Traveling to the Earth: My martial spirit is a hoe

Ever since Luo Qiong discovered that he could enter the ring space to practice, he no longer went out to find a place to practice.

Moreover, this is the imperial capital, a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Luo Qiong cannot guarantee whether he will cause any unnecessary trouble if he goes out to practice. After all, according to his perception, the most aura of the capital is in the city center.

It's impossible for him to go directly to the city center to practice as he is unfamiliar with the place.

He could meet cultivators in just one province of Qin. He didn't believe that there were not many masters in the capital of China.

After Luo Qiong entered the hotel, he found a place to put the ring and disappeared directly into the hotel.

After a night of silence, Luo Qiong woke up from practice on time the next day. Feeling the fullness of Qi in her body, Luo Qiong stretched comfortably.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after having breakfast with Mr. Chen, he followed Mr. Chen and got into a commercial car again.

"Master, where are we going now?"

According to the time on the invitation, the exchange meeting should be early tomorrow morning.

"Capital medical university"

"The school you worked at before retiring?"

"Yes, it is also the place where this exchange meeting will be held. This time I will take you to meet some elders."

There was a lot of traffic in the capital, and Luo Qiong looked out the window at the skyscrapers. The urban landscape, which was completely different from the Royal Continent, made him a little curious.

The two worlds are completely different development models, and everything here really makes Luo Qiong curious.

Mr. Chen watched Luo Qiong keep looking out the window, with a hint of endearment on his face.

It's like looking after your own child.

Thirty minutes later, the car finally stopped. In front of us was a huge school gate, more than 40 meters wide. A huge welcome stone at the door had the words Capital Medical University written on it.

But on the stone, there is a banner, warmly welcoming all leaders to come to our school for exchange and guidance."

As soon as Chen Lao got out of the car, several people came to greet him.

"Mr. Chen, welcome home!"

A middle-aged man with gray hair came up first and shook hands with Mr. Chen cordially, his eyes full of respect.

"Principal Zheng, long time no see!"

"Oh, you can just call me Xiao Zheng as before."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries and looked at the people who followed them after they stood up. There were many familiar faces and many new faces.

"Hello Professor Chen"

"Hello Professor Chen"

When those acquaintances saw that the principal and Mr. Chen had finished shaking hands, they also came forward to say hello. As for those who didn't know him, there were also introductions.

After everyone in the circle got to know each other, Chen Lao pulled Luo Qiong to him and introduced him solemnly.

"This is my personal disciple, Luo Qiong."

"Personal disciple?"

After listening, everyone cast curious glances at Luo Qiong. Although Mr. Chen is a professor at the Medical University and has taught many students at the school, their relationship is just a simple teacher-student relationship.

When these students saw Mr. Chen, they called him teacher.

But Luo Qiong's title is Master.

There is a certain gap between master and teacher. Only direct disciples recognized by the teacher are qualified to be called master. Since Mr. Chen has personally admitted that Luo Qiong is his direct disciple, it means that Mr. Chen will pass on the mantle.

Mr. Chen has been teaching for decades and has taught more than 10,000 students. He did not like so many students, but he chose Luo Qiong.

Everyone was also curious about what this boy was capable of.

"Hello elders, I am Luo Qi."

Facing everyone's gaze, Luo Qiong remained calm and gave a Taoist head-offering salute generously. As a successor of Taoist medicine, Mr. Chen, Luo Qiong's courtesy was not wrong.

But except for one or two people in the crowd on the opposite side who returned the greeting, everyone else stepped aside.

"Junior brother, we can't bear your courtesy."

Dean Zheng stepped forward and hugged Luo Qiong's hands.

"Half of the people here today are Mr. Chen's students. In terms of seniority, apart from us old guys, the younger ones still want to call you uncle!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a few young men in their thirties following the crowd.

"Um, this..."

Luo Qiong didn't expect that Mr. Chen's seniority was so high. He was taking advantage!

"We are all young people, how can we have so many etiquettes. You just have to do your own thing."

But Mr. Chen was open-minded and resolved everyone's embarrassment with just one sentence. With that said, he walked into the school first.

The reception room of the administrative building of the Medical University.

"Teacher, I'm afraid things are not that simple this time?" Dean Zheng looked at Mr. Chen with a worried expression.

"Well, Minister Liu has already told me about the situation. These Western medicine doctors are so selfless as to treat Chinese medicine!"

Having said this, Mr. Chen put down his tea cup with anger in his eyes.

"According to the exchange application they submitted, this time in addition to domestic experts, there are also Wells, director of cardiovascular surgery from Mayo in the United States; Dilett, cardiothoracic surgeon at Ives Hospital in Germany; Professor Lucassen from King's Hospital in England; Professor Flanders from the First Union Hospital, Professor Stirlings from the Red Square Hospital of Mao Xiong Country, Professor Park Byte from Seoul Hospital of South Korea, and Kosuke Matsushita of Tokyo University of Japan."

"These people are all world-renowned cardiovascular and cerebrovascular experts. Everyone is basically an authority in their respective fields."

"It seems that the ambitions of Western Medicine Capital this time are not small. They want to put me to death!"

"Damn it, it's the 21st century, do you still want to join the Eight-Nation Alliance?"

"Are we going to be bullied by them like this? We don't have to accept their application at all!"

"It's impossible, this is a conspiracy. If we don't accept it, they will definitely declare that our information is forged. At that time, the people will feel that we don't have the courage to continue to be censored, and we are obviously guilty of committing crimes."

"Teacher, I want to know if that patient was really cured?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes focused on Mr. Chen again.

Mr. Chen glanced at everyone, but did not answer directly. Instead, he picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip.

"We have traditional Chinese medicine that has been inherited for thousands of years. How can those Western doctors who only know bloodletting be blasphemous? Since they are coming, let them be convinced."

"Friends come with good wine, and jackals come with shotguns. If they come with a communication mentality, we will naturally welcome them, but if they want to find trouble, then they have come with the wrong person."

Everyone looked at Mr. Chen. Although he didn't answer, he looked confident and felt a little relieved.

The few people discussed some details later, and then Mr. Chen led Luo Qiong away.

During the entire exchange, everyone focused on Mr. Chen. As for Luo Qiong, he was treated as a junior who was brought out by his elders to see the world.

Luo Qiong didn't feel anything about this. He was not the kind of person who liked to be in the limelight.

Luo Qiong was not going out with Mr. Chen in the afternoon, so this time Mr. Chen wanted to meet a heavyweight.

Even Mr. Chen had to pay attention to it, so he could only go alone.

Just after Luo returned to the hotel, exchange personnel from various countries and members of the Nobel Prize jury also arrived in Beijing.

And just when Luo Qiong returned to the hotel, Wei Zhuo's third video was posted again.