On the day of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference.
Chen Fan, along with Wang Zhipeng and Zhang Sheng, arrived at the small square in front of the headquarters of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
At this moment, nearly eighty percent of Longhai City's young physicians had gathered here, creating quite a lively atmosphere,
and the staff had already set up the lectern and prepared tables and chairs for the use of the leaders.
Many cast disdainful glances toward Wang Zhipeng and his group.
His offense against Xu Kun was known to half of the Traditional Chinese Medicine community in Longhai City.
Wang Zhipeng gave a wry smile, "Coming here just subjects us to ridicule; we might as well have stayed at the medical hall."
Chen Fan looked at him, "The Acupuncture Master is looking for a young physician to pass on the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle. What if it's you? Missing out would be a shame."
