Chapter 2476: Chapter 2270: Honorary Vice President

After all, Zhang Guomin is Niu Yun’s personal doctor, so it’s somewhat inappropriate for him to hold a position in the China Acupuncture Medical Association. However, Zhang Guomin’s acupuncture skills are indeed remarkable, so Zhang Guomin was given the title of Honorary Vice President.

"So it’s Mr. Song!" After hearing Zhang Guomin’s words, the organizer’s staff quickly put down the phone and bowed deeply to Song Xiaodong, then handed the phone back to him.

"So you are Mr. Song. Hello, Mr. Song, I’m terribly sorry. Mr. Song, please come in." The organizer’s staff led Song Xiaodong into the conference room.

It’s important to note that the acupuncture experts who came to participate in the acupuncture medicine discussion were all directly let through and entered independently by this staff member, whereas Song Xiaodong was personally led in by the staff.

The average age of the acupuncture experts present in the conference room was definitely over 60, with high seniority, great reputation, and rich experience, yet none enjoyed such preferential treatment; they all walked in by themselves.

These old scholars naturally paid special attention to issues of status, standing, and face. Seeing the organizer’s staff, who had previously shown a sour face when they entered, now warmly leading a young man into the conference room, they felt somewhat unhappy and disgraced.

After all, none of them recognized Song Xiaodong, and each of them considered themselves the pinnacle figures of acupuncture medicine.

"Mr. Song, please take a seat." The organizer’s staff proactively helped Song Xiaodong pull out a chair, inviting him to sit down.

"Thank you." Song Xiaodong politely thanked the organizer’s staff, and gently sat down.

"Are you Song Xiaodong?" Hearing the organizer’s staff calling this young man Mr. Song, Zhao Dinghang, sitting opposite Song Xiaodong, couldn’t help but ask coldly.

Zhao Dinghang’s tone wasn’t friendly, and Song Xiaodong was too lazy to pay him any attention. He tilted his head slightly on the chair, glanced at Zhao Dinghang dismissively, snorted through his nostrils, took his phone out of his pocket, and flagrantly started playing on it at the table.

"I’m talking to you!" Zhao Dinghang, seeing Song Xiaodong’s attitude, became even angrier, got up from his chair, glared with clouded eyes, and leaned forward, pointing at Song Xiaodong with a finger, shouting.

Halfway through his phone game, Song Xiaodong lost interest upon hearing Zhao Dinghang shouting. He put the phone down on the table, pressed his hands on the table, lifted his head to look at the standing Zhao Dinghang, and said, "Do I have to answer you just because you ask?"

After listening to Song Xiaodong’s words, the elderly attendees sighed and shook their heads.

They originally thought that Mr. Song, personally led in by the organizer’s staff, might be a young talent from a prestigious acupuncture school, which is why the organizer placed such importance on him, temporarily replaced Guo Xilong, and brought him in.

However, Song Xiaodong’s words immediately exposed his ignorance.

"Ah, we thought he was someone impressive, but it turns out he’s clueless!"

"Indeed, Zhao Dinghang’s status in our acupuncture community is just below those of the presidents and vice presidents of the Acupuncture Medical Association. While not necessarily authoritative, given his age, you should know he’s a senior. As a senior, he should be respected and follow protocol; is this how you respond when a senior asks you a question?"

"We thought he had some background and genuine skill, but apparently, he doesn’t even recognize Zhao Dinghang, the heir to Zhao Sanzhen, yet dares to speak to Mr. Zhao this way. An individual with no understanding of acupuncture lineage, what’s the point of the organizer bringing him in?"

After hearing Song Xiaodong’s remarks, the other acupuncture experts at the scene began to whisper, casting looks of disdain, contempt, and disappointment at him.

"Young man, do you know who is asking you a question?" asked a white-haired acupuncture expert sitting next to Song Xiaodong, who could no longer tolerate his attitude.

"I don’t know." Song Xiaodong replied without turning his head, as his gaze remained fixed on Zhao Dinghang.

"Look at that. He really knows nothing, has no manners at all. Judging by your age, you’re the next generation of heirs at best. Everyone here is a Sect Leader from the acupuncture schools; at the very least, they’re a generation above you. Forget about whether you respect your elders, as an acupuncture expert invited by the organizer, how can you not have any understanding of the acupuncture school from Zhao Sanzhen, like this?"

"You don’t even recognize Zhao Dinghang, yet have the nerve to call yourself an Acupuncture Doctor? If you don’t know Zhao Dinghang, then you’re practically an outsider!"

"Where did this kid spring from? Has he replaced Guo Xilong, Zhao Dinghang’s esteemed disciple? What’s the organizer thinking? Even if you change people, you should replace them with someone who has inherited the acupuncture technique. If this person doesn’t even recognize Zhao Dinghang, then he doesn’t understand acupuncture at all!"

A group of white-haired acupuncture experts, upon hearing that Song Xiaodong didn’t recognize Zhao Dinghang, continued whispering and discussing among themselves.

"Young man, this is the venue for the China Acupuncture Medical Conference. Are you sure you haven’t come to the wrong place?" The acupuncture expert next to Song Xiaodong asked him again.

"Yes, young man, this is the place to discuss acupuncture. You don’t even recognize Zhao Dinghang, the heir to Zhao Sanzhen, old Mr. Zhao, so you don’t understand acupuncture at all. If you come to this acupuncture medicine academic symposium without understanding anything, what’s the point?" Another acupuncture expert next to Song Xiaodong also remarked to him.

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