Hearing Qin Lang's answer, even Wang Zhixiu was dumbfounded, although she hoped to advocate the achievements of quality education in the seventh middle school through this matter, but she thought that it was better to lay the groundwork first, and then lead the topic to quality education, how could there be such a thing, and the first sentence of the opening of the mouth threw out the quality education.
However, Qin Lang's "enlightenment" still made Wang Zhixiu very happy, I heard Sun Bo say that Qin Lang was a little unruly as a student, and she was also worried that Qin Lang would "talk nonsense", but now it seems that it is unnecessary to worry, students are students, and when they are in front of the camera, they naturally know what to say and what not to say.
It's good to save Wang Zhixiu from spending money on public relations at that time, and he has to find someone to edit out some content that is not suitable for publicity.
"May I ask Mr.
Qin, are you really Master Lin Wuchang's uncle?"
another reporter asked.
"Comrade reporter, why do you ask that," Qin Lang asked rhetorically.
"Because Master Lin Wuchang is already seventy years old, and you are less than twenty years old, how can you be his uncle," the male reporter continued.
"This is a matter of seniority, what does it have to do with age, I am Master Lin Wuchang's junior brother, of course it is his uncle.
It's like, you're almost forty years old now, but one day your father tells you that he has a teenage brother, and when you see your father's brother, shouldn't you call him uncle?
There was a burst of laughter in the room.
"Some people suspect that this is a hype method by Lin Wuchang himself, and some people say that this is a hype method jointly carried out by Mr.
Qin and Lin Wuchang, the purpose of which is to attract news attention, what do you think, Mr.
Qin?"
"If you think that we are here to attract news attention, as a journalist, you should not come here to interview me, so that it highlights your style, isn't it good?"
Qin Lang said with a smile, "In addition, regarding the hype, I don't think that either Lin Wuchang or me actually need hype. ” "Mr.
Qin, Mr.
Lin Wuchang is indeed very famous, but as far as I know, you should not be famous."
The reporter with glasses before said a little sharply, "So, it can't be ruled out that you gave Master Lin benefits, and then hyped it through him." ” Qin Langxin said that the old poison to Lin Wuchang may not be a benefit, but a great harm.
However, Qin Lang said: "This reporter, the reason why you have such doubts is because of your ignorance of Chinese medicine.
I am Lin Wuchang's uncle, this is an indisputable fact, and I have obtained the true inheritance of my master, so becoming famous is an inevitable thing, and it is the same whether you fry it or not.
Because as a Chinese medicine practitioner, the key lies in both medical ethics and morality.
If you have medical skills and virtue, you will inevitably become a famous doctor of a generation."
At this time, Wang Zhixiu gave Qin Lang a look, because she recognized this male reporter with black frames, this guy is an editor of Pingchuan Weekly, called "Zhou Jiang", this guy is best at creating negative news, and then using negative news to get other people's "public relations fees".
In short, if you don't give money, you will get bad news, and if you give money, you will get good news, in short, this guy and this Pingchuan Weekly, that is notoriously immoral bottom line.
"Mr.
Qin, as far as I know, all Chinese medicine practitioners who become famous are seventy or eighty.
You are so young, you really don't look like a Chinese medicine practitioner with both medical ethics and virtues.
Zhou Jiang's tone was slightly mocking.
"This reporter, you should give other journalist friends a little time to ask questions."
Wang Zhixiu spoke out to relieve Qin Lang.
"I'm sorry Principal Wang, but I haven't gotten the answer to my question yet.
You should know that I'm obsessed with journalism.
Zhou Jiang touched the frame with his fingers, and then continued to stare at Qin Lang, "Mr.
Qin, please explain it to us, let's see where your so-called medical virtue and double xin are embodied." ” "This reporter, come here" Qin Lang beckoned to Zhou Jiang.
"Why, you still want to hit someone" Zhou Jiang snorted and walked over to Qin Lang, looking like a fighter in the press industry.
"Why am I beating you, I just want to treat you."
Qin Lang smiled faintly, "Stretch out your hand, and I'll take your pulse." ” "You're so funny, I'm sick, I'm healthy," Zhou Jiang said.
"Whether you are healthy or not, I will know if you have a pulse."
Qin Lang smiled slightly, "Why, don't you dare" "Hey, Zhou Jiang, you can let Doctor Qin take your pulse."
"That's it, let's also see if Dr.
Xiao Qin is really so good."
"Hurry up and let people take the pulse, don't waste everyone's time""" These reporters urged Zhou Jiang to let Qin Lang diagnose his pulse.
Wang Zhixiu was suddenly a little worried about Qin Lang.
As a principal, Wang Zhixiu often interacts with these journalists and knows that these reporters are very good at digging for negative news, because negative news can often bring them higher "extra income".
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But at this moment, Wang Zhixiu couldn't stop it, and Zhou Jiang had already sneered and handed his wrist to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang pressed on Zhou Jiang's wrist, but after more than ten seconds, he suddenly stood up, looked at Zhou Jiang in horror, and said with some anger in his mouth: "Bad luck is really bad luck" Without much explanation, Qin Lang walked to the bathroom in the conference room and carefully washed his hands with hand sanitizer.
These reporters were very puzzled by Qin Lang's behavior, but they were also embarrassed to rush to the bathroom to shoot, so they had to wait for Qin Lang to come out before asking Qin Lang what he saw wrong with Zhou Jiang just now.
"It's hard to say, it's inconvenient to say."
Facing the questions of these reporters, Qin Lang shook his head vigorously, "As a doctor, I think the privacy of patients should be protected. ” "You don't have to protect any privacy, you just say it" Zhou Jiang seemed to be intent on embarrassing Qin Lang, "I want to see what kind of illness you made up for me" "This really has to be said in public," Qin Lang looked a little embarrassed.
But Zhou Jiang and other reporters thought that Qin Lang was making excuses and deliberately delaying, but in fact, Qin Lang had not diagnosed any symptoms at all, so they all urged Qin Lang to quickly say the diagnosis.
"This reporter, you are sure, you really want to say" Qin Lang asked Zhou Jiang again.
"Say, I'll let you say it," Zhou Jiang shouted.
"Then I really said it" Qin Lang paused, and then said loudly, "Comrade reporter, I diagnosed you with Hualiu disease":