My Waste Husband

Chapter 83

Henry remembered that he had just read from the document this Sunshine Medical Company had always been the leader of the medical industry in Yinzhou. Almost all the medical equipment came from them, who had made a lot of money. This time, he was the most dangerous but also the most competitive one when the new medical project came out.

After all, in medicine, Sunshine Medical was professional, who was even superior to Lins Group.

President Huang laughed loudly and said, "President Lin, you think too highly of me. Compared with Lins Group, I have no chance to win.

Such language attacks would almost take place in every generation.

Henry found the position that belonged to the Lins Group and sat down, quietly watching the people fight with each other openly or secretly.

As time went by slowly, there were more and more people in the clinic. In the second round seats, a lot of doctors had been seated, and the voices of entrepreneurs talking to each other became lower and lower.

In the second circle, almost every doctor was followed by a young man, whose face was full of excitement. With their qualifications, it was a rare opportunity for them to participate in such a meeting. Whether they went to study in this meeting or took it out as a topic of conversation in the future, they all made them proud. For the quota of this meeting, each of them had made a lot of effort.

A middle-aged doctor with a square face, wearing a white coat, came in. As he appeared, the voices in the department became lower.

"It's President Ma, president of the medical community of Ning Province!"

The appearance of President Ma caused most of the people to focus on him. At the same time, the entrepreneurs greeted President Ma.

The official project was handed over to the Medical Association to decide. Everyone knew very well who would be the decision-maker.

President Ma nodded at these people and sat on the seat of honor in the second circle.

Once he arrived, it was time for this gathering to begin.

"President Ma, shall we begin?" a doctor asked.

"No hurry." President Ma shook his head. "Master Lewis Yan hasn't arrived yet."

When they heard the name Lewis Yan, the doctors present subconsciously showed an expression of admiration. This was definitely a person who could make people feel awe.

"Will Master Yan really come?" a doctor asked in disbelief.

With Master Yan's status in the Chinese medical field, he would be invited to participate in almost every medical exchange meeting in every place. But he never showed up. Most of these meetings were held with his name that he was likely to be present.

But there were still many people taking part in the meeting countless times for this extremely small possibility.

In this provincial medical meeting of Ning Province, everyone only regarded the name of Master Yan as a gimmick. But according to what President Ma said just now, would Master Yan really attend this time?

After guessing that Master Yan would really come, these doctors, who were sitting casually, adjusted their sitting postures slightly. They sat straight, just like primary school students waiting for the teacher to walk into the classroom.

The appointed opening time of the meeting was two o'clock. Now it was already five past two. But none of them had an impatient look. Instead, they were nervous and expectant.

"Creak."

The door of the Chinese Medicine clinic made a soft noise, which made all the doctors present look at the direction of the door expectantly.

Three completely different footsteps sounded. An old man in a black Chinese tunic suit walked over with the company of a man and a woman.

This old man was the current master of Chinese medicine, Master Lewis Yan.

"It's really Master Yan!"

"Master Yan is here!"

The doctors were full of excitement. The disciples standing beside them couldn't hide their excitement.

After he appeared, he immediately scanned around every new doctor's face. As a result, he was very disappointed that the young man that day was not here at all.

As for the place where the entrepreneurs sat, he directly ignored it.

"Master Yan, we are really honored to have you here!" President Ma quickly stood up and strode to greet Master Yan.

All the other doctors also stood up.

Master Yan nodded. "President Ma, you're welcome. And everyone, please sit down. Today, we are discussing academic affairs. There are not so many polite things."

"Yes, yes." President Ma nodded repeatedly and invited Master Yan to the main seat, while he sat down on the side.

Henry sat at the outermost edge of the crowd. Looking at the arrival of Master Yan, he felt a chill in his heart.

Henry had seen Master Yan's medical level. He was very accurate at acupuncture, and his understanding of acupuncture points was also accurate. In general, he was an old Chinese medicine doctor with very solid basic skills, but his brain was too pedantic and not flexible. The method he used to put needles was completely the textbook level. There was no mistake, but he had a lack of spirituality. When encountering some difficult and complicated diseases, it would be very difficult for him to deal with.

Now that such a person had become a so-called master, it seemed that the Chinese medicine level had begun to decline.

When Henry was studying medicine, he promised that he would carry traditional Chinese medicine forward and carry on a reform in this field, innovating on the basis of not forgetting the root.

When Master Yan arrived, the meeting officially began. First of all, it was the physicians who took out some difficult diseases and put forward their own opinions. And then they discussed it together. This kind of discussion was very helpful for their own improvement.

The entrepreneurs couldn't understand what these doctors were talking about, but they all took it down carefully.

"Henry, you have to write down what they said. These things may be useful when we bid later." Sylvia reminded Henry, who was sitting next to her and looked a little vacant.

"Don't worry, these things are useless. They were just some minor symptoms." Henry waved his hand and said indifferently.

For Henry, the difficult and complicated diseases proposed by these doctors were just some small problems, and the medical treatment methods discussed by them were not innovative at all.

Henry had always maintained an objective attitude towards what was on the subject.

Reality was not a textbook. What we learned from the textbook could be used, but we should be flexible. It was just to let everyone draw inferences.

Sylvia shook her head regretfully. It seemed that this person's mind was not in it. She looked at him a few times and said nothing more.