Master of medicine

Chen Tian is surrounded by a crowd of curious foreigners on the third floor inside and the third floor outside. The reporter even witnessed the moment when Chen Tian created a miracle with his long guns and short cannons.

The more people there are, the more stuffy the air is. On one side, he has helped the woman to take back the bones. He quickly stood up and said, "please let me go. If you get together, the patient can't breathe."

The crowd just dispersed, but Chen Tian's silver needle in his hand attracted their eyes like a thread, and let them spread from a small bag to a big one.

There are several foreigners with blue eyes and big noses who have really seen the scene of silver needles saving people. They open their eyes and look curiously. Out of the traditional concept of gentleman, they still maintain relative calm and restraint. Although the number of people is large, no one speaks.

Sweat from Chen Tian is already full of sweat forehead flow down, in the ambulance did not arrive, he can only rely on the hands of the silver needle to the seriously injured woman for rescue.

Chen Tian uses silver needles to stimulate acupoints and penetrates into a woman's body to repair every bleeding point. When he enters the body, he finds that the nerves of a woman's body are like highways, intricate and crisscross. If there is any mistake, it may hurt other nerves that are not damaged.

Chen Tian's mastery of the state of being in God is also a time when he can't return to the spirit. This time, he successfully used his unique skill.

"Brother Chen, are you ok?" At first, he didn't expect that Chen Tian had entered the realm of Dacheng. Like outsiders, he didn't move when he saw that he was holding a silver needle. He was worried that something might happen to him and asked quickly.

As soon as he wanted to touch him, he thought it was wrong. He quickly took back the hand he was about to touch Chen Tian and said to himself happily, "is it hard, this guy has mastered the great realm of acupuncture? Into the realm of God? "

He said to himself: "the old man has been criticizing me for being hopeless. He is always unconvinced. Today, when I see Chen Tian's medical skill, it will be a qualitative improvement compared with the competition. This son will soar to the sky, and I can only look up to him."

Compared with the rigorous melancholy, Chen Tian calmed down Zhang duo, and entered the final stage of the trance. From the beginning of the needle to the end of the needle, the woman's bleeding face gradually became ruddy.

The belated ambulance finally appeared in front of the people. The nurses and doctors who came from the wounded rushed to the woman and examined her whole body.

"How did you do it?" A middle-aged doctor examined carefully with a stethoscope for a long time. He exclaimed with an incredible look, and his eyes lit up with unbelievable light.

Chen Tian implicit smile, modest low-key said: "I just try my best to save her back."

Cao Yu sighed and looked at Chen Ling's sleeping child. Suddenly, he was moved.

"Chen Ling, how about we apply for a prize for Chen Tian after we go back?" Cao Yu asked.

Chen Ling patted the sleeping baby and looked up at Cao Yu for no reason. She didn't understand how Cao Yu could say this. However, she nodded and said, "Chen Tian deserves a Bethune medal in terms of medical skills and ethics."

The Bethune medal was awarded by the Ministry of health in 1991, which was the highest award given to medical workers by China. Chen Ling blurted out, but Cao Yufei didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He nodded with approval and said, "you're right. After returning to China, I will propose to Minister Chen to apply for Chen Tian..."

Chen Ling didn't hear Cao Yu's words. She was anxious to return the baby to his mother. Although the woman was treated by Chen Tian, she was still in a weak coma. It was the best spiritual comfort for her to have the child beside her or Zhang.

The scene was chaotic and orderly. When Chen Tiangang pulled himself out, he was caught by a reporter from BBC Radio and television. He interviewed him with a long microphone and talked English. Then, seeing Chen Tian's blank face, the reporter realized that he didn't understand.

"I'll do it!" Chen Ling gives the child to the nurse who carries the injured woman into the ambulance. Smiling Ying Ying comes over and translates for Chen Tian.

"Mr. Chen, what did you do to your injured mother?" Xiaodan, a female journalist from China, finally has a chance to ask her doubts.

Chen Tian looks at her. Her blue eyes are clear and transparent, and there are not too many impurities. She knows that the reason why she asks is that she doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, rather than maliciously. Some of her eyes want to make a fool of him or slander him.

"I'm a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Just now I was using acupuncture to rescue the mother." Chen Tian said frankly.

The facial features are clear, the outline is clear, coupled with the red halo after the needle just now, and the calm in the face of the media, it's absolutely cool, cool. At least Xiaodan stares at Chen Tian, which makes Chen Ling jealous.

"Well Then... " Xiao Dan's snow-white and pink face was flushed. After he stopped speaking, he quickly sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask: "I hear that the so-called traditional Chinese medicine is just like the witchcraft of the witch doctor, not the mainstream medicine, but like this..."

Chen Ling translated Xiaodan's words to Chen Tian truthfully, and Chen Tian's face gradually became ugly."Do you know what medicine is?" Chen Tian's face is gloomy and roars: "why don't you personally experience the traditional Chinese medicine that you don't understand, but hearsay and wanton nonsense?"

Just now, wenerya, Chen Tian, who was modest and easygoing, suddenly changed his mood. Xiaodan was so scared that he was scared back by Shengsheng.

When Chen Ling saw that she was so afraid, her sour feeling was half better immediately. Although she didn't understand why Chen Tian suddenly became angry and almost roared.

What's the matter with him? Chen Ling and Xiao Dan have the same doubts in their hearts.

Chen Tiandao broke the truth and said, "Chinese culture has a long history, and traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure of our country..."

In front of the media, Chen Tian talks freely, and he doesn't care how others look at him.

His impromptu speech attracted others to gather again.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is the quintessence of Chinese culture and the spirit of Chinese nation. If you don't understand it, I can forgive you, but I don't allow you to say that traditional Chinese medicine is a kind of witchcraft relying on opportunism..."

Chen Tian's words are incisive. In front of everyone, he scolds Xiao Dan.

Xiao Dan is a reporter, but she is still a girl. She didn't expect that she was scolded face to face by the boy. Her face immediately hung down, and she could not let it fall down because of the tears in her eyes.

Chen Tian didn't mean to pursue and fight fiercely. As soon as the words changed, he turned his eyes to the onlookers: "traditional Chinese medicine is a kind of inheritance of Chinese culture. It needs thousands of inheritance to carry forward and flourish. Whether you believe it or not, it will shine in the world..."

Chen Ling translated Chen Tian's words truthfully. Her face turned red and she was excited. She didn't know traditional Chinese medicine. Professional terms came out of Chen Tian's mouth. She thought for a long time before she could find the right words to translate. But she didn't know why. She always felt that there was an immortal fire burning in her heart.

Compared with Chen Tian's impassioned, rigorous thought a lot, he also understands why Chen Tian is so excited.

Chinese medicine is weak. Even in China, not all people believe in it. What's more, it's a challenge for these blue eyed foreigners to understand the difference between Chinese medicine and witchcraft.

He also understands that Chen Tianzhi's excitement is entirely for TCM. He hopes that more people can learn and master TCM. TCM is not a matter for one or two people, but a common cause for thousands of Chinese children.

Rigorous, the surface is very calm, but the heart is upset seasoning bottle, five flavors mixed Chen, sweet and sour taste.

"I will carry forward traditional Chinese medicine and devote my life to it. I will spread the seeds of traditional Chinese medicine to every corner of the world. At the same time, I also hope that every Chinese here can devote themselves to this cause..."

Chen Tian, in front of the media reporter's camera, said loudly that the audience, whether on the scene or in front of the TV, were all enthusiastic. Some people even slapped excitedly and yelled "good news".

In Meiji's opinion, the fervent cry is like a raging flood. She leans on the sofa and watches the BBC news program from the beginning to the end. She thinks it is necessary to do it now. Otherwise, with a leader like Chen Tian, many people will join in the upsurge of learning traditional Chinese medicine.

The leaders of the organization will never allow their profits to shrink by hundreds of billions every year, let alone allow TCM to take a share of them.

He took out the exquisite vertuiphone 5 gold customized mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers, and said, "there is one thing I want to do for you."

"My fees are very expensive..." At the other end of the line, Alexandria talked about business without any emotion.

Meiji said, "I just hope it's not a problem

"Well, go ahead!" Alexandria's tone is still a sullen look, nothing to do with him.

Meiji smiles, and the evil smile that pervades her mouth is even better than that of the devil. Alexandria, a name that is frightening in Europe, will be linked with Chen Tian

Night gradually falls in London, a city with rich classical flavor. At the beginning of the lights, the noisy city becomes colorful again. The well-dressed people who have worked hard all day change to another battlefield and start another battle.

Outside the bars of all sizes in the bar street, pink neon lights are flashing at the same time. Standing outside the bar, the street girls with exposed clothes and heavy makeup make the air of the street full of ambiguities.

Suk, dressed in plain clothes, looks around in brilliant colors. With his experience as a veteran of the bar market, he is already familiar with the bar street, and the characteristics of major bars are already familiar.

He came all the way to the hot words of the street women, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he didn't even look at them.