Behind him followed a panting young man.

"Yu Qing, you have to practice hard. Why are you walking slower than an old man like me?"

Lu Qingfeng laughed and walked in.

"Master, how can you be an old man? Your physical strength is better than that of young people."

Following Lu Qingfeng, Yu Qing showed a wry smile on his face.

This sentence is really not a compliment.

Lu Qingfeng's face was rosy, his eyes were lively, and his whole body exuded a sense of vitality.

"You..."

Lu Qingfeng stroked his beard and asked as he walked: "Is there anyone who stands out among those who came to the conference this time?"

"There really is one."

As the person in charge of the medical conference, Yu Qing knows everyone who attends the conference.

He said softly: "The doctor who cured Miss Mu's family a while ago is also invited. The invitation letter was sent by Junior Brother Zhao Kuo..."

Lu Qingfeng became interested, "Is this person here?"

"It should be coming. As far as I know, the two of them have a bet."

Immediately, Yu Qing told Lu Qingfeng about the bet.

"This Zhao Kuo!"

Lu Qingfeng's tone was a little dissatisfied, "I had a bet with someone else, and they pestered me to discuss the patient's condition in advance. Back then..."

With a slight cough, Lu Qingfeng stopped talking, Yu Qingzhao came to him and whispered a few words.

The latter had a chuckle on his lips and nodded repeatedly.

The two of them were walking forward, and when they were about to reach the main hall, Lu Qingfeng suddenly stopped.

With a serious face, he said: "Yu Qing, you have been with me the longest, and your medical skills should have improved greatly. Let me ask you, is the illness Miss Mu really has?"

Hearing this, Yu Qing looked confused, "Master, what disease does she have?"

Lu Qingfeng smiled without saying a word and walked into the main hall.

"Lu Shengshou."

"Shengshou Lu is here."

Seeing Lu Qingfeng, the tension in the hall suddenly disappeared.

Everyone gathered there one after another, just to get closer to this master of Chinese medicine.

Li Mingcan also stood up immediately and stretched out his hand towards Lu Qingfeng as he walked.

"Mr. Lu, I haven't seen you for a year, but you are still so high-spirited."

The two held hands together, and Lu Qingfeng smiled, "Master Li, thank you for providing the venue. I will keep this friendship in my heart."

"What do you mean, Mr. Lu? It's my honor to be able to help you."

Li Mingcan had a smile on his face and was quite calm.

The two exchanged a few words, and Lu Qingfeng looked at the people in the audience.

Soon, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan.

Feeling Lu Qingfeng's gaze, Jiang Xiaochuan immediately looked back.

After taking a look, he nodded secretly. This Lu Qingfeng was indeed extraordinary.

He has strong qi and blood and strong muscles and bones. Although he is old, he is energetic and exudes a restrained aura.

Especially his hands, the palms are broad and thick, the palm prints are clear, the fingers are long and strong, and the fingertips are slightly curved.

Jiang Xiaochuan could even feel that his hands could see into the veins of life.

There is no doubt that this is a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

Xiaokui wanted to take him off the altar, but it was difficult!

His eyes stayed on Jiang Xiaochuan for a moment, and Lu Qingfeng nodded slightly.

He looked at everyone and smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you guys doing lately?"

"it is good."

"Mr. Lu, how are you doing lately?"

"..."

Big bosses from various fields in the medical field responded enthusiastically as if they were star-struck fans.

"Okay, okay, with you here, Chinese medicine will get better and better."

Lu Qingfeng said sincerely.

Throughout his life, he had worked hard for the development of traditional Chinese medicine. Lu Qingfeng was very pleased to see many new young faces in the crowd.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get straight to the point and put the communication meeting at the end for now."

"Old rule, only acupuncture is allowed!"

Acupuncture treatment requires the practitioner to have comprehensive medical knowledge.

Doctors need to understand the changing patterns of human physiology and pathology and be able to differentiate and treat patients based on their condition.

In Lu Qingfeng’s view, acupuncture, as a unique treatment method of traditional Chinese medicine, best reflects the medical skill of the doctor.

In the past, in order to respond to everyone's enthusiasm, Lu Qingfeng would first hold an exchange meeting to answer everyone's confusion.

But now, he can't wait to see how Jiang Xiaochuan's medical skills are.

Everyone has no objection to this arrangement.

Soon, ten patients were seated on the podium.

Some of these patients were sallow and thin, and some were mentally depressed. They looked like they had been suffering from illness for a long time.

But two of them stood out.

They are twins about ten years old.

Two little girls carved in pink and jade, like porcelain dolls, their hair was combed into two cute twin tails, and their eyes were clear and bright, like water-cut pupils.

The small nose is delicate and cute, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth reveal a hint of playfulness.

Like two little ladies, sitting on a small stool.

Unlike other patients, the twins had rosy complexions and long breathing, and did not look sick at all.

But seeing them, many people showed regret.

Being able to be arranged to sit on it by Lu Qingfeng meant that they must be seriously ill.

At the same time, they know very well that the more subtle the disease, the more difficult it is!

Different from the compassionate expressions of everyone, Zhao Kuo looked astonished when he saw them.

These twins were not patients he had ever been in contact with.

The most important thing is that he can't tell what disease they have.

But after a second thought, he regained his composure.

If he can't see it, can Jiang Xiaochuan see it?

Besides, he knew the symptoms of the other eight patients very well.

And got guidance from Lu Qingfeng.

He didn't believe that Jiang Xiaochuan could make a comeback in this situation.

"Go up."

Holding the silver needle box in his hand, Zhao Kuo glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan lightly.

Then he calmly took the stage.

Standing on the stage, his eyes showed a provocative light.

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