Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 445 Feng Laozai [-]

"Old Feng, isn't this the trend now?"

The young man said with a smile when he heard the words: "This is also the wish of the owner of the restaurant."

Old Feng snorted disdainfully, and reprimanded: "What kind of intention? We are doctors, and we came here to exchange and learn from each other. A mere restaurant owner, what kind of affection does he need to express? What qualifications does he have to express his affection?"

Seeing that Old Feng was upset, the young man shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more.

"Xiao Li, when you step into the society in the future, you must not learn like this."

Feng Lao changed the subject, put on airs, and said to the young man Xiao Li earnestly: "We who study medicine, especially Chinese medicine, must be down-to-earth and serious."

"Well, Mr. Feng, I see."

Xiao Li nodded repeatedly.

Old Feng is qualified to teach him like this.

Mr. Feng is a well-known big countryman in Kyoto City, and through his hands, countless patients have been cured.

Not ten thousand, but five thousand.

It can be said to be famous.

Zhao Yifan walked into the restaurant together behind Mr. Feng and Xiao Li.

same.

In the lobby of the hotel, there was also a sign to warmly celebrate the Huaxia National Medical Exchange Conference being held in our hotel. Old Feng was displeased when he saw it.

"Old Feng, shall we go over there to register first?"

Xiao Li's eyes were sharp, and he saw a sign with an arrow drawn on it, which said the registration office of the medical exchange meeting. Looking in the direction of the sign, he saw a room in the corner of the hall, and some people were holding suitcases. and the invitation letter came out of the room one after another.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Li questioned Mr. Feng.

"Well, you go."

Feng Lao nodded, sat down on a sofa next to him, and said, "I'll wait for you here."

"Good old Feng."

Xiao Li nodded quickly and walked towards the registration office.

Elder Feng noticed Zhao Yifan who was following Xiao Li, also holding an invitation letter in his hand, so he couldn't help subconsciously looking at him a few more times.

In the registration room, there were not many people, only five or six people were waiting, and one person was in charge of registration.

The process is also very simple.

Participants submit the invitation letter to the registration staff, and then tell the registration staff their name, the unit they represent or the name of the school.

After completing this series of procedures, the registration staff handed over a room card to the participants, and told them to return the room card to the hotel before leaving after the exchange meeting.

When it was Xiao Li's turn to register, he handed the invitation letter to the registration staff and said, "Feng Shaogang."

Zhao Yifan noticed that after hearing the name Feng Shaogang, the expressions of several other participants around him became a little surprised, surprised, and even a little excited.

"Mr. Feng also came to the medical exchange meeting?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of it before."

"I thought Mr. Feng wouldn't come."

Several people were whispering among each other.

The registrant who had been immersed in the registration, when he heard the name, immediately raised his head subconsciously, his expression became very respectful, he glanced at Xiao Li, and asked with a smile: "Are you Feng Lao's disciple?"

"Ah."

Xiao Li nodded and said, "Please hurry up and register, Mr. Feng is still waiting outside."

When the registration staff heard this, without further ado, they took out a room card, handed it to Xiao Li, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can go to the room with Mr. Feng to rest, and I will fill in Mr. Feng's information. "

"Okay, trouble."

Xiao Li said politely.

"No trouble, this is what we should do."

The registration officer said with a smile on his face. After watching Xiao Li go out, he lowered his head and filled in the old Feng's information.

Zhao Yifan noticed that Mr. Feng's room was in No. [-].

"Where's your invitation letter?"

After the registrant finished writing Mr. Feng's information, he raised his head and said to Zhao Yifan.

"here."

Zhao Yifan handed him the invitation letter and said, "My name is Zhao Yifan, and I am from Qingzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Jiangnan Province."

"Oh?"

The registration officer was slightly startled when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Yifan with some surprise, opened the invitation letter and checked it carefully, shook his head slightly, and said, "Did your School of Traditional Chinese Medicine send you here alone?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yifan nodded, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

The registration officer frowned and said, "It's nothing." He registered Zhao Yifan's information and threw Zhao Yifan a room card.

Zhao Yifan took a look, and found that room [-] lived next door to Mr. Feng.

After walking out of the room, Zhao Yifan heard someone whispering behind him: "...The School of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Jiangnan Province is too perfunctory, isn't it? Even the medical exchange conference that Feng Lao attended, unexpectedly only sent such a young teacher to participate , you will be punished later..."

Zhao Yifan ignored it. In fact, he thought it was useless to give him the room card.

Elder Lin and him have already agreed that they will have a meeting during the day and stay at home at night.

The driver will pick up Zhao Yifan then.

The number on the outer wall of the elevator showed that it stopped after reaching the [-]th floor.

Immediately, come down quickly.

Zhao Yifan walked into the elevator and saw two people walking towards the elevator not far away, so he pressed the door open button and waited for these two people to come.

Normally, seeing this situation, most people would step up a bit.

After the two saw it, they were still unhurried, as if they had expected Zhao Yifan to wait for them.

Zhao Yifan frowned.

"Mr. Liang, which floor shall we go to?"

A young man in his 20s asked respectfully the middle-aged man in his 40s.

"Let's go to the ninth floor first."

The middle-aged man called Mr. Liang thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I just heard that this medical exchange meeting, Mr. Feng also came to participate, he lives on the [-]th floor, let's visit later Let's talk about Old Feng."

"Elder Feng is here too?"

The young man was startled, and immediately said with a look of admiration in his eyes: "Indeed, I should pay a visit to Mr. Feng. After all, Mr. Feng is a well-known figure in the medical field of China, a well-known master of the country."

The two talked and laughed, without even saying thank you to Zhao Yifan.

When the elevator reached the [-]th floor, Zhao Yifan walked out and found his own room. After entering, he took a look at it and found that it was not bad. The room was quite big, and it was also very clean.

"Didn't you tell me what time the meeting will be held for study?"

Zhao Yifan suddenly thought of something, and glanced around the room, only to find that there was an introduction brochure for the medical exchange meeting on the table.

Open it and take a look, the process of the medical exchange meeting is clearly written on it.

The time is divided into two days.

At ten o'clock this morning, go to the conference hall on the southeast corner of the sixth floor to participate in the opening ceremony of the medical exchange meeting. The time is two hours.

Noon is lunch and rest time.

From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., research and discussion time for the medical exchange meeting.

The next day is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon.

Then the other arrangements are the same.

It's just an extra day after eight o'clock in the evening, to participate in the closing activities of the medical exchange meeting.

It was held in the banquet hall.

Zhao Yifan reckoned that this closing event must be mainly about eating, drinking, and exchanging feelings with each other.

Aside from the opening ceremony, the duration of the entire medical exchange meeting is actually only one and a half days.

In such a short period of one and a half days, Zhao Yifan is not quite sure what can be researched and communicated.

After all, time is really too short.

In fact, this kind of exchange meeting basically introduces the development of domestic medicine in the past year. If there are any new technologies and new discoveries, they will be notified to the participants at the exchange meeting, and then some materials will be distributed for everyone to learn.

Those who can be invited to participate in this level specification exchange meeting are the heads of various units, schools, and hospitals, and no one has so much time.

It's just that Zhao Yifan is participating for the first time, so he doesn't know what's going on here.

There were footsteps outside the corridor, followed by a knock on the door.

Zhao Yifan walked over and opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man standing outside the door with a humble smile on his face.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Yifan glanced at him suspiciously.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, "Isn't this Old Feng's room?"

"[-], next door."

Zhao Yifan said something casually.

"Oh, thank you."

The middle-aged man nodded to Zhao Yifan and said politely.

After closing the door, within a few minutes, there was another knock on the door.

Zhao Yifan opened the door, and there were two strangers again.

"Isn't Mr. Feng in this room?"

The two asked in unison.

Zhao Yifan was really speechless, pointed to the next door, and said, "It's next door."

"Oh, thanks."

The two smiled apologetically at Zhao Yifan.

"This old Feng is really famous."

Zhao Yifan thought to himself, "There are so many people who came to visit him."

Within half an hour, at least five or six waves of people who visited Mr. Feng knocked on Zhao Yifan's room.

Zhao Yifan was so annoyed that he found a piece of paper, wrote "Mr. Feng lives in room [-]" on it, and pasted it on the door.

In this way, as expected, no one would knock on the door of Zhao Yifan's room.

"...Xiao Li."

After sending another wave of guests away, Mr. Feng, who had dealt with it for a long time, felt a little tired, and said to Xiao Li, "You hang this do not disturb sign on the door." Then, he casually said: "It's really strange. How come these people are so well-informed. They just moved in, and so many people came here right after."

"Yeah, these people are really powerful."

Xiao Li nodded and smiled in agreement: "No way, it's also because you are so famous that everyone wants to visit you, Mr. Feng, please rest for a while, I will go out for a stroll and have a look, and when the time is up, I will call again you."

"Well, okay."

Feng Lao nodded and said, "I'm really tired, so I'll take a short rest first."

Xiao Li walked out of the room, hung the do not disturb sign on the door, and planned to find a place to smoke a cigarette. When he passed the door of Zhao Yifan's room, he saw the words "Feng Lao lives in Room [-]" pasted on the door, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

(End of this chapter)