Chapter 892 How Is It Possible

If you can't count on others, then count on yourself...

Sure enough, in the afternoon, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine who participated in the war on Huaxia's side were cut off by Pu Changming's master and apprentice. But in the afternoon game, Park Mingdai didn't play much anymore. Obviously, with his medical skills, he could no longer compete with the Chinese elite. This made Pu Mingdai a little disappointed, but when he saw Pu Changming sweeping across the side, he still raised his head proudly, like a proud big rooster.

After one day, Huaxia's side was gloomy and mournful.

On the contrary, South Korea is full of applause.

Even TV stations in some countries have begun to cheer for South Korea.

The state can't intervene in this kind of medical competition organized by non-governmental organizations. It can only stare blankly, but there is nothing to do. In this way, people all over the world seem to have seen the fall of Chinese medicine, and looked at the ancient civilization of China with a special perspective, with regrets, sighs, sympathy, regrets, and of course gloating.

This day is called a black day by people who study Chinese medicine in China. A black day with no hope in sight!

But there are always exceptions to everything. When everyone else is crying, some people are laughing.

"Song Yuhe! That's enough! You've been laughing since you came here. What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yu almost smashed the teacup in Song Yuhe's face angrily.

Song Yuhe looked at the news of the defeat of Chinese medicine broadcasted on the news broadcast in front of him, and continued to laugh: "Of course he is a ridiculous person."

"What do you mean? You think we are ridiculous?" Jiang Yu's eyes were about to burst into flames.

Song Yuhe said flatly: "Jiang Yu, after three days, you go to a place with me, and you will understand."

"Song Yuhe, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" Jiang Yu asked puzzled.

Song Yuhe smiled but did not answer.

Jiang Yu frowned and said, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, three days? After three days, all the Chinese medicine practitioners in Huaxia who can do it will be sealed off. By then, Chinese medicine will also completely wither away." Speaking of this, Jiang Yu let out a long sigh, his brows were filled with sorrow.

Song Yuhe smiled and said: "Don't worry, Chinese medicine will not fail, and even Chinese medicine will take off."

Jiang Yu looked at Song Yuhe suspiciously, and said to himself: Is this guy crazy?

Song Yuhe shook his head, didn't say anything, but got up and said: "I will visit those defeated guys in the past few days. After three days, I will take you to a place. After you go, you will naturally understand what I mean. As for now? , I'm going to drink some wine and take a good rest. By the way, you'd better not count on those old guys, they don't have the aggressive gene in their bones."

Jiang Yu was stunned, and then smiled wryly. Of course she knew who the old guy Song Yuhe was talking about was a group of old Chinese doctors in their 80s, 90s or even over a hundred years old. Floating around like idle clouds and wild cranes. Growing flowers and weeds, curing diseases and saving lives is their job. These people do not pursue fame and wealth, and have their own set of inheritance methods, as if they are wandering outside the world.

In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe and Wang Yukun, another three masters of traditional Chinese medicine, are all apprentices of the same master. But they can't find their own master...

Shaking her head, although Jiang Yu really wanted to say that Song Yuhe was crazy, she still had some hope in her heart. No matter how great this hope is, at least it is still a hope, better than despair.

In the following time, Song Yuhe went to visit those doctors who lost to Park Changming and Park Mingdai one by one. Sure enough, as soon as Song Yuhe said it, these people were a little curious. Coupled with Song Yuhe's own reputation, these people decided to follow Song Yuhe to see what that hope was!

The next three days will be a disaster day for Huaxia TCM. Batch after batch of Chinese medicine practitioners went up to kill them, but they all returned in disastrous defeat.

The Huaxia audience, who were originally enthusiastic and shouting for cheers, began to fall silent. Some people were crying, some were drinking, some were scolding their mothers. For a moment, the streets and alleys were filled with an inexplicable depression! This is a hundred times stronger than the depressive atmosphere when the World Cup was defeated! It's as if everyone has a knife hanging on their head, as if the knife will fall at any time, and then... the nation will lose a part.

On this day, the business of the hotel was particularly good, but no matter how crowded the hotel was, not many people spoke.

Even in the crazy bar, it seemed a bit dull, many people were talking and laughing there, just drinking!

If someone looks carefully, at this moment, whether it is an official or an ordinary person; whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine; whether it is a white-collar or blue-collar; Do you run a bar, or work as a thug...

On this day, there is a kind of light shining in everyone's eyes, the light of anger, a kind of light that the volcano in the depressed heart is about to erupt! A kind of light with despair in grief and indignation, and endless sadness in despair!

Some people are crying, some people are silent.

But there is something that seems to be rising quietly...

On the same day, many people in South Korea were cheering. They poured into the streets, shouting Park Changming's name, as if he was a great hero. However, there are also a group of people who scold them, saying that they are the victory of thieves and the loss of morality in the world. South Korea is also in a mess...

However, Park Changming ignored these and looked at the mountains in the distance with extremely distant eyes. Park Mingdai beside him still looked confused, he didn't understand, and all those who came to challenge had already lost. They have won the final victory, why is Park Changming still not happy?

"Master..." Pu Mingdai asked.

Park Changming shook his head and interrupted him: "You are here to look at the mountains."

After speaking, Park Changming left again.

Pu Mingdai looked blank, and looked at the mountain again?

Three days passed, and three days later, Park Changming took Park Mingdai to the airport in the car sent by the South Korean embassy amidst countless angry eyes. No way, the car they can find, as long as they see that it is Korean, they will immediately refuse to take it, and no one will intercede. Even after the game, once the government personnel evacuated, they had to rely on the embassy to send them food. Because they can't buy vegetables at all, and they can't buy food for how much money they spend! They even wondered if they would starve to death here if they stayed for a few more days. So Park Changming and the others ran to the airport in embarrassment, preparing to return home.

I don't know if he was running too fast, but Pu Mingdai suddenly let out an oops, squatted on the ground with his hands on his stomach, and couldn't move.

Pu Changming frowned, he knew it very well after studying medicine for so many years. It can be said that a Chinese medicine doctor knows his own body well, and he will never leave hidden diseases on his body. What Chinese medicine is best at is not treating the disease that has already occurred, but treating the disease before it occurs, and always maintaining the body at a healthy level. Therefore, Park Mingdai's reaction is obviously problematic. Thinking of Pu Mingdai wearing a mask every day, Pu Changming finally took a little look at Pu Mingdai in his troubled thoughts, grabbed the other's wrist, touched it, and was dumbfounded, exclaimed: "How is this possible? !"