chinese medicine, sat at the middle table.The Northern School of Chinese Medicine naturally had Tang Sheng as the leader, and Lin Xuefeng and others sat on the other side of the table.

As soon as the meeting started, there was a smell of gunpowder between the two parties.

"Everyone, this year's conference we are going to introduce

New, there will be some changes in the process. "

The dean spoke.

"How to change? What is the process of this year's conference?"

Immediately someone asked.

The Northern School of Chinese Medicine is full of confidence. After all, they have won several times in a row. Even a young intern looks at the Southern School of Chinese Medicine with high arrogance.

"I said, Master Zheng, this year you southern Chinese medicine practitioners, just surrender!"

"That's right, you guys can't win anyway, you've already lost so many times, you don't care about this time!"

"You're right. If it was me, I wouldn't have come here. Anyway, I wouldn't be able to win if I came here."

Before the process started, the Northern School of Traditional Chinese Medicine had already turned on the mocking mode, playing psychological warfare.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

Master Zheng said angrily, "This is a conference of traditional Chinese medicine. It's a place to compete for strength. No matter how hard you talk, what's the use?"

Seeing that these people were about to quarrel again, the dean hurriedly said to Si Ni: "Everyone be quiet, this year our conference process will adopt a fixed pattern, and that is to compete in acupuncture and moxibustion."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar at the scene.

The disciples of the northern school of Chinese medicine began to clamor one by one, feeling that this method is really biased towards the southern school of Chinese medicine, and sometimes the principle of fairness in the Chinese medicine conference.

After all, the northern school of Chinese medicine is good at decoctions, while the southern school of Chinese medicine majors in acupuncture.

At this time, Lin Xuefeng stood up and said: "Everyone, calm down, the acupuncture competition is the acupuncture competition. This year I specially invited Mr. Tang Sheng Tang, even if it is the acupuncture competition, we are sure to win!"

Ye Feng sat in the corner and couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference was originally a place where various schools and factions exchanged ideas

Location, everyone learns from each other and makes progress together.But now it has become a place where fame and fortune are fought for, and everyone only sees victory, which is really disappointing.

Although the topic is acupuncture, the Southern School of Chinese Medicine and the Northern School of Chinese Medicine have different views on acupuncture and moxibustion.

The Northern School of Chinese Medicine has always believed that although acupuncture is important, it is only an auxiliary means, and decoctions and the like are the focus of treatment.

The Southern Schools all felt that acupuncture and moxibustion could also be used as the main method, and then supplemented with decoction.

The two sides have different views and each has its own reasons. After arguing for a long time, they couldn't convince each other.

"Otherwise, let me see it this way, let's find a patient first."

Lin Xuefeng stood up and said, "Everyone uses their own methods for treatment. Whoever cures the patient's illness first will win the conference. What do you think?"

No matter how much you say, it is useless. In the end, it depends on the actual effect.

Master Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "No problem."

At this time, the dean said with a smile: "Since everyone wants to use strength to explain it, then I will find a patient to come out."

Not long after, a few nurses came from the People's Hospital, and then a patient was pushed out.

The patient's face is now withered and yellow, his body is as thin as a skeleton, and his eyes are dull and lifeless.Sitting on the wheelchair, the whole person was motionless.

The dean glanced at everyone: "This is a patient in our hospital. He has been treated for several years, but his symptoms have not been relieved at all."

"Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, the methods have been used all over. Some people say that there is a mental problem, while others say that it is a physical intractable disease. There are different opinions and no conclusion."

"Today just takes advantage of the traditional Chinese medicine conference, you guys

The two schools of Chinese medicine each elect a person, whoever can cure the patient will be the winner today. "

After the voice fell, everyone was not in a hurry, but looked at the patient first.

The method of seeing a doctor in traditional Chinese medicine is just four words: looking, smelling, asking, and cutting. Therefore, before doing anything, everyone first uses the method of looking to roughly check the patient's symptoms.

A group of people circled around the patient, and after looking at it for a long time, they didn't come up with a result.Master Zheng stood aside, feeling at a loss in his heart. When he wanted to turn around and ask, he discovered that Ye Feng had also come here.

"Master Ye, have you seen any clues?"

Master Zheng hurriedly asked.

"The symptoms are obvious, and it is not particularly difficult to treat."

Ye Feng nodded and said.

But this sentence exploded in the crowd.

Lin Xuefeng sneered and said, "Young man, it's better to study hard and don't brag in front of a group of seniors."

After he finished speaking, the northern students next to him also laughed at each other without showing any mercy.

"To save the sick, what matters is to tell the truth. I'm just expressing my own opinion."

Ye Feng shook his head and said.

"If you want to express your opinion in front of a group of seniors, you must have strength."

Lin Xuefeng continued, "But judging by your age, I don't think you have any strength, so it's better not to embarrass yourself here."

Ye Feng frowned, unwilling to speak: "There is no priority in learning, and those who are masters are teachers. Do you want to prioritize seniority over personal ability?"

As soon as the voice fell, the other side was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Tang Sheng looked at Ye Feng with a smile and asked, "Young man, I wonder which master you are from?"

(End of this chapter)