C77 Medical King Competition

Zhao Qiang had gone through a lot of difficulties to finish his breakfast. He wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, looked at Little White, and said, "Sister Bai, Yuyan and I are going to work, pack up."

"Alright."

Zhao Qiang and Lan Yuyan got into the car together.

Lan Yuyan drove the car out of the beautiful mountain water garden complex.

After a few minutes, Lan Yuyan suddenly asked: "What did Qin Er come to find you for last night?"

Zhao Qiang promised Zhou Qiner that he wouldn't tell anyone about what happened last night, so he casually found an excuse and said: "Nothing, it's just that she's allergic to something to eat, and she's not feeling well. I helped her with a few acupuncture points."

"Oh!" Lan Yuyan naturally would not think that Zhao Qiang treated Zhou Qiner's private illness last night.

"Zhao Qiang, how long is your cousin going to stay here?" Lan Yuyan was most concerned about this problem. She couldn't stand it even if she had only interacted with Xiao Bai for a day, so if she interacted with it for a few more days, would she be driven mad?

"Ugh!" Why are you suddenly asking me this? " Zhao Qiang was a little confused.

Lan Yuyan rolled his eyes at Zhao Qiang, and retorted: "Zhao Qiang, you still have the nerve to ask me that question, it's not like you don't know how difficult it is to get along with your cousin, no matter what I do she'll target me, and it's really hard to get along with her."

He felt that Sister Xiao Bai was a very easy-going person, and he didn't know why, but Xiao Bai and Lan Yuyan did not get along well. With regards to the two girls, he felt that he had to be balanced with a bowl of water and not help anyone else, so he really didn't want to do anything.

"Zhao Qiang, why aren't you saying anything?"

"I don't know what to say, so I won't say it." Zhao Qiang spoke the truth.

Lan Yuyan coldly snorted in dissatisfaction: "Zhao Qiang, you're my boyfriend now, if you don't stand by my side and help me, how did you become my boyfriend?"

Zhao Qiang's expression changed a few times. He could not help but grumble in a low voice, "I'm not your real boyfriend. I'm just pretending. Is there a need to be so serious?"

Lan Yuyan was like a fox whose tail had been stepped on, he asked: "Zhao Qiang, I did not hear what you said, can you say it again?"

Only a fool would say it again.

Zhao Qiang waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing. My cousin is actually pretty easy-going to get along with you. I don't know why she doesn't get along with you."

"What you're saying is that I'm not easy to get along with, so I intentionally caused trouble?" Lan Yuyan was even more dissatisfied. If she wasn't driving, she really wanted to bite Zhao Qiang a few times and attack him.

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Zhao Qiang realized that sometimes speaking reason to a woman was simply playing the lute to a cow. He would never be able to guess what they were thinking.

"Humph!" That's what you mean if you don't help me. "

"…"

After half an hour, they arrived at Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Lan Yuyan stopped his car, glared at Zhao Qiang, and said sinisterly: If you don't help me, see how I'll take care of you later?

Why was I always the one who got hurt?

Zhao Qiang laughed bitterly and said, as he followed Lan Yuyan and walked unsteadily into Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Just as they were about to return to the office, a doctor called out to Zhao Qiang and Lan Yuyan, "The curator has returned. He wants us to go to the conference room for a meeting."

"Yes, we will go now."

Lan Yuyan agreed and looked around to see that there was no one around, then he went close to Zhao Qiang's ears and whispered, "Curator's temper is a little weird, this is the first time you have met him, try your best to keep quiet, don't offend him."

A light flashed in Zhao Qiang's eyes as he said indifferently, "Yu Yan, it's not like you don't know my temper. If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them. If someone does, I'll return it tenfold."

Lan Yuyan obviously knew who Zhao Qiang was. He silently sighed in his heart and brought Zhao Qiang into the meeting room.

The one sitting on the main seat was the curator of the Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine, He Shi. He was in his forties and his medical skills were not bad.

"Hello, Director." Lan Yuyan greeted with a smile.

"Mm, you've worked hard in my absence." He Shi said with a fake smile.

"Director is too serious. I'm just doing my job."

He Shi nodded, his gaze landing on Zhao Qiang, and asked: "You are the new disciple Zhao Qiang?"

Zhao Qiang could sense that He Shi was not friendly and nodded: "That's right, I am Zhao Qiang."

He Shi stared at Zhao Qiang for a while, then said indifferently: "Sit down! "Next, a meeting."

Zhao Qiang sat down beside Lan Yuyan.

Li Changsong sat opposite of Zhao Qiang. During this time, he really couldn't eat or sleep well, whenever he heard someone talking about Zhao Qiang, his heart would become as sharp as a knife. Furthermore, ever since Zhao Qiang came to the Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his position in the Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine had been lowered by a lot.

He Shi swept his eyes across everyone present with his dignified gaze, and said loudly: "I am going out for a while, thank you all for your hard work on Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Li Changsong was the first to state his stance, "Director, don't say it, we are all members of the Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Doctor Li is right, I have been in Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine for so many years, I have long treated Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine as my own home, doing something for my own home is nothing."

"…"

Looking at this group of lackeys, Lan Yuyan sat quietly and did not say a word. She felt that as long as she did her job well, she would not need to flatter to please Curator He Shi.

He Shi was satisfied with what Li Changsong and the others had said, but he could understand why Lan Yuyan did not say anything. After all, he knew Lan Yuyan's personality, and his abilities were all over the place, so he could not say anything, but Zhao Qiang, the new apprentice, did not say anything either.

Thinking about the reason for this meeting, He Shi laughed coldly in his heart, slapped on the table a few times, looked around at the rest of the people, and said loudly: "Everyone calm down, there is something very important to say, in order to promote Chinese medicine, let's let the world understand more about Chinese medicine, under the instructions of the nation, the Chinese medicine world will organize a Medical King Competition, and every city's top ten Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine will be able to send two Chinese doctors to participate in this competition."

With that said, everyone in the meeting room started to enthusiastically discuss, other than Lan Yuyan and Zhao Qiang who were able to maintain their calm, everyone's eyes started to shine. These days, many of the doctors were named Li, and now that there was such a chance to gain both fame and benefits, how could anyone not be moved?

"The Great Medical King Competition, this is a grand occasion that has been going on for many years in our Apricot Forest Realm! I'm afraid all the doctors will break their heads and go in. "

"Not bad, not bad. If only I could participate!" A doctor who arrived two months earlier than Zhao Qiang sighed.

Li Changsong, who was sitting at the side, heard this and glanced at Zhao Qiang. He stared at the man in glasses and shouted: "Xiao Yang, stop dreaming.

"Doctor Li is right, I think that one of the people participating in the Medicine King competition this time around will be the Doctor Li."

"That's right, that's right, the strength of the Doctor Li is obvious."

"…"

Xiao Yang's face flushed red, he scratched the back of his head and said in embarrassment: Doctor Li, I only said that, please don't take it to heart, with my strength, how could I be qualified to participate in the Medical King Competition! "That's what I said …"

Li Changsong pretended to think for a while, then nodded: "It's a good thing that you know your own limits, don't be like some people who don't know their limits and can't burrow their way in."

"Doctor Li, you have taught him a lesson."

Zhao Qiang naturally knew that Li Changsong was referring to him, but he did not immediately stand up and scold Li Long. It was a method to lower one's status, and Zhao Qiang secretly took note of this in his heart. In the future, he would definitely make Li Changsong pay a heavy price for his actions.

He Shi had been paying attention to Zhao Qiang's reaction from the corner of his eyes the entire time, but he was disappointed that he could not find anything on Zhao Qiang's face. After a minute or two, he slammed the table with all his strength, and used a dignified gaze to sweep across everyone as he said loudly: "Alright, alright.

The entire conference room instantly quieted down. Even if a needle were dropped on the floor, it would still be audible.

Everyone held their breath as they looked at He Shi with shining eyes.

"The first person is Lan Yuyan."

Lan Yuyan sat on the chair calmly as if he did not hear anything.

No one had any doubts about this decision. After all, Lan Yuyan's ability was still there.

Li Changsong proudly looked at Zhao Qiang. He thought that in the entire Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine, other than him, no one else had the qualifications to participate in the Medical King Competition.

He Shi took a good look at the expressions of the crowd and said loudly: "The second candidate is Zhao Qiang, and they will represent Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine to participate in the Medical King Competition."