"Teacher Xie, who is that?"
"The back does look sowhat familiar, but I don’t seem to have any impression!"
Liu Rong looked puzzled.
Xie Mingsong was increasingly helpless, unsure whether to say anything or not. Finally, he could only remind, "Think again, it’s better for so people to co to mind by yourself than for to tell you."
"Who is it?"
Hearing Xie Mingsong’s words, Liu Rong beca even more curious.
Xie Mingsong nudged his mouth, "The na is already displayed up there, you can see for yourself."
"So mysterious..."
Seeing Xie Mingsong’s attitude, Liu Rong couldn’t help but roll his eyes, then turned his head back, his gaze moving from the sowhat familiar back to the naplate on the stage.
His eyes swept across one na after another.
Liu Rong was not a mber of the Yong City Chinese dical Association, and he didn’t know much about the few directors of the association. He had heard of so, but had little impression of a few others.
Since Elder Zhang beca a nationally renowned doctor, the developnt of the Traditional Chinese dicine circle in Yong City had been rapid, with many talented individuals erging. Nowadays, not even those within the Traditional Chinese dicine circle of Yong City know how many notable doctors there are, let alone ordinary people.
Many Chinese dicine practitioners have little fa, yet their dical skills are remarkable.
However, within their small circles, they are well-known.
And there are quite a few such people in Yong City.
So people are naturally low-key, and even if they join the Yong City Chinese dical Association, they won’t make a big fuss for everyone to know.
Therefore, Liu Rong did not recognize several nas in the row of nas he scanned.
However, he didn’t really mind. Although there were about a hundred mbers of the Yong City Chinese dical Association, most of them he was not familiar with. He had not t more than half and had not even heard of so.
He did know soone like Zhang Jingcai, who was invited early on to the United South Chinese dicine Association to practice.
But, they didn’t necessarily know him.
As his gaze passed over a row of nas, it landed on a sowhat familiar na.
Lu Xuan.
Initially, Liu Rong didn’t pay attention to the na, as there were many with the sa na.
Soone he had expelled from the Beijiang District Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital as an intern, and even sent to the Health Center. Even if he was an excellent graduate of Zhijiang University of Traditional Chinese dicine, it was impossible for him to have transford significantly in less than two months, from an intern with no clinical experience to a director of the Yong City Chinese dical Association.
That was simply impossible.
Even though Liu Rong held such a belief, as his gaze moved from the na back to Lu Xuan’s inexplicably familiar back, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows, his gaze turning deep.
So young, who could it be?
Liu Rong was very sure he had seen this young man before, but he couldn’t recall where.
As for Lu Xuan, whom he had expelled from the Beijiang District Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital, he had completely put him out of his mind.
"Where have I seen him before..."
Liu Rong murmured in his heart.
He was growing more puzzled. So young, and capable of being a director in the Yong City Chinese dical Association, such a person would surely have dical skills not much inferior to Zhang Jingcai and others, or at least stronger than Xie Mingsong, who stood beside him.
Liu Rong was well aware of the challenges of joining the Yong City Chinese dical Association.
He himself had applied many tis over the years, all ending in failure.
He even asked the director and Xie Mingsong as sponsors, only to be politely declined.
Liu Rong understood their concerns: that his skills were lacking, and he might not only fail to join the association but also affect the standing of the director and Xie Mingsong within it.
There was even a possibility of being asked to leave.
Such occurrences were rare in other cities’ dical associations, but in Yong City, being asked to leave had happened more than once or twice.
Although Liu Rong felt uncomfortable about it, he knew his chances of joining were slim.
Still, Liu Rong hadn’t given up over the years.
He continued learning while applying to join.
Having this experience, Liu Rong clearly knew how tough it was to join the Yong City Chinese dical Association, much less hold a director position.
Not to ntion, he knew the high level of Xie Mingsong’s dical skills, yet even he was still a bit short of a director position.
Soone he had expelled, a recent graduate, becoming a director of the association was unthinkable.
With this thought, Liu Rong had no other candidates in mind.
Yet, the sense of familiarity given by the individual grew stronger over ti.
Beside him, Old Wu hadn’t noticed Liu Rong, just saw he hadn’t spoken for a long while, so he laughed, "Are you feeling shocked?"
Before Liu Rong could respond, Old Wu continued, "To be honest, when I first learned about him, I was more shocked than you. Soone in their early twenties achieving such accomplishnts, with him around, Yong City’s Traditional Chinese dicine community won’t need to worry much for decades."
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