Chapter 2473: Chapter 2265: The Feud Is Official

Among all sorts of gold, silver and treasures, the most precious is money, even more precious is information, and the most precious of all is knowledge.

"Mr. Song, I’m old now. For many years, I’ve been committed to the promotion of traditional medicine, especially acupuncture medicine. Together with a few other veteran practitioners, we’re preparing to hold an acupuncture medicine symposium. We’d like Mr. Song to attend and enlighten us old folks, broaden our horizons. Acupuncture medicine needs new blood," Zhang Guomin invited Song Xiaodong to attend the symposium he was organizing.

"I won’t be going. My acupuncture skills can’t be learned by you, and I can’t teach casually. Teaching people who don’t want to learn would make it seem like I’m spreading some feudal superstition ideas, and I’ll be laughed at," Song Xiaodong refused.

"Mr. Song, show them your skills once you get there, and they’ll naturally be convinced," Zhang Guomin continued.

"Not going." Song Xiaodong refused.

"Mr. Song, contribute your strength to the promotion of our traditional medicine, even if you don’t give a lecture, understanding everyone’s opinions is good," Zhang Guomin insisted.

"Alright then."

"That’s really great, I’ll give you a call then."

"Okay."

A few days later, Zhang Guomin called Song Xiaodong.

"Mr. Song?"

"It’s me, Doctor Zhang."

"Mr. Song, I’m calling today to invite you to attend the acupuncture medicine symposium I mentioned to you before, tomorrow," Zhang Guomin said directly.

"Oh... what time?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"Tomorrow morning at ten," Zhang Guomin told Song Xiaodong.

"Where is it?"

"In Minghe."

"Alright."

The next day, Song Xiaodong went to attend the acupuncture medicine symposium at the time and location provided by Zhang Guomin.

Song Xiaodong thought that Zhang Guomin’s invitation wouldn’t be for some shady association organizing a symposium to sell medical equipment. But upon arriving, he found it was actually the City Medical Research Association building, with a banner at the gate saying "12th National Acupuncture Medicine Exchange Symposium" and a long line of cars parked outside.

So Zhang Guomin hadn’t told Song Xiaodong he was invited to a national-level acupuncture medicine symposium.

Song Xiaodong didn’t think much of it, believing his acupuncture skills could take him to symposiums not just nationwide, but worldwide, even across the galaxy.

Then Song Xiaodong was stopped at the entrance.

"Sorry, sir, this is the venue for the National Acupuncture Medicine Exchange Symposium. Entrance is permitted only with a valid pass," a glasses-wearing staff member reached out to stop Song Xiaodong and said to him.

"I’m Song Xiaodong," Song Xiaodong directly stated his name.

Of course, the staff had heard of Song Xiaodong’s name and immediately changed his attitude: "Mr. Song is here for the acupuncture medicine symposium, please come inside."

As he walked in, Song Xiaodong regretted agreeing to attend what he thought was some irrelevant symposium, thinking he was setting himself up to be mocked, knowing no one there.

Song Xiaodong then called Zhang Guomin, but Zhang Guomin was in a meeting and didn’t answer.

Left without options, Song Xiaodong walked in alone.

The venue was crowded inside and outside, bustling with people, making it hard to move. Song Xiaodong obediently headed to a corner of the hall to sit down.

Soon after sitting, Song Xiaodong’s phone rang; it was Zhang Guomin calling.

"Mr. Song, where are you?"

"I’m inside the venue, isn’t this the symposium? Why are there so many people, it feels like a public lecture in an auditorium," Song Xiaodong asked Zhang Guomin.

"Mr. Song, the people inside the venue are non-mainstream acupuncture doctors waiting for the reports; the symposium is upstairs, with only about a dozen people nationwide qualified to attend," Zhang Guomin told Song Xiaodong.

"Oh..." Listening to Zhang Guomin, Song Xiaodong felt a bit pleased.

"Alright, I’ll head upstairs now." Song Xiaodong hung up and looked for the stairs to go up.

Chapter 2268, Cutting a Slot

Indeed, there were significantly fewer people on the second floor, though the space was smaller, with a group of people crowded outside a meeting room, heatedly discussing something.

Among them was an old man, much older than Zhang Guomin, with gray hair, a beefy face, accompanied by a young man, arguing with the event staff for their case.

"You don’t recognize me? I’m Zhao Dinghang, the successor of Zhao Sanzhen. This is my last disciple Guo Xilong. Our Zhao Sanzhen is one of the four major acupuncture schools on the mainland, contributing prominently with theoretical advancements to modern acupuncture medicine. We’re three-time invited guests by the organizers. You won’t let my apprentice in? Aren’t you concerned with my status? If my disciple can’t enter, then I won’t either. Without our Zhao Sanzhen, see if this acupuncture medicine symposium has anything worth discussing!" The old man named Zhao Dinghang was speaking, being a successor of one of the mainland’s four major acupuncture schools, Zhao Sanzhen, with the young man named Guo Xilong as his disciple.

As Zhang Guomin said, the symposium was recognized by the Acupuncture Medicine Research Association. Only experts with qualifications, seniority, and medical skills in acupuncture medicine could attend. Zhao Dinghang had the qualifications, but he believed his disciple’s exceptional skills warranted entry too, hence arguing with the staff.

In fact, Guo Xilong initially had qualifications to attend the symposium.

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