571: Chapter 571: I’m Just An Ordinary Person 571: Chapter 571: I’m Just An Ordinary Person The principal had a mix of love and frustration towards Tangyu, a feeling akin to hating that iron could not turn into steel.
It baffled him that such a good opportunity was rejected without even a moment of hesitation.
The district chief had even humbled himself to come to the school personally and had spoken in a pleading tone, only to be straightforwardly rejected.
Principal Tan’s face felt hot with embarrassment, knowing that if he didn’t handle this well, he wouldn’t be able to give a good account to Chief Han.
With no other option, Principal Tan turned to Mo Xiaoqing with a pleading look, but she shook her head, indicating she was helpless.
Mo Xiaoqing really didn’t know how to broach the topic, aware that once Tangyu made a decision, he would not alter it.
Perhaps if she begged him persistently, he might agree, but what would be the point of that?
Forcing someone against their will won’t yield sweetness, and after all, Mo Xiaoqing was just an ordinary teacher; she had no obligation to persuade Tangyu to agree to anything.
Thus, Mo Xiaoqing also rejected Principal Tan’s solicitous look with determination.
Principal Tan was so angry he wanted to curse, but he didn’t dare to provoke Tangyu, whom he regarded as a great Bodhisattva.
After all, Linshan Middle School still needed him to stay.
Even because of Tangyu, in the past few days, many parents had inquired about transferring their children to Linshan Middle School.
As long as Tangyu remained at Linshan Middle School, it was evident that the school’s student resources would be better than before.
The influential effects of this phenomenon were difficult to measure.
“If there’s nothing else, then I’ll take my leave,” Tangyu said as he stood up, not caring whether Principal Tan or Chief Han was pleased.
These concerns were of no importance to him.
After all, he never planned to stay at Linshan Middle School for long—once Lin Feifei graduated, he would definitely leave, perhaps even before then.
Tangyu didn’t value his position at Linshan Middle School at all; his reasons for staying as the school doctor were simple: first, to take care of Lin Feifei, and second, his personal preferences.
Besides, Tangyu was well aware that no matter what, Principal Tan would fawn over him to keep him at Linshan Middle School.
“Haha, alright, you go ahead and be busy.
But I still hope you’ll consider it,” Chief Han forced a smile.
Although Tangyu’s suggestion might be a viable option, everyone was very clear that the collective influence of the other eleven participants couldn’t come close to that of Tangyu.
After all, the western and traditional Chinese medical exchange event had gained such explosive attention solely because of one person—Tangyu.
Without him, this event would have been little more than a slightly more grand occasion than previous ones.
The glory and splendor of traditional Chinese medicine, along with the current craze surrounding it, were all thanks to Tangyu, who was the object of national adoration.
The others paled in comparison.
“You can’t go in there, what are you doing?”
A commotion erupted from outside the office, and as Tangyu approached the doorway, he saw a horde of reporters swarm towards the place, with several teachers struggling to block them in vain.
These reporters were quite adept at tracking, having managed to find their way here.
Already irked, Principal Tan was now bristling with rage: “What are those gatekeepers doing?
Haven’t I said that no reporters should be allowed into the school?
How did they let so many reporters rush in?”
“Let it go, Tan.
It’s come to this; we better go out and meet them, lest we get lambasted by their pens,” Chief Han said.
“Divine Doctor Tang is indeed here!” a resonant voice called out.
The reporters rushed up in a frenzy, encircling Tangyu and offering him microphones, while a barrage of cameras snapped photos of him relentlessly.
The teachers and security guards from Linshan Middle School couldn’t push their way through, and it now seemed impossible to disperse the frenzied reporters.
“Divine Doctor Tang, could you comment on your commanding victory leading the traditional Chinese medicine delegation, defeating the Western medical experts with their biomedical remedies?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, are those two Western biomedical remedies, DHA5 and Holy Water, really as miraculous as they say?
If so, why were you able to defeat them so easily?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, are you sure what you studied is traditional Chinese medicine?
Why isn’t your unique technique recorded anywhere?
I’ve consulted many masters of Chinese medicine, and all say they’ve never heard of it.
Do you practice some Immortal Technique or something like that?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, that miraculous pill you produced in the last session instantly relieved eighty patients of their afflictions.
Is there really such a Divine Medicine in this world, and would it be considered a Spirit Pill?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, with your extraordinary and superhuman medical skills, who exactly did you learn from?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, is traditional Chinese medicine really that miraculous?
Why haven’t we heard before about the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine?
If it is indeed so powerful, why has it been suppressed by Western medicine for so many years, and why is it declining?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, there are rumors online that you now have five girlfriends.
Do you have any explanation for that?”
One after another, tough questions shot from the sharp-tongued reporters were fired, seemingly intent on grilling Tangyu to a pulp.
Apart from some cutting questions, of course, there were also many rumors and gossip issues from the internet, and even some questions were groundless, a whole variety of them, which made Tangyu’s head spin.
The media reporters surrounding the place were mostly from smaller outlets, so some questions were quite outrageous and unrestrained—they loved the more scandalous the matter.
After letting the reporters chatter and fuss for a full five minutes, Tangyu finally waved his hands and said, “Everyone, quiet down for a moment, please.
Can you listen to me for a few words?”
Tangyu’s words still held considerable sway, and soon all the media reporters quieted down, with all the voice recorders now aimed at Tangyu, and all the cameras trained on him.
Once the scene fell silent, Tangyu began, “Let’s agree on something.
I will answer all your questions this one time, giving you half an hour, which should be more than enough time.
During this half-hour, feel free to ask anything.
If I can answer, I will, but let’s not shout over each other.
Ask one by one; if you make noise you’re wasting your own time and I won’t be responsible for that.
Starting now, thirty minutes is all you get.
After I’ve answered all your questions like this, then you can go on doing whatever you need to do, and please don’t linger at the school gates anymore.
This is the only time I’ll respond to your questions, as I won’t answer them anymore after this, and waiting at the entrance will be pointless.
I don’t want to keep blocking your way, and there are many ways to avoid that.
Just like when I came to Linshan Middle School, I didn’t let you notice, so please don’t doubt my abilities.
Alright, I heard most of the questions just now, and I’ll pick and choose the ones I can answer.
I hope you can cooperate with me, as I hope to work with you, and please understand where I’m coming from.
Oh, and one important announcement: I do not like to accept any interviews, and will not attend any sort of program or event, so please don’t bother in the future, to save everyone’s time.
Okay, start the clock now.”
Tangyu did not wait for the media reporters to agree and started to respond, “First of all, I’d like to clearly state that medicine knows no borders.
Both Chinese and Western medicine are valuable and advanced medical practices, complementing each other.
Traditional Chinese medicine has its profound and extensive benefits, and Western medicine has its advanced scientific aspects.
Each has its strengths and weaknesses; one cannot simply generalize.
If you insist on asking which is stronger, speaking from the perspective of someone trained in traditional Chinese medicine, I’d certainly say that it is invincible.
But if speaking from the perspective of the medical community, both Chinese and Western medicine are strong, both capable of curing illnesses, and both should be considered great.
Secondly, I must sternly clarify that the past TCM and Western medicine exchange meeting was very serious and was broadcast live with no falsifications or deceptive acts involved, with all the patients’ information having been made public.
If you have the time and interest, feel free to verify each case.
If you haven’t investigated, then please refrain from commenting; my least favorite people are those who stir up trouble – I advise them to behave.
Lastly, my medical skills were simply learned from an ordinary old man, and I don’t know anything about those mystical things you mention.
I’m just an ordinary person and I just want to live an ordinary life.
If you really need a reasonable explanation from me, it’s only these six words: ‘Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive’; the rest you can experience for yourself.”
Yes, Tangyu really did just want to be an ordinary person, to live a normal life with the woman he loved.
However, reality was not so ideal—there were some things he couldn’t avoid.
Life is full of such helplessness.
“Divine Doctor Tang, does that mean you think Western medicine is not inferior to traditional Chinese medicine?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, your master must be a very remarkable person, right?
Surely a great master of his craft?”
“Divine Doctor Tang, there are still many questions left unanswered, aren’t there?”
As soon as Tangyu finished speaking, a cacophony of voices broke out again as a multitude of questions tangled together, dizzying to the listener.
Tangyu stood watching the time, letting them quarrel as they liked, for he had only granted them half an hour, and once that was up, he’d leave.
“Stop the noise, everybody, just stop.
Let’s take turns.
I’ll start if I may.
Divine Doctor Tang, your contribution to Huaxia traditional Chinese medicine has caught the world’s attention and has uplifted the spirits of countless Huaxia sons and daughters, filling us with pride for the invincibility of Chinese medicine.
Divine Doctor Tang, what are your future plans?
Will you continue to champion our traditional Chinese medicine and spread its influence across the globe?
Have you considered internationalizing Chinese medicine?
And, have you thought about taking on any students?” a reporter asked.
The others then quieted down, knowing that to bicker would only waste precious time.
Tangyu smirked slightly, “This is a good question.
Alright then, let me talk about it.
As I mentioned before, I’m just an ordinary person and I only wish to live an ordinary life.
So, those grand tasks clearly aren’t suitable for me and are beyond what I can accomplish.
Our Huaxia Country is full of talent and there will undoubtedly be many better people to undertake such a task.
One person cannot hold up the entire Earth, but a nation can truly rise up.
So if there are countless people who love traditional Chinese medicine working towards this, then I believe their combined strength will be millions of times greater than mine alone.
As for taking on students, sorry, but I would only lead them astray.
I’m not the right material to educate others.
Besides, I’m still not out of my apprenticeship, far from having the qualifications to teach.”