Hearing the answer given by Qin Lang, even Wang Zhixiu was dumbfounded. Although she hoped to promote the quality education achievements of the No. 7 Middle School through this matter, she thought that she should lay the groundwork first, and then lead the topic to quality education. Well, there is no one like Qin Lang who throws out quality education in the first sentence of his mouth.
However, Qin Lang's "awakening" still made Wang Zhixiu very happy. She heard Sun Bo said that Qin Lang was a bit rebellious, and she was worried that Qin Lang would "talk nonsense", but now it seems that worrying is unnecessary. A student is a student. When you are in front of the camera, you naturally know what to say and what not to say. This is also good, so that Wang Zhixiu will not have to spend money on public relations when the time comes, and have to find someone to edit some content that is not suitable for publicity.
"Mr. Qin, are you really Master Lin Wuchang's uncle?" Another reporter asked.
"Comrade reporter, why do you ask such a question?" Qin Lang asked back.
"Because Master Lin Wuchang is already seventy years old, and you are less than twenty years old, how could you be his uncle?" The male reporter continued.
"This is a question of seniority. What does it have to do with age? I am Master Lin Wuchang's younger brother, of course he is his uncle. This is like, you are almost forty years old now, but one day your father told you that he There is also a teenage brother, when you see your father's younger brother, should you call him 'uncle'? Could it be that because he is young, you can call him 'little brother'?"
There was a burst of laughter in the conference room.
"Some people suspect that this is Lin Wuchang's own way of hype, and some people say that this is a way of hype jointly carried out by Mr. Qin and Lin Wuchang. The purpose is to attract news attention. What do you have, Mr. Qin? view?"
"If you think we are here to attract news attention, as a journalist, you should not come here to interview me. This will highlight your character, isn't it good." Qin Lang said with a smile, "In addition, As for the hype, I don’t think it’s Lin Wuchang or me, there’s no need for hype.”
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Lin Wuchang is indeed very famous, but you—as far as I know, you should not be famous." The reporter wearing glasses said sharply, "So, it cannot be ruled out that you have benefited Master Lin , and then use him to hype."
Qin Lang thought that what the old poison brought to Lin Wuchang was probably not a benefit, but a huge harm.
However, Qin Lang said in his mouth: "This reporter, the reason why you have such doubts is because of your ignorance of Chinese medicine. I am Lin Wuchang's uncle, this is an indisputable fact, and I have obtained the true biography of the teacher. , so becoming famous is inevitable, it doesn’t matter whether you are speculating or not. Because as a Chinese medicine doctor, the key lies in the combination of medical ethics. With medical skills and virtues, one can become a famous doctor of a generation!”
At this time, Wang Zhixiu winked at Qin Lang, because she recognized this male reporter wearing a black frame. This guy was an editor of "Pingchuan Weekly", called "Zhou Jiang". News to extort other people's "public relations fees". In short, if you don't give money, you will publish negative news, if you give money, you will publish good news. In short, this guy and this "Pingchuan Weekly" are notoriously immoral.
"Mr. Qin, as far as I know, all famous Chinese medicine practitioners are in their seventies and eighties. At your young age, you really don't look like a Chinese medicine doctor with 'Medical Virtue Shuangxin'." Zhou Jiang's tone was a little bit ridicule.
"This reporter, you should give the other reporters some time to ask questions." Wang Zhixiu spoke out to relieve Qin Lang.
"I'm sorry, President Wang, I haven't got the answer to the question yet. You should know that I'm very obsessed with the news." Zhou Jiang supported the frame with his fingers, and then continued to stare at Qin Lang, "Mr. Qin, please explain to us Let's see where your so-called medical ethics are reflected."
"This reporter, come here—" Qin Lang waved to Zhou Jiang.
"Why, you still want to hit someone?" Zhou Jiang snorted and walked towards Qin Lang, looking like a fighter in the press.
"Why did I hit you? I just want to heal your illness." Qin Lang smiled faintly, "Extend your hand, and I'll feel your pulse."
"You are so funny, how can I be sick? I am very healthy!" Zhou Jiang said.
"I'll know if you're healthy or not." Qin Lang smiled slightly, "Why, don't you dare?"
"Hey, Zhou Jiang, just ask 'Doctor Qin' to take your pulse." "That's right, let's see if Doctor Xiao Qin is really so good." "Hurry up and ask someone to take your pulse, don't waste everyone's time! ""..."
These reporters rushed to urge Zhou Jiang to ask Qin Lang to diagnose his pulse.
Wang Zhixiu was a little worried for Qin Lang. As the principal, Wang Zhixiu often deals with these reporters and knows that these reporters are very good at digging out negative news, because negative news can often bring them higher "extra income".
But at this moment Wang Zhixiu was unable to stop, Zhou Jiang had already handed Qin Lang his wrist with a sneer.
Qin Lang pressed Zhou Jiang's wrist pulse, and within ten seconds, he stood up suddenly, looked at Zhou Jiang in horror, and said angrily, "Unlucky! It's really unlucky!"
Without explaining much, Qin Lang went to the bathroom in the meeting room and washed his hands carefully with hand sanitizer.
These reporters were very puzzled by Qin Lang's behavior, but they were also embarrassed to rush to the bathroom to take pictures, so they had to wait for Qin Lang to come out before asking what problem Qin Lang saw in Zhou Jiang just now.
"It's hard to say, it's inconvenient to say." Faced with these reporters' questioning, Qin Lang shook his head vigorously, "As a doctor, I think the patient's body should be protected."
"You don't need to protect anything, just say it!" Zhou Jiang seemed to want to embarrass Qin Lang, "I want to see what kind of disease you made up for me!"
"This... really want to say it in public?" Qin Lang seemed a little embarrassed.
But Zhou Jiang and other reporters thought that Qin Lang was making excuses and delaying on purpose. In fact, Qin Lang didn't diagnose any disease at all, so they all urged Qin Lang to tell the diagnosis result quickly.
"This reporter, are you sure you really want to say it?" Qin Lang asked Zhou Jiang again.
"Speak! I let you speak!" Zhou Jiang shouted.
"Then I really said it!" Qin Lang paused for a moment, and then said loudly, "Comrade reporter, I diagnosed you with Hualiu disease!"