Chapter 508 (1/2)

Champion of national medical competition? Xiao Chen took the initiative to give up!

Old Tang didn't expect it, and Tang Bing didn't even expect it.

Xiao Chen felt that he was different from these old Chinese doctors who pursued fame and wealth. Since they attached so much importance to fame and wealth, Xiao Chen just gave up.

”Old Tang, let's go!”

”Xiao Chen, I'll go to the examiner and ask them.” Old Tang said.

Xiao Chen felt no need.

However, this time, he came to the competition and woke up the middle-aged man, which was also a great achievement, equivalent to saving his family.

When Xiao Chen, Tang Lao and Tang Bing really left, Huang Bai really got a little confused.

However, Shangguan month saw all this, and really thought it was a very good news.

When they got on the bus from the University of traditional Chinese medicine, old Tang and Tang Bing obviously felt very angry. This was a time for Xiao Chen to become famous. Did Xiao Chen give up easily?

If you let him do it, old Tang thinks he can't do it.

”Xiaochen, if you join the typhoid school, I'm afraid it won't happen now.” After all, typhoid school is the first of the seven schools of traditional Chinese medicine. If Xiao Chen is a member of this circle, the honor he brings to typhoid school is also the honor of typhoid school.

Whether Xiao Chen has the qualification certificate of traditional Chinese medicine or not, they will fight for Xiao Chen, and Huang Bai dare not say that.

However, Xiao Chen did not join the typhoid school, let alone those schools of febrile disease school.

”Old Tang, I can give up joining the typhoid school, so I can also give up winning the championship of the competition. Anyway, I just woke up the vegetative patient. It's a great achievement and didn't waste time. As for other old Chinese doctors who guess, I'm too lazy to compete for fame and profits with them.”

”Xiao Chen, I'm afraid I can't do it with your mentality.”

Old Tang didn't know whether to appreciate Xiao Chenhao or what to say.

However, when he goes back now, he must run the two relevant certificates for Xiao Chen.

With Tang Lao's relationship in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, it must be easy to get it.

When returning to the Tang's National Medical Museum, Xiao Chen certainly won't care about the results of the national medical competition.

Back to the National Medical Museum, it's now more than 11 o'clock in the morning. Xiao Chen is ready to finish lunch. In the afternoon, he and Mo Xiaowan go back to the foreign language experimental middle school.

Although Xiao Chen said on the surface that he didn't care much about the southwest plague, Xiao Chen knew that the situation of the southwest plague was much more important than the results of the national medical competition.

Moreover, he guessed that what he would do next was probably related to the southwest plague.

Tang Bing went to buy vegetables and came back to make lunch. Old Tang looked very dull. Xiao Chen, as usual, asked, ”the champion, do you really want to give up?”

”Old Tang, I said I gave up. Of course I gave up.”

”You boy!”

No dispute is dispute, and dispute is no dispute.

However, Xiao Chen knows that the most gain from his participation in this competition is the communication with other old traditional Chinese medicine. At least he knows from those old traditional Chinese medicine doctors in Zhang heting, what is the level of these old traditional Chinese medicine.

”How about this afternoon?”

”Of course, I go back to the foreign language experimental middle school in the afternoon.”

After Tang Bing bought vegetables and cooked lunch, Xiao Chen and the two finished lunch, he also drove to Mo's villa.

When she came to Mo's villa, Mo Xiaowan was surprised. Didn't Xiao Chen participate in the finals of the national medical competition today?

Xiao Chen saw the headlines on TV and newspapers, and Mo Xiaowan saw them.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen came to find her so soon.

Is it Xiao Chen's poor performance in the final of the national medical competition?