Chapter 1413 Lu Xiuran

Pi Yangyang asked curiously: "How does the National Medical Hall test?"

Sun Defang said: "They will look for patients with difficult and complicated diseases among the people and ask the participants to diagnose and treat them. Then the three doctors in the Chinese Medicine Hall will judge their medical skills based on the accuracy of their diagnosis, the prescriptions they prescribe, or the acupuncture techniques they perform."

Pi Yangyang said "Oh", and then remembered the medical skills competition he participated in in the provincial capital of Chunan.

This pattern seems to be similar.

"The three great doctors of the National Medical Hall represent the highest achievements of Chinese medicine. They must go to Country J to attend the exchange meeting. However, they also know that there are also masters among the people. After all, the reputation of the three major Chinese medicine families is there, and the great doctors also hope that there will be outstanding people to participate in this exchange meeting to ensure that the Chinese medicine community will not be trampled on by Country J and South Korea."

Sun Defang patiently explained the situation again.

Pi Yangyang smiled calmly. He knew what Sun Defang meant by saying this. He just wanted him, Pi Yangyang, to attend the exchange meeting.

Sun Defang is also considered a celebrity in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and the Sun family is actually considered a family of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, Sun Defang has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and has not devoted himself to managing the reputation and prestige of the Sun family.

Therefore, many people think that the Sun family is just an ordinary family in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

But Pi Yangyang knew clearly that Sun Defang was actually arrogant, especially when it came to the traditional Chinese medicine community in Japan and South Korea, he was very dissatisfied.

He was even worried that the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine community would return home empty-handed at this exchange meeting. If so, he, who is also a member of the traditional Chinese medicine community, would also lose face.

So he wanted Pi Yangyang to become a representative and go to Country J.

"An ant is always an ant. Even if it occasionally bites an elephant, it will eventually be crushed to death."

Pi Yangyang smiled disdainfully and said arrogantly.

Many years ago, Master Tianyang once said that Pi Yangyang's medical skills had reached the pinnacle.

Apart from Master Tianyang himself, no one in the world can challenge him in medical skills.

At that time, Pi Yangyang was still very unconvinced and secretly made up his mind to surpass his teacher.

As a result, Master Tianyang suddenly fell seriously ill and no medicine could cure him.

He tried everything he could to keep Tianyang alive but failed, and had to watch him pass away in front of him.

He was very upset at the time, thinking that he had not learned his skills well enough and could not even save his master's life.

But when Master Tianyang was being buried, Uncle Fu suddenly said, "In fact, your master has long said that your medical skills are better than his. However, no matter who you are, birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of nature. No matter how good your medical skills are, there are always diseases that cannot be cured."

He was stunned at that time.

If this is true, then wouldn't he be the best doctor?

It was not until he met Xie Ping later that he realized that what Uncle Fu said might be true.

"Let's go in and register first, and then wait for the test."

Sun Defang interrupted his thoughts and went into the Chinese Medical Clinic with him.

After entering the courtyard, there is a hall in front.

There was a table at the door, with two middle-aged men sitting there, registering the people coming in.

"May I ask what you two are doing here?"

Seeing Sun Defang and Pi Yangyang coming, one of the middle-aged men asked.

"My name is Sun Defang, and this person is Pi Yangyang. He is here to participate in the test and selection of the National Medical Hall."

Sun Defang replied quickly.

The middle-aged man looked at Pi Yangyang in surprise and said in astonishment: "Are you taking the test, or is he?"

"Mr. Pi is attending!" Sun Defang replied again.

"You're so young, and you're already taking the National Medical Hall test? Are you sure you're not kidding?"

The other middle-aged man's tone was much colder and he stared at Pi Yangyang with obvious disdain in his eyes.

"Don't underestimate him because he is young, but his medical skills are indeed amazing. Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to come to the National Medical Hall..."

Sun Defang remained very calm and answered slowly and unhurriedly.

"Is he crazy about becoming famous? How old is he? He actually wants to take part in the medical skills test of the National Medical Hall? Even if you are a master of traditional Chinese medicine, it is impossible for you to teach a miracle doctor so quickly, right?"

The middle-aged man was even more disdainful, thinking that Pi Yangyang was Sun Defang's disciple. Sun Defang loved his disciple dearly, and he must have wanted to use this test to make his disciple famous.

Sun Defang was slightly stunned at this time, and then said seriously: "You misunderstood, he is not my disciple. In terms of medical skills, I am not even qualified to be his disciple..."

"Hahaha……"

The middle-aged man just laughed, as if he had heard a huge joke.

Even the middle-aged man next to him, whose tone was relatively normal, couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

"I have been studying with my teacher for almost 30 years, and I still can't pass the test. How can he... pass the test? Do you think the Chinese Medical Hall is a kindergarten?"

The middle-aged man laughed until tears came out, and then said with a strange look on his face.

Pi Yangyang curled his lips and said disdainfully: "That's because you are a waste."

The middle-aged man took a breath and started coughing violently.

"What did you say?"

Then he stood up and stared at Pi Yangyang angrily, as if he was ready to fight.

Pi Yangyang looked at him fearlessly and said slowly, "I said you are a waste!"

"You..." The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned blue with anger, and he said fiercely, "Where did this ignorant boy come from? How dare you act wildly in the National Medical Hall?"

Then he turned around and shouted, "Security!"

As the words were spoken, two security guards rushed over and stared at Pi Yangyang.

"Kick them out!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Pi Yangyang and shouted angrily.

Sun Defang suddenly became anxious and said quickly: "Wait a minute... We are here to take the test, why don't you let us in?"

"Why? Just because you guys overestimated your own abilities and because he spoke rudely!"

The middle-aged man said arrogantly.

Pi Yangyang smiled calmly, "Why don't you say anything? Are you looking down on others with your dog eyes?"

The middle-aged man choked and almost choked, and the veins on his forehead popped.

Just as he was about to curse, a slightly old but somewhat majestic voice came over: "Holy Land of the Chinese Medical Clinic, what are you making such a fuss about?"

Pi Yangyang looked in the direction of the voice and saw an octogenarian with a ruddy face and steady steps walking towards him.

The old man had a silver beard that reached down to his chest, and he looked like an immortal. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he exuded a sense of majesty without even getting angry.

Seeing the old man, the middle-aged man who was originally arrogant immediately lowered his head and lowered his posture instantly.

"Uncle!"

Then he shouted respectfully.

When Sun Defang saw the old man, he also frowned and stepped forward and shouted, "Director Lu."

This old man is the director of the National Medical Clinic and the president of the Chinese Traditional Medical Association, Lu Xiu Ran.

The middle-aged man who had an argument with Pi Yangyang was Mao Deyong's disciple, Zhen Nanzhi.

Lu Xiuran looked at Sun Defang, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in a casual tone: "Mr. Sun, it's rare for you to visit the Chinese Medicine Clinic, why are you arguing?"

Sun Defang looked at Zhen Nanzhi and said helplessly: "This person may have some misunderstandings about us, so... we debated for a few sentences."

Pi Yangyang said bluntly: "If all the disciples in the National Medical Clinic are like this, I don't think it will be any better."

Lu Xiuran's gaze fixed on Pi Yangyang.

"Why do you say that, little brother?" But his tone was still casual.

Pi Yangyang said: "I heard that there was a test at the Chinese Medical Hall today to select people to go to Country J to participate in the medical exchange meeting, so I came here specially to participate. But this person stopped us for no reason, ridiculed me, and threatened to let the security guards kick us out.

"I would like to ask Director Lu, are all the disciples of the National Medical Hall so arrogant and domineering?"

When Pi Yangyang said this, Zhen Nanzhi's face became very ugly, his mouth opened and closed, but he did not dare to make a sound.

It is true that he is Mao Deyong's disciple, but he is more afraid of Lu Xiuran.

Lu Xiuran's eyes turned cold as he looked at Zhen Nanzhi, his voice suddenly became much colder, "Zhen Nanzhi, is what he said true?"

Zhen Nanzhi felt like he had swallowed a dead mouse and was feeling uncomfortable.

Hearing this, he immediately said, "He is so young, and he wants to take part in this test. I think he wants to be famous, or he wants to make trouble, so..."

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish, Lu Xiuran interrupted him with a shout, and then said in a cold voice: "Didn't your master teach you not to judge people by appearance? Who told you that young people can't take the test? You haven't even seen him use his medical skills, how do you know he just wants to be famous and is here to cause trouble?"

Zhen Nanzhi immediately shut up, not daring to say another word, his face turning purple from holding back his breath.

Pi Yangyang was originally worried that the National Medical Clinic was a bunch of old men who were conservative and old-fashioned, but he didn't expect that the director Lu Xiu Ran would have such awareness, which made him change his mind.

"Mr. Sun, please register and go in. The meeting will start soon, and I have to go get ready."

Then, Lu Xiuran said something and turned and left.