Chapter 75: The Spirit of Huaxia!

  A stone causes a thousand ripples!

  Upon hearing Wang Yangxin's words, all the media reporters' eyes followed the direction of his pointing finger and shifted to Qin Luo.

  Some even reacted and pressed the camera shutter towards Qin Luo.

  Hehe!

  The light was dazzling, and Qin Luo couldn't even open his eyes.

  It was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he involuntarily took a step back, like a startled rabbit, wanting to hide his figure behind the crowd.

  In the past, when he went to take pictures, he had to pay others. He never thought that one day someone would be willing to come and take his picture voluntarily.

  As a star, this is one of the most obvious differences from ordinary people.

  "Mr. Qin, may I ask if you are really the successor of Taiyi Needle?"

  "Mr. Qin Luo, did you just have a needlework competition with Wang Xiuren, the Needle King? Did you win?"

  "Mr. Qin, who is your master? Isn't the Taiyi divine needle a lost art for over a hundred years? How did you learn this incredible skill?"

  "Mr. Qin Luo, I am a reporter from Huaxia Medical News. Can you spare some time for an interview with us?"

  Innumerable problems came rushing in like a tidal wave, and he was submerged by just one of them.

  He could only see countless men and women's mouths opening and closing in front of him, but he couldn't hear a single word they said.

  Although he has a star face, he really didn't make good psychological preparations for becoming a star.

  Being exposed in public by Wang Yangxin left him somewhat caught off guard.

  "Qin Luo, please forgive our presumptuousness. Our ancient traditional Chinese medicine world needs someone to stand up for it now, and that person is you."

  Suddenly, someone spoke behind Qin Luo.

  Qin Luo heard that it was the voice of his master, Wang Xiushen. He didn't know what was going on, but this sentence was mixed in with countless other questions being thrown at him, and hadn't merged with those voices, instead standing out independently, clearly, one word at a time, entering Qin Luo's ears.

  Qin Luo turned his face and said with a bitter smile: "Master, it seems you also know about this matter."

  Wang Xiuren didn't deny it, and patted Qin Luo's shoulder heavily, saying: "Qin Luo, we're old. We have the heart to do something for traditional Chinese medicine, but our energy is insufficient. You have ability, talent, and are good at thinking about traditional Chinese medicine. You're the most outstanding young person I've ever seen. Apart from you, I really can't find anyone else suitable."

  Indeed, from the first time he met Qin Luo, Wang Xiu had such an idea.

  Push him out. Push Qin Luo out.

  If we can push a Chinese medicine doctor to the whole country and even the world, then as a representative of traditional Chinese medicine, it will naturally attract attention from all over the world.

  They had also tried to promote Chinese medicine as a whole package before, but they failed.

  Now, they want to try a different approach. First, push people, then let people push doctors. Perhaps, this way can achieve an unexpected effect.

  Three days after Qin Luo took away the signboard of Shen Zhen Wang, Wang Xiuren and his grandson Wang Yangxin had a long conversation.

  Wang Xiuxin carefully inquired about the process of Wang Yangxin and Qin Luobi's needle, and determined whether Qin Luo was using the truly lost Taizhen divine needle.

  In order to further test whether Qin Luo is the person they want to find, a request for a three-game showdown was made today.

  Diagnosis, medication, and acupuncture. If all three can be successfully passed, then Qin Luo is the person they are looking for.

  Fortunately, Qin Luo's performance was beyond their expectations and far exceeded what they had expected.

  They then gathered the reporters who had been stationed in advance at the entrance and publicly exposed Qin Luo's identity.

  From now on, Qin Luo, representing the traditional Chinese medicine culture, Qin Luo, who bears the heavy responsibility of saving traditional Chinese medicine, will be pushed to an unprecedented height by them.

  "So what do you think I should do now?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

  "Show yourself." Wang Xiu Sheng said with a loud voice.

  Show yourself? That means saying, let yourself work hard?

  That's great. This is exactly what I'm good at.

  Qin Luo took a step forward and stood alone in front of the reporters.

  The corners of his mouth slightly raised, a warm and kind smile on his face. His expression was calm, allowing the reporters to waste film on their own faces.

  When everyone calmed down a bit, Qin Luo waved his hand and said: "Everyone please calm down first. You ask me questions like this, I have no way to answer. Can you come one by one?"

  Wang Yangxin saw that Qin Luo had agreed to accept the interview, and smiled as he said: "Everyone from the media, our Taiyi divine needle successor has promised to accept your interviews. How about this? Everyone go to our conference room, ask questions one by one, and our divine doctor will answer them one by one. Is that okay?"

  Qin Luo pulled out his Nokia and said with a lot of style: "You have ten minutes."

  He knew that celebrities were always interviewed at a fixed time.

  If there were no time limit, sitting with them and chatting for nearly half an hour wouldn't make oneself seem too worthless?

  The more unattainable something is, the more precious it becomes. Qin Luo understood this principle from a very young age.

  Under the leadership of Wang Yangxin, Qin Luo, Wang Xiuren, Lao Zhuo, Guo Xusheng and a group of media reporters entered the conference room where Shen Zhenwang held employee meetings.

  Under the escort of several famous national medical saints in Beijing, including Wang Xiushen and Lao Zhuo, Qin Luo sat at the front position of the circular conference table. Reporters from various newspapers and magazines were also lined up on both sides of the conference table.

  "Thank you for your cooperation. Now everyone can ask questions freely." Wang Yangxin took on the role of host and said to the restless media reporters.

  "Mr. Qin, could you briefly introduce yourself? We and the public would like to know more about your background." A female reporter wearing glasses spoke first.

  "Qin Luo. Qin of Qin Huang Han Wu, Luo of the Luo River. I have been studying medicine since childhood and now I am just starting to make a name for myself." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  A person can pat a horse's butt, but the horse cannot pat its own butt. So if a person pats their own horse's butt, they will also have some psychological barriers. Moreover, in front of so many reporters, Qin Luo couldn't bear to say something too ridiculous.

  "Qin Luo, how old are you?" another female reporter asked. It seemed that the women were more interested in Qin Luo.

  Of course, maybe it's just that male journalists didn't get a chance to ask questions.

  A man's age is a secret.

  "You look very young. How did you learn Taiyi Shenniao?"

  "I've always thought that a person's ability has nothing to do with their age. Some people can speak fluently at the age of five, while others are still reciting nursery rhymes at fifty. As for me being able to learn Taiyi divine needle technique, I think it's because of my innate talent."

  "Isn't it said that the Taiyi needle technique has been lost for a hundred years? Where did you learn this ultimate skill from? Who is your master? Did you encounter some kind of opportunity in between?" A male reporter finally seized the chance to ask, blurting out all the questions he had in mind.

  "The Taiyi needle technique has not been lost for a hundred years, we have always had secret books circulating among the people. However, for hundreds of years, no one has been able to learn this needling method."

  "My master is a wandering Taoist priest, I don't know his name, nor do I know what his Dharma name is. But these are not important. What's important is that he saved my life, taught me medicine and the way of being a doctor. For his kindness, I have always been grateful in my heart. I dare not forget it even for a moment."

  Qin Luo turned his head and glanced at Wang Xiushen sitting beside him, saying to the reporter: "Similarly, Senior Wang Xiushen is also my teacher. He has taught me many things. These people who have worked hard to carry forward Chinese culture and promote traditional Chinese medicine are all worthy of my respect and admiration."

  When Qin Luo, the successor of Taiyi God Needle, also paid homage to Wang Xiu as his master, the reporters' attention suddenly shifted to Wang Xiu.

  "Teacher Wang, have you and Qin Luo ever competed in medical skills? Who is more powerful between the two of you?"

  Wang Xiuren looked at Qin Luo and smiled: "I lost. We played three rounds, I lost all three."

  "If so, why is he willing to acknowledge you as his master?"

  "This is where Qin Luo differs from ordinary people. He doesn't become arrogant in victory or depressed in defeat. His humility and respect are admirable, both as a person and as a doctor. Although I lost to him three times, he voluntarily respected me as his teacher because he learned something from me during the competition. Haha, this teacher of mine is quite unqualified. There's nothing that can be taught to him."

  "Mr. Wang, are you saying that Qin Luo's medical skills surpass yours?"

  "Far superior to me." Wang Xiu Sheng said without hesitation.

  "Mr. Wang, forgive me for being presumptuous. You're not intentionally belittling yourself to promote your own disciple, are you?" asked a thin-faced male reporter.

  "I can prove it." Old Zhuo, who was rarely serious, spoke up with a solemn face: "Qin Luo's medical skills far surpass mine."

  "I'm no better than him." Gu Bai Xian said with a dark face.

  "It's too much for me." Fire jar king Guo Xusheng also stood out to testify.

  "I can stake my own reputation on it. But can I also stake their reputations? The truth will be revealed later, and you'll see the answer then."

  Four famous doctors from Yanjing stood up together to testify for Qin Luo, and this weight was heavy enough.

  It is known that Wen is the first and Wu is the second. These people who are considered to be one of the best in their respective fields are willing to admit in front of the media that their medical skills are not as good as Qin Luo's, which shows that they truly admire Qin Luo's medical skills.

  Wang Yangxin lifted his wrist to look at his watch and said: "Alright. Everyone, our interview time is up. Today's interview ends here."

  "There's another question. The last one." The first female reporter who stood up to ask a question shouted anxiously.

  Wang Yangxin turned his head to look at Qin Luo, saw him nod slightly, and smiled: "Okay. One last question."

  "Mr. Qin, why are you wearing a long gown? You should know that in modern cities, your attire will be considered unusual." The female reporter got permission and quickly asked the question on her mind.

  Qin Luo thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Our Qin family has rules. All the direct male descendants of the Qin family must learn traditional Chinese medicine, wear long gowns, and marry Han Chinese wives."

  Lowering his head to glance at the cyan long robe on his body, a proud look appeared on his face. "Others may forget, but we will remember. Others may abandon, but we will pick up. Whether I am an outcast or not, whether others will mock me or not, I do not care."

  "I know. Some things can't be lost. For example, traditional Chinese medicine. For example, Chinese characters. For example, the Huaxia spirit and national vitality that has been passed down for thousands of years."

  "We are descendants of the dragon. We take pride in this. It was so in the past and should be so in the future."

  Clap Clap Clap-----

  The conference room erupted in thunderous applause.

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