The Strongest Doctor

In fact, the time of the medical contest in Fang's budget in early summer is a little short. He originally planned to finish the contest, and then just arrived at the TV station to record the program.

Who would have expected that there were several accidents in this competition, which made it back to the TV station. It was more than two o'clock.

Fang chuxia drags Lynch and rushes to the studio almost like the wind.

In the studio, photographers and other relevant staff have been preparing for the show for a long time.

More than a dozen old people who were invited sat in the audience, but they looked anxious and worried.

"Didn't you say it started at two o'clock? Is this program maker deceiving? "

"Yes, I'm a bad old man with a pension. Do they want to kidnap us and transfer the money away?"

"It's dark in the studio, and the light is not very good. We've been shut down for a few days. I really don't dare to think about it..."

These lonely old people seldom have any friends to talk with on weekdays. What's more, when they are old, they are easy to be dazzled and hard to communicate with others.

As a result, they become wary of changes in the outside world, and even have persecution delusions.

The staff on the scene also comforted him in time and said, "please be calm, old people. Our host will be on the scene soon."

"No, we're not recording."

"There is no good faith at all, so the program is not good."

"That's it. Let's go back."

These old people are a little excited. They are so strange to the environment that they feel afraid instinctively.

And at this time, Fang chuxia finally arrived at the scene: "I'm sorry, I just went to be a judge for a competition, so I'm sorry for the delay."

With that, Fang chuxia bowed deeply.

Originally, Fang chuxia invited these old people to come, so he was a little calm when he saw the familiar people.

"Xiao Fang, why did you go so long?"

"Yes, we can't wait to go back!"

"Yes, Xiao Fang, we are all here to listen to the doctor you sent us."

Fang chuxia said with a smile, "I only invited one doctor this time, but when I was a guest in a competition, I caught a great doctor temporarily. Let's give him a round of applause, OK?"

With that, Fang chuxia took the lead in clapping, and then looked at the entrance of the studio.

The old people below also looked happy and clapped their hands quietly. Just when Lynch appeared, the old people stopped and looked at each other. They thought of it in a whisper.

"Why is the doctor still a child?"

"I don't have hair on my mouth, and I don't do things well. The doctors I usually see are all white bearded and white haired. There are no doctors like him."

"No, Xiao Fang, you're not going to fool us with anyone, are you?"

These old people are not satisfied.

Elderly doctors have more experience. Moreover, in terms of traditional Chinese medicine health preservation, they are mainly old Chinese medicine doctors. These doctors are old people, and their personal experience is persuasive.

Fang chuxia could only explain forcefully: "everyone, although he is young, he won the champion of the county-level medical competition, and his medical skills are superb. I believe he will definitely satisfy you."

With that, Fang chuxia winked at Lynch and told him not to care.

Lynch just smiles. He knows that these old people are lack of trust in the outside world. In fact, they are lack of love. How can he care?

He went to the central government and said, "my name is Lynch. I'm a graduating student from Jinhai University, but my hometown is also in Kaiyuan county."

In this way, these old people are even more dispassionate. They are just kids, but they are still students. If Lynch is a regular doctor or a teacher, that's the past. But he just admits that he is a student, which is really unacceptable.

"What are you going to tell us today, young man?" An old man asked.

"Today's topic is the way to keep healthy, but I will also talk about some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and useful tips to help you have a good life." Lynch said.

"But you are young and a student. Why should you tell us?" Another said.

"You must think that the one who knows Chinese medicine is the old man with white hair, right?" Lynch naturally saw what they were thinking.

However, no one answered. Lynch continued: "it is undeniable that there are too many things in traditional Chinese medicine, which are accumulated by daily practice. When you have reached a certain level of experience and can really be called traditional Chinese medicine, you will be about the same age as everyone. It is estimated that you should not only see people, but also yourself."

Lynch's words made the old man laugh. They found the young man interesting.In fact, what he said is also the reason why few young people call TCM and the number of TCM is decreasing.

"I know that my age can't satisfy you, but the Jade Emperor is not the most powerful immortal, and the president of the Chinese Medicine Association is not so powerful. I'm young, but it doesn't mean I can't help you, does it?"

Lin Qi explained patiently: "what's more, Fang chuxia, the host of this medical program, invited me. There must be her reason. If you don't believe me, I have to go."

The old people in the audience, looking at each other one by one, didn't show much.

Lynch just felt very embarrassed. He really couldn't handle these old people, which made him a little embarrassed.

As soon as Fang chuxia saw that it was going to be worse, he stepped forward and said, "everyone, please believe that Lynch is really good at medicine. If you don't believe me, I will kneel down for you..."

In order to popularize knowledge for these old people, Fang chuxia took great pains to persuade these old people to participate in the program day and night, so that they could finally get together and have this opportunity to understand what they usually can't know.

And Lynch was invited by him, and it was absolutely impossible to let him go like this.

At the thought of this, Fang chuxia bit his silver teeth and fell on his knees with a puff. He said seriously, "dear old people, please believe me and Lynch!"

"This, this..."

"Xiao Fang, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

"Yes, we believe you. Can't we believe you? It's too cold on the ground. Be obedient. Get up first

Finally, the old people were moved and finally agreed to listen to Lynch's lecture.

Fang chuxia was relieved at last.

But at this time, the director quickly made a gesture to call Fang chuxia aside.

"Director, what's the matter?" Fang chuxia hurried to one side of the studio, slightly surprised.

"Fang chuxia, do you know what you are doing? Our program is live. They don't want to listen to it. Forget it. How can you kneel down to these old people in public? " Cried the director.

Fang chuxia also knew that he had gone too far, but he insisted: "director, I didn't do anything wrong, just to make them believe Lynch!"

"No, this program has been cut off directly, and there is no need to do it in the future!" The director said sternly.