Chapter 320

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Chapter 320 - Who Can Prove It!

Over the past few years, there had been signs of recovery in the field of Chinese medicine. More and more people began to acknowledge the effectiveness of Chinese medicine and its effects in curing diseases. However, in comparison, Chinese medicine was still a cold topic, at least not a popular topic. This could be seen from the enrollment of the Chinese medicine schools.

Western medicine was easy to learn but difficult to master. On the other hand, Chinese medicine was even more difficult to learn and master. Furthermore, even if one graduated from a Chinese medicine school, it would be difficult to find a job.

These were all real problems, causing a small number of Chinese medicine specialists to be as popular as a market. On the other hand, the overall industry was still in a state of decline.

Under such circumstances, a small Acupuncture Exchange would not attract the attention of the media. However, the situation at the scene was completely opposite. There were hundreds of reporters who came to watch the event, even more than the number of people attending the event.

Even though Jiaang Qin did not expect this, he immediately understood that someone must have paid to do this.

The other party thought that this was a battle that was bound to win, so they had gathered so many media reporters to spread the news as soon as possible. This was to cause the most direct and impactful damage to Chinese medicine.

“Zhang, you said yesterday that you want to pass on the Xuanyuan Needle Technique. Are you serious?” Jiaang Qin was still doubtful about this.

Although Zhang Xiaolong had inherited the Wang family's heritage, he was not a member of the Wang family. Logically speaking, he did not have such great authority to arbitrarily spread the Wang family's family heirloom needle technique.

Even if this action would be beneficial to the entire industry of Chinese medicine, it would still be suspected of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

“Of course,” Zhang Xiaolong said with certainty, “But we also have to restrict the learning of Chinese medicine. Only those who have faith in Chinese medicine and have good character and medical ethics will be allowed to learn it. Otherwise, we will not teach it to them.”

“What I mean is, did you get Elder Wang's permission to do this?” Jiaang Qin knew that although Zhang Xiaolong was Wang Zhengyi's junior brother, because he was taking in a disciple on behalf of his father, in fact, Zhang Xiaolong's acupuncture technique was still passed down from Wang Zhengyi.

Since that was the case, if he wanted to pass down the acupuncture technique to outsiders, he would have to get Wang Zhengyi's approval first.

The traditional acupuncture technique was going to be announced to the world all of a sudden. This was very unacceptable for an ancient family. Jiaang Qin thought about himself and knew that it would be very difficult for Wang Zhengyi to make such a decision.

“It's a deal!” Jiaang Qin could see the future of TCM from the other party.

Many times, what a company needed was not only outstanding elites, but also reformers like Zhang Xiaolong who were selfless and had vision.

While chatting, the two of them also walked towards the venue through the crowd.

Jiaang Qin had quite a reputation in Yanjing and was also the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Many doctors who were familiar with him came over to greet him. As for Zhang Xiaolong, he was automatically ignored by everyone.

Judging from his age, he knew that this little fellow was either Jiaang Qin's nephew or disciple. Those who were acquainted with Jiaang Qin would naturally not pay attention to a junior.

“Everyone, let me introduce Mr. Zhang Xiaolong, Dr. Wang Zhengyi's junior brother, to you.” Jiaang Qin took the initiative to push Zhang Xiaolong to the front. “Dr. Wang Zhengyi is unable to come due to some matters, so he specially invited Mr. Zhang Xiaolong to represent him.”

“Oh? Dr. Wang's disciple?” Someone asked in doubt.

This was a bit strange. All those who had just established a friendship with Jiaang Qin were now considered to be of the same generation as this young man?

“I think everyone heard wrongly,” Jiaang Qin said mysteriously, “He is not Dr. Wang Zhengyi's disciple, but his junior brother!”

“Is there a mistake?”

“How is this possible?”

“Who can prove that he is Dr. Wang Zhengyi's disciple?”

This time, it immediately attracted a lot of doubts.

“I can prove it!”