Mr. Qin shouted, and the conference room suddenly became quiet.

The old man in the dean who was sitting next to Mr. Qin said slowly: "This time I brought you here is not to argue about the dominance of traditional Chinese medicine, but how to treat Tang Gaoren. Look at your appearance, and whether you have some medical ethics as a doctor."

The directions of everyone's discussions were all about the disease. Although their respective ideas were different, their purpose was very clear, which made Zhao Siye secretly relieved. Fortunately, the doctors under his command had good medical ethics. After all, this time it was not here to ruin the situation, but to study the direction.

It is a good thing to bring Western medicine to the traditional Chinese medicine scene without a debate, but as time goes by, the topic gradually changes, and it actually abandons the fundamentals and argues about the position of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, which makes the three old people quite angry.

At the same time, I feel helpless, which is inevitable.

There is no way, but everyone is standing in the same position when expressing their opinions. Traditional Chinese and Western medicine are destined to be incompatible. If you don’t stop it, things will definitely not end.

"Doctors must first have medical ethics. How can they treat people without medical ethics?

I originally thought that the doctors in our association all have a kind heart. Look at your appearance, and the disease has not been determined yet. Let’s discuss who is the main and who is the second. What are you going to do?

I will make a big fuss!”

Old Qin was so angry that he glared at the eyes of the Chinese medicine doctors on the left, looking at the unkind look of the Chinese medicine doctors on the right, and then looked at the Western medicine doctors on the right: "Do you think Chinese medicine is not good?

Traditional Chinese medicine can only give you some tips?

Is the inheritance passed down by our ancestors something that you ignore?"

Zhao Siye knew the temper of this old friend, so he hurriedly said: Lao Qin calmed down, let’s take a step back in this matter, and we should determine Tang Gaoren’s symptoms first.

Both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine present are all leaders in the industry. We can always think of ways when we combine our strength.

The scene was once awkward and no one spoke.

Mr. Wang, the third elder, coughed: "Everyone has read the information of Tang Gaoren. After two years of clinical observation at Deren Hospital, the ones that should be discarded have been discarded and the ones that should be retained have been preserved. Now there is only one direction for everyone to discuss, don't say anything extra nonsense."

Now everyone expresses their opinions and strives to come up with a qualitative direction, but the reasons must be based on them. Most of your comments just now are guessing out of thin air. This is not a test subject, so you cannot guess, you need an accurate answer.

Lin Ran stood up and bowed slightly: "I wonder if the three seniors have any directions?"

Everyone looked at the three elders.

The three elders looked thoughtful. In fact, a year ago, the three elders had formulated many plans for Tang Gaoren's illness. Although they did not take the root, they temporarily stabilized the illness.

However, in the past two days, Tang Gaoren's illness has been unable to be suppressed, and there is a trend of accumulation and explosion in it, so this meeting was created.

The three of them should tell a direction, whether it is, or not, but they should not try it easily, because the three of them are not sure about it.

Just as everyone was silent, the door of the conference room was knocked.

When Jiang Feng heard the word "come in" and pushed the door open and entered, he was a little stunned.

"Xiao Jiang, you are here, sit down."

Old Qin's eyes lit up and he pointed to the location beside him. This location has always been reserved for Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded and sat down, facing the search of a group of people, his face calmed his face.

"Look at the information in front of you."

Jiang Feng opened the information on the table and immersed himself in his mind.

"This is Jiang Feng, a deacon of the Chinese Medicine Association, and a doctor who treats Wang Laoshan's illness and Xue Xuan's illness."

Jiang Feng's name is quite communicable in the Chinese Medicine Association, but the deacons of the association have never seen anyone present except Mr. Qin and Mr. Wang who greeted him, let alone Western medicine members.

They had long heard of Xue Xuan and Mr. Wang's illness and had also taken treatment. Unfortunately, they had no results. When they heard that Jiang Feng's ability was all looking at Mr. Qin with a questioning attitude.

Jiang Feng is too young, and having such skills will inevitably be questioned.

Mr. Qin looked at Jiang Feng expectantly, hoping that Jiang Feng could give the medical community a surprise or ask Jiang Feng to invite the person behind him.

More than twenty minutes passed.

Jiang Feng let out a breath, closed the information, and opened his mouth slightly in the face of various expressions: "I have finished reading the information."

Everyone was waiting for his next sentence.

"Then what?"

Seeing that Jiang Feng hadn't spoken for a long time, someone asked, with sarcastic words in his words.

"Nothing then."

"Haha, I thought I had any real skills. Mr. Qin, has he really treated Mr. Wang and Xue Xuan?"

"What can a boy in his early twenties have real skills? Even if he learns Chinese medicine from his mother's womb, he may not be able to solve Tang Gaoren's disease."

"..." Mr. Qin was a little disappointed and asked again unwillingly: "Did you see any problem?"

Is there a direction?”

Jiang Feng shook his head.

The whispers of everyone even louder.

"Although I don't have a qualitative answer, I have a prototype in my mind."

Everyone looked at Jiang Feng again with their eyes flashing.

“Speak it out.”

"It's hard to say."

Jiang Feng shook his finger.

"What does this mean? You don't have a direction, tell me it."

“I need to see the patient myself.”

"I advise you to say it first, don't go there in vain, you haven't seen anything yet, it's a joke."

"You don't allow you to show off in this situation now."

Listening to the questioning words, Zhao Siye whispered in Old Qin's ear: "Old Qin, is this man really capable?"

"Believe me, Xiao Jiang is definitely a capable person, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a genius of traditional Chinese medicine."

"But..." "What, isn't my legs proof?"

Old Wang interrupted dissatisfied and then looked at Jiang Feng: "Since you want to see it, let's go and have a look, Xiao Jiang, I believe you."

Jiang Feng nodded, and he did not show any impatience or guilt from beginning to end.

Now that things have come to this, Jiang Feng went to Deren Hospital with the large army, and the Western doctors were happy. There would be no results after the discussion. They still stayed here to argue with the Chinese medicine doctor.

It was just a bit ridiculous. The meeting that had been discussed for three hours was ended by a traditional Chinese medicine boy in his early twenties. What's even more ridiculous is that this traditional Chinese medicine boy actually had a clear understanding of Tang Gaoren's illness.

No one believes it, just act like a joke.

Anyway, it was not their Western medicine who were slapped in the face in the end. What a joke? Within two years, Tang Gaoren's illness was only suppressed. This guy said he was very good at it, which made people laugh.

Western doctors are watching the fun, while Chinese doctors rarely follow the past, and there are very few people. I am afraid that Jiang Feng cannot solve the problem and cannot afford to lose this person.

The group soon arrived at Naruto Hospital, causing a sensation.
Chapter completed!