Wonderful Heavenly Doctor

No one takes the stage, which means no one has better medical skills than Mr. Ma.

Doctor Fu stopped worrying. Originally, he didn't think that people from the Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine could save his son, and he was lucky enough to be able to find out the cause of the disease.

But there is Zhao Xiaobing present, and Zhao Xiaobing is the most promising. Dr. Fu can see from Zhao Xiaobing's previous injection movements that Zhao Xiaobing's medical skills are not simple.

Doctor Fu pointed to Zhao Xiaobing and said, "Then, I would like to ask Zhao Xiaobing to come up and take a look. If my son can still be saved, Mr. Zhao is my last hope."

"Mr. Zhao, please don't hide your ability and come on stage to give it a try." Dr. Fu invited him with his hand.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Xiaobing hesitated, but still walked onto the stage.

"It's easy to save people," Zhao Xiaobing said.

Immediately, someone started to make a fuss.

The most senior Chinese medicine doctor here has already tried his best. What can he, a young man, do?

Mr. Fan reprimanded: "Who do you think you are? We can't save people. What can you tell after hearing the diagnosis results?"

Zhao Xiaobing ignored him and looked at Doctor Fu: "But I have something to ask for, Doctor Fu, can you listen to me?"

This man actually dared to ignore what Mr. Fan said!

Some young people immediately became unhappy. How could he, Zhao Xiaobing, say such disrespectful words to the president of the Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine?

"But it doesn't matter." Doctor Fu waved his hand to quiet the venue and said.

"I can save people, but I don't want the position of president of the Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Please keep Dr. Fu for myself." Zhao Xiaobing refused.

"Then what do you want?" Doctor Fu asked with some confusion.

Zhao Xiaobing stretched out his finger and said: "What I want is Doctor Fu's chance to help me three times in the future. If I have any difficulties in the future, please ask Doctor Fu to help me."

"More than three, as long as my son is cured, a hundred will be fine!" Doctor Fu nodded immediately.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Zhao Xiaobing started to change his demands before he could save anyone. How could he be so sure?

Mr. Fan obviously did not agree with what Doctor Fu said. He sneered: "This Zhao Xiaobing is full of nonsense, and he actually wants Doctor Fu to help. It seems that he is usually a troublemaker!"

This is a disease that even Mr. Ma cannot cure. How can young people cure it?

Moreover, Zhao Xiaobing himself knew medical skills, and he actually wanted Dr. Fu, who was also a doctor, to take action. This further proved that this person had no real talent and was just a idiot.

If such a person joins the Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, there will only be endless trouble waiting for him in the future.

Everyone agreed with Mr. Fan's words and started making noise again.

"Doctor Fu, this kind of person should not be allowed to help. He is just a grassroots person. What ability he has, you must have made a mistake." Another old man agreed. Zhao Xiaobing glanced at his name tag. His surname is Ye, and he is also a very experienced old doctor.

"Besides, the original recruitment conditions of our Traditional Chinese Medicine Society have qualification restrictions. Those who do not meet the qualifications can only work for us as doctors. You are using the back door!" Mr. Fan immediately mentioned the rules of the Chinese Medicine Association to stop Zhao Xiaobing. .

"Yes, this man is young and has no abilities. If he can treat people, there must be something fishy about him."

Immediately, some people began to doubt the authenticity of the incident. Many people were muttering below, saying that Dr. Fu was here to make up stories for them, and that Zhao Xiaobing had no real skills and was just a tool used to suppress the situation.

"Don't let a small thing make a big mistake, Doctor Fu, your son is still alive at least now. If we really let an outsider take action, what if he dies?" Mr. Ye couldn't stand it anymore and kept trying to persuade him.

"Don't you believe me? Then you don't believe Mr. Ma either?" Dr. Fu retorted, somewhat unhappy.

"Doctor Fu, you are deceived. Traditional Chinese medicine wants people who can actually save people, not magicians. I don't recognize people who can only jump rope and pretend to do things!" someone mocked disdainfully.

"Don't be the same as the juniors, but we want to advise you for the sake of our peers. If you can really save yourself, you will be damned." Mr. Fan shook his head.

There were people who kept calling out to stop him, and people who tried to persuade Doctor Fu to give up. Suddenly, the whole hall was in chaos.

Zhao Xiaobing suddenly became the target of public criticism.

Everyone glared at him, and more of the younger generation quietly extended their middle fingers, secretly despising him.

Those old professors were not even willing to look at Zhao Xiaobing, as if even one more look would taint their professional ethics.

"Get out of the Chinese Medical Association!"

"Don't pretend to be a great sage if you are a fake monkey!"

"Quack doctor! It's most shameless to take human life lightly!"

Now even Dr. Fu couldn't control the situation. As long as the professor takes the lead, young people can say anything.

Mr. Fan looked worried, while Mr. Ye looked at Dr. Fu proudly.

Not everyone can sit in that position. Doctor Fu took the initiative to expose the cheating, so how could he let it go.

Mr. Ye greeted his subordinates in a low voice, trying to make the atmosphere more tit-for-tat, so that he could reap the benefits.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone stood up and spoke.

"Everyone, show more respect to the younger generations."

The person who spoke was actually Mr. Ma!

The voices in the venue immediately became quieter. No matter what, they still wanted to give Mr. Ma some face.

"Listen to me. We old people, even if we use up our lives in this life, it will be difficult to achieve higher achievements."

As soon as they heard this, some old Chinese medicine doctors were on pins and needles and wanted to refute. However, seeing that Mr. Ma was so respected, they still did not dare to offend him.

Mr. Ma waved his hand to tell everyone not to be surprised, and continued: "This is an objective fact. Given our age, it is impossible to do everything by ourselves, and it is impossible to go further. Even if the theory reaches a certain level, the actual operation is completely inadequate. Can't keep up."

"Just like me, I can't keep up with my medical skills." Mr. Ma said helplessly.

"But you are the one among us who can see the cause of the disease." Mr. Ye was anxious.

"Yes, you are the role model among us. You are the one we should learn from. You shouldn't be so self-deprecating!" Mr. Fan's face didn't look good either.

"So what if you can see it, it's not like it can't be saved. I was also a famous Chinese medicine doctor when I was young. Now there are young people who are more talented than me. What's the fuss? It's just that the waves behind push the waves ahead." Ma Lao sighed. Tone, say.

"Young man, if you can do it, just go ahead and do it."

Mr. Ma smiled and gave Zhao Xiaobing a thumbs up.

The venue was completely silent for a moment.