The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

"Brother, do you really treat me as a prisoner?" Ding Haisheng said displeased.

"Don't embarrass me." Ding Kang'an winked, and the two security guards walked to the car.

The bodyguards looked at each other and focused on Ding Haisheng. He only needed one word to knock these so-called security guards to the ground.

Ding Haisheng's face was gloomy. He didn't have a good impression of Qin Fan, but now that Qin Fan was invited by himself, and being investigated like this by Ding Kang'an, would he still have face in the Ding family after word spread?

Just when he was struggling, Qin Fan got out of the car first.

He looked at the aggressive group of people and said in surprise: "You are dressed like this, are you filming?"

Ding Kangan looked Qin Fan up and down and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

Ding Haisheng replied: "He is the miracle doctor I invited to treat the old man."

"Pfft...Second brother, are you crazy?" Even though Ding Kang'an was thinking deeply, he couldn't help laughing, "How much do you hate this old man when you seek treatment from this boy?"

"Dad, why is this bastard here?"

But it was Ding Hua who came over after hearing the commotion. As soon as he saw Qin Fan, his expression suddenly turned to hatred.

Ding Haisheng has a headache. Several passers-by have gathered together. What should we do about this?

Ding Kang'an stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "Second brother, I understand that you are worried about the old man's illness, but you can't seek medical treatment indiscriminately if you are ill. This man is a liar at first sight, so get him out as soon as possible!"

Boom, hammer, boom, I spent 5000 million, will you pay for blowing people away?

Ding Haisheng cursed in his heart and said calmly: "Brother..."

"Miracle Doctor Qin, you are here!"

Ding Haisheng was interrupted just as he opened his mouth, and then He Dongchu squeezed out of the crowd and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Qin Fan was a little surprised and said: "Miracle Doctor He, are you here?"

He Dongchu walked up to him and said, "Mr. Ding asked me to treat Mr. Ding."

Ding Kangan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Doctor He, do you know him?"

He Dongchu said with a smile: "Mr. Ding, if I had known you were going to invite Divine Doctor Qin, I wouldn't have come here to show off my shame. In front of Divine Doctor He, my ability is simply a fool's errand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people's expressions changed.

Although Ding Hua had seen Qin Fan take action, he had always thought that he was a blind cat that bumped into a dead mouse and had no real ability.

Ding Haisheng believed it, but he didn't expect that even He Dongchu would take the initiative to admit that he was inferior to Qin Fan, because doctors like them who rely on reputation would never damage their reputation at will.

As for Ding Kangan, he was completely out of the situation. What kind of Qin miracle doctor I had never heard of was actually more powerful than He Dongchu?

Fortunately, he had another trump card, so after only being stunned for a moment, Ding Kangan came to his senses and said: "Everyone who comes is a guest. Others are already waiting in the meeting hall. Let's go there quickly."

other people?

Ding Haisheng frowned secretly and keenly grasped the subtext of this sentence.

Could it be that the eldest brother is still prepared? If this is the case, things will be complicated.

"Dad, how are you?"

Ding Hua took the opportunity to walk to Ding Haisheng and interrupted his thoughts.

"I'll tell you slowly..."

Ding Haisheng ignored Qin Fan and started talking to Ding Hua in a low voice.

He and Qin Fan had a purely transactional relationship without any emotional factors, so there was no need to consider his feelings.

A group of people walked inside. He Dongchu slowed down and fell behind Qin Fan. He couldn't restrain his excitement and asked: "Doctor Qin, didn't you say that the shortcomings of Sancai Acupuncture can be corrected? How is the progress?"

This matter has been going on for some time. He Dongchu's days are like years, but he is too embarrassed to call to remind him. After all, this is not a small matter of eating and drinking, and it takes time to complete.

"Oh, if you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten. Everything in question has been corrected. I just don't have it with me now. I will give it to you when the time comes." Qin Fan patted his head before he remembered this matter.

He Dongchu perked up and said, "Miracle Doctor Qin, you must have spent a lot of energy to change things so quickly, right? I will definitely return this kindness to you!"

"Uh." Qin Fan scratched his nose. In fact, he finished it in one day, but there were too many things to do later and he forgot about it.

However, he was eager to repay his kindness, and he couldn't live up to his passion, so he followed the words and said: "There are a total of more than a dozen places where the acupuncture was unreasonable. I have corrected them all. There seems to be no problem at the moment. As for the problems during the acupuncture, There are no mistakes, it all depends on practice.”

"it is good!"

He Dongchu nodded heavily and said excitedly: "If I can make up for the shortcomings of the three talents' acupuncture techniques, then I will have the opportunity to become the master of Chinese medicine!"

Qin Fan is very familiar with the levels of Chinese medicine. From high to low, they are junior, intermediate, advanced, master of Chinese medicine, and sage of Chinese medicine.

Each level has a specific assessment agency. For example, junior, middle, and high levels are assessed by the provincial and municipal TCM associations, and the higher TCM masters and TCM masters are assessed by the General Association of TCM.

In addition to the strict content of the assessment, the number of candidates each year is also limited. The masters of traditional Chinese medicine are selected once every three years, and only one person is allocated each time. You can imagine how fierce the competition is.

In terms of medical skills, Qin Fan is no worse than the master of national medicine. It is a pity that these days, if he wants to become a master of national medicine, in addition to being good at medical skills, he must also play a leading role in other aspects.

"Come on, I look forward to the day when you become a master of Chinese medicine!" Qin Fan encouraged.

The two of them walked and chatted, and soon followed the team into a splendid hall, which was full of people. When they entered, many people looked at them with curiosity and scrutiny.

"I'm very grateful to you for coming all the way to treat the old man's illness." Ding Kang'an pressed down his palms and quickly took control of the situation: "No matter what the outcome is, my Ding family will remember this kindness."

"Boss Ding is too polite."

"The Ding family has invested more than [-] billion in traditional Chinese medicine projects. It is our honor to treat Mr. Ding."

"Yes, as long as Mr. Ding is in good health, it will be worth it no matter how much we do."

A group of people started talking.

Qin Fan shook his head when he saw it. No wonder it is difficult for traditional Chinese medicine to develop. Isn't this too utilitarian?

"Everyone be quiet!"

Ding Kang'an asked everyone to quiet down and said loudly: "At the same time, I am also lucky enough to invite Huang Xiangbei, the master who gave the first injection at the South Gate. He will work with everyone to treat the old man's illness."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his 30s walked up to Ding Kangan with a proud face.

Upon hearing the identity of this middle-aged man, the faces of the group of people who were in high spirits immediately changed.

A little old man with a goatee stood up and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Mr. Ding, if you invite him here, do you think you can't trust us?"

"That's right, when you send people from the north to the south to treat diseases, why don't you inform them in advance?"

"... "

Everyone who spoke looked ugly, and looked at Huang Xiangbei with hostility.

Qin Fan sighed silently when he heard this. At this time, there are still northern and southern factions. It seems that the struggle between Chinese medicine is more serious than imagined.