Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"The master's criticism is reasonable, and we must take it as a lesson!"

Next to her, Li Jinzhu's pretty face turned slightly red, showing a look of shame.

"Who says it's not the case? This little girl is from South Korea and she understands this. It would be great if all South Korean people were so sensible!"

A hint of pride and pride appeared in the corner of the old man's eyes and eyebrows:

"People in the field of traditional Chinese medicine from the southern school of China elected me as the spokesperson of the southern school. I want to compete with Korean doctors in terms of medical skills. I talked to the staff of the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection Group..."

He sighed deeply: "There is still a long way to go!"

"Okay, get them!"

Jiang Tian immediately scolded Fang Qiu and echoed: "These little bastards, if our Chinese medicine practitioners are not good at it, how can they get away with it!"

"This is one of them. In addition, we also found that generic drugs of Yaowang Group have appeared in South Korea!"

Ye Ziwei looked sulky and frowned: "Qingdu Pill, Xiaohuan Pill... seven of our core drugs, including Shenglong Yijing Pill, which is only sold to the military!"

"What? This South Korean piracy dog ​​is too rampant!" Jiang Tian was stunned and couldn't believe it.

The main ingredients are all listed on the drug packaging, but the drug ratio and manufacturing process are not stated.

If South Korean pharmaceutical manufacturers are patient and have strong experimental capabilities, they can be as close to Jiang Tian's formula as possible.

Of course, without the core component of the "reactor" and without the operation and modulation of the magic weapon, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced, but with increased dosage, the efficacy is far superior to ordinary drugs.

Next to him, Li Jinzhu was blushing with embarrassment, speechless, and wished he could put his head in his crotch.

"These are South Korean generic drugs...made by a company called Daewoo Pharmaceutical..."

Ye Ziwei took a few samples from the accompanying staff and handed them to Jiang Tiandao.

"Nima——, plagiarism dog!"

Jiang Tian glanced at it and knew that it was indeed a generic drug. The drug ratio was almost exactly the same, but the craftsmanship was slightly different.

"Who is this old man? He looks like a cunning old man?"

Jiang Tian asked, pointing to the photo on the packaging box of an old man with a slicked back hair, gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat.

"Park Sung-tae!"

Ye Ziwei said: "Chairman of the South Korean Oriental Medicine Association, dean of Kyung Hee University College of Oriental Medicine, the first person in Korean medicine in South Korea, and chairman of Daewoo Pharmaceutical! He is also the person in charge of this Korean medicine application."

"Master, I know this person!"

Li Jinzhu said quickly: "I can help you inform him and ask him to stop the violation, publicly apologize, and even pay compensation!"

"I know you're in South Korea right now and you keep your word!"

Jiang Tian waved his hand and said calmly: "But this is a dispute between Chinese medicine and Korean medicine. It involves national justice. We cannot rely on external forces. We must win against them fairly and justly!"

"Yes! Master!" Li Jinzhu nodded hurriedly.

"If it's not necessary, don't come out and yell, I'll take care of them myself!" Jiang Tian said with a sneer.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at Xingyue Hotel, and Jiang Tian asked Li Jinzhu to leave first.

After he accompanied his family to settle down, the group immediately walked into a large conference room on the fourth floor for a meeting.

It turned out that this time it was not only the Jiang family and his entourage, but also many famous Chinese doctors in China.

It can be said that the application of South Korean medicine as a UNESCO World Heritage Site has exploded the Chinese traditional medicine circle.

Any one of these people will be an expert in their respective fields. They are famous far and wide. They are powerful players in famous towns. They can be guests of high-ranking officials and rich people, and they will be polite to all celebrities.

"Mr. Jiang, it's been a hard journey!"

"Ms. Zhang, you are here!"

When Jiang Tian and his party walked in, many Chinese medicine practitioners stood up and greeted Jiang Changgeng and the others warmly.

Jiang Changgeng is the representative of Southern Medicine this time.

In fact, a few years ago, although Jiang Changgeng was quite famous, he did not become a representative of southern medicine.

However, since the release of Yaowang Group's new drug, the Jiang family's status has immediately risen, and Jiang Changgeng has been regarded as the leader of southern medicine and is highly respected.

As for Jiang Tian, ​​he doesn’t show mountains or dew water.

Only the insiders of the Jiang family knew about his amazing medical skills, not outsiders.

Just think of him as the young master of the Jiang family, accompanying him to play.

He didn't take anyone's scorn to heart, so he sat in the corner behind his grandfather and played with his cell phone, reading some information about the Park Sung-tai family from Li Jinzhu.

This time, in addition to the giant Jiang Changgeng, there is also a director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Promotion Department of the Ministry of Health, who is also the president of the Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine, named Mo Zhengrong, who is the leader of this traditional Chinese medicine exchange visiting team.

Mo Zhengrong was in his forties, wearing a black suit, black trousers and a white shirt, standard for officials, and his hair was meticulously styled.

When it comes to the development of traditional Chinese medicine, he is full of witty words, every word is precise and insightful, and he seems to be a scholar-type official.

When Jiang Changgeng arrived, the atmosphere of the meeting reached a climax and morale was greatly boosted.

Everyone was gearing up for a while, saying that Mr. Jiang was in charge, and this time the Korean doctors would be disgraced.

However, after Jiang Changgeng arrived, Mo Zhengrong did not hold a meeting immediately and chatted with everyone, as if he was waiting for some big shot to arrive.

"Mr. Zhang is here!"

"Zhang Yanghao, the leader of the Northern Sect, the master of the Royal Hospital, I heard he is also the outer elder of the Shennong Sect!"

At this time, several people walked into the door, and everyone stood up together. The whole place was filled with the sound of chairs being lifted, and everyone screamed in surprise.

On the northern side, the veteran imperial physician Zhang Yanghao was accompanied by his disciple Chen Jishi.

"You guys have had a hard time traveling!"

I saw Zhang Yanghao wearing a moon-white robe. He was energetic, with a red face, fair hair and a childish face. He looked like a fairy and clasped his fists at everyone.

"It's not hard, it's not hard!"

"It's worth dying to meet Mr. Zhang!"

Everyone's eyes were filled with reverence, as if they had met a god. Even Mo Zhengrong did not dare to neglect him, and some even shed tears of excitement.

Zhang Yanghao's status is too special. He is an expert enjoying special allowances from the Government Affairs Council, a Yangtze River scholar, the academic general consultant of the Chinese Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine, a professor at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Yenching University, and the director of the Imperial Medical Hall. Needless to say, he is also an outer elder of the Shennong sect. .

The Shennong Sect, what kind of existence is that?

That is no longer an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor, but a miracle doctor, a living god!

They heard that they could make elixirs to make medicines, control needles with Qi, and have unpredictable abilities to bring ghosts and gods back to life.

They, even Jiang Changgeng, are only powerful in the secular world. Can they compare with such a transcendent existence?

Some people looked at Jiang Changgeng with complicated and dark eyes, and sighed a little worriedly:

"Chen Junbin, the former deputy director of Yanjing Tianwei Pharmaceutical and Imperial Medical Hall, is Zhang Yanghao's younger brother. Chen Junbin was said to have been mad to death by Yaowang Group's press conference. Now that Zhang Yanghao meets Jiang Changgeng, he won't start a fight, right?"

Some people were a bit gloating about his misfortune: "Haha, I don't know where Jiang Changgeng got those prescriptions and gained some false fame, but in terms of medical skills and academic standards, he can't compare with Zhang Yanghao at all. I'm afraid Zhang Yanghao will show him face this time. Make it impossible for him to get off stage!"

Although Mo Zhengrong was a technocrat, he was still a bureaucrat. He immediately got vaccinated and said with a smile:

"Whether it is a southern school or a northern school, we all belong to Chinese traditional Chinese medicine and are still one family. I believe that this time, under the leadership of Mr. Zhang and Mr. Jiang, our Chinese medicine exchange and visiting delegation will be able to become an instant success and will The Korean doctors beat us to a pulp and show off our country’s prestige!”

Someone kindly coaxed: "Come on, Divine Doctor Zhang and Divine Doctor Jiang. The two old men are one in the south and the other in the north. It turned out that they were thousands of miles apart. The king could not see the king. Now they have finally met in victory. Come on, come on, shake hands!"

"Mr. Zhang, I have admired your name for a long time, and I finally meet you today. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Jiang Changgeng, who has always been modest, courteous and kind to others, quickly stood up with a happy face and wanted to shake hands with Zhang Yanghao, very politely.

Zhang Yanghao's face was arrogant, as if he didn't see it, he ignored it, sat directly in the middle, and said coldly:

"Everyone, please stop using these boring politenesses. This is not an ordinary academic exchange or a dinner treat, but a life-and-death struggle! Korean doctors are not that easy to deal with. Let's have a meeting!"

Jiang Changgeng's hands stretched stiffly in the air, his old face turned red and he was extremely embarrassed.

He knew that Zhang Yanghao hated him for defeating Tianwei Pharmaceutical and being angry with Chen Junbin to death, but could he be blamed for this?

If Chen Junbin, Jinling Herbal Group and other forces hadn't colluded to throw dirty water on the Jiang family and set off a battle for equity, how could such an unreasonable disaster have happened?

"Hmph, Jiang Changgeng, you are the leader of the southern medical school. With your meager skills, are you qualified to be on an equal footing with my master? You are like a clown!"

Zhang Yanghao just ignored it, while a young man in his twenties beside him retorted with disdain:

"Your Jiang family's medical skills are like rubbish. You just got a few prescriptions from nowhere. You are just trying to fool the world and steal your reputation!"

He is the grandson of Zhang Yanghao, Zhang Xuanhu, a member of the Red Wall Imperial Medical Hall. He has the true biography of Zhang Yanghao and his medical skills are amazing. He is known as the "Little Miracle Doctor" in Yanjing and has a high reputation.

I don’t know how many wealthy people have crossed the threshold and only asked him to take a pulse and prescribe a prescription.

There was dead silence.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xuanhu in astonishment, dumbfounded.

Even Mo Zhengrong was in trouble.

Everyone understands that they secretly look down on each other. But I didn't expect that he had such a crazy personality and would not give Jiang Changgen any face.

Some looked at the Jiang family with mocking faces, as if they were watching a joke, gloating about their misfortune.

The Jiang family has risen too fast, and the cake in the traditional Chinese medicine market is only so big. The Jiang family has a full stomach, and other traditional Chinese medicine companies and other traditional Chinese medicine families have a more or less difficult life.

Besides, people are somewhat shady and jealous, so the so-called dead Taoist friend is not dead to the poor Taoist!

Zhang Yanghao, on the other hand, seemed not to have heard anything and just sat there calmly. The old man took a sip of tea on the ground and did not stop him at all.

"Zhang Yanghao, what is your attitude? Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Jiang immediately!"

When everyone was embarrassed and speechless, a cold and pitiful voice suddenly sounded throughout the audience.

Everyone saw a girl next to Jiang Tian stand up.