Best little divine farmer

As for the other side of the Chinese Medicine Association, almost everyone's face is full of anger.

Several times, Wu Xude even wanted to stand up and talk to those people just now, but in the end, he was pulled down by the people around him.

There is no doubt that there is a problem in each of them.

Now the situation is that the land and people are all occupied by the Jin family.

As for the practice of the Jin family, the supporters of the Jin family are extremely tolerant and do not allow others to say that half of their points are not.

But for the Chinese Medicine Association, they are trying to find something to disgust them.

Now all they can do is to be patient and not give each other any say.

Naturally, Wu Xude could understand the meaning of the people around him. He sat back to his position with his head down and looked as if he didn't look at it.

They come to Korea's traditional Chinese Medicine Association. In China, any person who is not a famous expert or professor can be said to exist everywhere.

However, when they came to Korea, they were like mice crossing the street. It can be said that everyone was shouting.

It's enough to be ignored, but the most important thing is that both the Jin family and their supporters are constantly insulting their TCM and everyone in the TCM Association.

Wu Xude only felt that the anger he had received in his life was not as much as he had received in Korea.

If it wasn't for his identity, Wu Xude would have gone up and ripped the mouths of those individuals.

"Dr. King, you don't care about this kind of thing?"

Tang Yifan on the other side can naturally see the scene in front of him.

As soon as his face changed, Tang Yifan couldn't help looking in the direction of Jin Wucheng and said coldly to the latter.

"Who cares? Dr. Tang, what do you want us to do? "

In the face of Tang Yifan's question, Jin Wucheng shrugged his shoulders and showed an innocent look. He asked in an indifferent tone: "what right do we have to interfere with their freedom of speech when our mouths are on other people's bodies?"

"In other words, do you think he is right in this kind of behavior?"

Eyebrows gently pick, Tang Yifan after hearing Jin Wucheng is, sneer a, casually asked.

"I didn't say that."

Jin Wucheng's face changed slightly, and he quickly shook his head.

Tang Yifan is giving him a bowl of excrement. How can Jin Wucheng come next easily?

"A little too much."

His lips moved. When Jin Wucheng was about to open his mouth again, a voice rang out, which interrupted Jin Wucheng and attracted his opponent's attention.

The source of the voice is Jin wucai, who has always been incompatible with Jin Wucheng.

Jin Wucheng coldly glanced at each other, impatiently waved his hand not far behind him.

After seeing Jin Wucheng's action, several security personnel understood him and quickly went to the direction of the shouting man just now. They set him up and took him away from the competition.

After seeing this scene, Tang Yifan looks at Jin wucai beside Jin Wucheng in surprise and throws a grateful look at him.

If people respect me, I will pay him back.

This has always been what Tang Yifan pursued.

Seeing Jin wucai's help, Tang Yifan naturally felt a little grateful.

To say, this is the first person who makes Tang Yifan feel less disgusted.

In the face of Tang Yifan's action, Jin wucai smiles at each other.

"How can the Kim family get rid of the rubbish you're turning out with such an elbow?"

Jinwucheng cold not Ding mouth, lowered the voice to the side of jinwucai said.

"It's you who really disgrace the Jin family."

In the face of Jin Wucheng's words, Jin wucai's face is still very calm, without hesitation retorted, sneered and said: "the old man worked hard for almost a lifetime to get the Jin family to the present level, but you people are good, one by one treat yourself as a grandfather, right?"

At this point, Jin wucai's eyes flashed a bit of undisguised disgust.

"I tell you, the old man taught us this. If you have any dissatisfaction, please tell him. Don't give me such a bad face here."

Jin Wucheng said impatiently.

If others dare to speak for the TCM Association, Jin Wucheng will undoubtedly teach the other party a lesson at the first time.

But now Jin Wucheng has no such idea.

Although it is widely spread that Jin Wucheng is the first person of the third generation of the whole Jin family, only Jin Wucheng knows that his achievements in medical ethics are no less than those of him, or even more than that of him.

But Jin wucai was always indifferent to the world. He had been studying medicine, and he didn't care much about the so-called reputation.

So, naturally, the first person of the three generations of the Jin family fell on Jin Wucheng.

But even so, in the heart, Jin Wucheng's ability to Jin wucai is undoubtedly highly recognized.

In addition, the other party is also very popular with Mr. Jin, and his status in the Jin family is no less than that of him. It is precisely because of this that Jin Wucheng did not break out.

Otherwise, according to his character, Jin Wu would dare to speak like this, and he would have done it directly.

Although the dialogue between Jin Wucheng and Jin wucai is very quiet and soon drowned by human voice, it is still very clearly captured by Tang Yifan.

A pair of eyes twinkled slightly. Tang Yifan didn't expect that at this time, the Jin family was fighting against each other.

"Well, now I'll announce the name of the patient and ask the two contestants to be ready."

At this time, the staff in the center of the competition field spoke, took the note and read out a person's name.

After that, the staff looked in the direction of the backstage and then said, "please contact the patient as soon as possible. If you don't show up within five minutes, it will be regarded as giving up this opportunity of treatment."

At the sign of the staff, Tang Yifan and Jin Wuzhi sit back to their original positions one after another.

Glancing at Tang Yifan not far away, Jin Wuzhi sneers and makes a provocative action of cutting his throat.