Let my master run for president

Chen Tian left Zheng Manman's room.

The next morning, Zheng Manman stood in front of Chen Tian, looking wronged.

She was walking somewhat awkwardly because Chen Tian had been too harsh.

"Master, Master called and asked me to personally take you there."

Zheng Manman instantly turned into a well-behaved disciple.

"Let's go!"

Chen Tian acted as if nothing had happened.

Then, Chen Tian got into Zheng Manman's luxury car and they headed to a place with ancient charm.

It was a large traditional Chinese medicine hall, but it didn't belong to an individual; it belonged to the Chinese Medicine Association.

"Master, I'm here."

Zheng Manman quickly ran upstairs to meet Sun Yaowang.

Sun Yaowang stood up and rushed downstairs, respectfully clasping his hands to Chen Tian and said:

"Master, you're here. Please follow me upstairs!"

Chen Tian, somewhat puzzled, asked, "You called me here so ceremoniously. Do you know what's going on?"

"Well, today is an important day for the Jiangzhou Chinese Medicine Association. I wanted to let more people know about you, Master, so we can expand your influence and also earn more money while practicing medicine," Sun Yaowang said eloquently.

Chen Tian didn't mind, as he did indeed want to earn more money.

Seeing that his arrangement pleased Chen Tian, Sun Yaowang sighed in relief.

He led Chen Tian upstairs, where many people were already gathered. The youngest among them was in his forties or fifties, with most of them being elderly like Sun Yaowang.

Sun Yaowang invited Chen Tian to sit in the main seat.

Some people were confused when they saw this, not understanding why such a young man could sit in the main seat.

But due to politeness, no one questioned it and continued to watch.

In this association, there was great respect for elders and care for the young.

The main seats were limited to twelve positions in two rows.

Of course, Sun Yaowang took one of them, but right now, it was occupied by Chen Tian.

There were other chairs arranged in the back, but no one paid attention to them.

At this point, Chen Tian carefully listened to the discussions around him. It seemed everyone was talking about who should be the next president of the Jiangzhou Chinese Medicine Association.

There were already candidates: three were selected, and Sun Yaowang was one of them.

Sun Yaowang's alchemy skills were unparalleled.

In today's medical world, no one could still practice the ancient art of alchemy from the old texts.

Many of those alchemy techniques had become legends, but Sun Yaowang had brought them back to life with great effect.

Thus, the title of "Yaowang" (Medicine King) was well-deserved.

Not only did he have excellent medical skills and a noble reputation, but more importantly, he had money.

With money, he could help the association grow, and everyone greatly admired him for it.

At that moment, the previous president, Feng Zhu, walked in.

Feng Zhu was not only a master in the field of Chinese medicine but also a leader at the city hospital, holding numerous positions.

When Feng Zhu walked in, everyone stood up and respectfully greeted him as "President."

After the greetings, Feng Zhu explained:

"I've served three terms and am getting too old. Today, I will voluntarily withdraw from the election and leave the spot open for the three candidates."

"The first candidate is Jiangzhou's most famous acupuncturist, Master Hua Daoyi. The second candidate is the highly respected expert in both Western and Chinese medicine, Master Huo Wuzun, and the third is the alchemy master, Sun Yaowang, who is known as the Medicine King."

Everyone called him "Medicine King," so he had changed his name in his later years.

Each time Feng Zhu mentioned a candidate, they stood up and politely introduced themselves.

But when it came to Sun Yaowang, he stood up with a smile and said:

"President Feng, I voluntarily withdraw from the election."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

Why would Sun Yaowang give up such a great opportunity?

Wasn't he giving the chance to the other two?

While everyone was puzzled, Sun Yaowang continued:

"The Chinese Medicine Association is struggling. Everyone here has a duty to promote and develop it."

"So I've always believed that the person who leads the development of Chinese medicine must be a medical genius."

Feng Zhu frowned and asked:

"Mr. Sun, what do you mean? Are you saying the people here are not skilled enough?"

Sun Yaowang waved his hand and smiled:

"No, I just want to give this opportunity to someone more deserving."

Upon hearing this, everyone began to murmur.

"What? Is there someone more capable than Sun Yaowang?"

"The Medicine King is already legendary. Is this a joke?"

"The pride of Jiangzhou's Chinese medicine community is sitting here, isn't it?"

Feng Zhu, in shock, asked:

"Medicine King, who do you want to recommend?"

"It's my master!" Sun Yaowang said seriously.

"Your master?"

Everyone couldn't believe their ears.

Feng Zhu asked again, "Who is your master? Is he still alive?"

"He's very healthy. The person sitting right in front of me, this young friend, is my master, Sun Yaowang's teacher."

Wow…

In that instant, the entire building nearly erupted with noise.

All eyes turned to Chen Tian.

Immediately, laughter echoed everywhere.

Some even laughed so hard that it seemed they might collapse.

This went on for at least ten minutes without stopping.

"You took a young man as your master? Isn't this ridiculous? Hahaha!"

"Sun Yaowang, you are a top figure in the association. By doing this, you're bringing shame to the entire association. Our reputation will be ruined."

"And then, the association will have no reason to exist. Do you understand the seriousness of this?"

Feng Zhu was clearly angry.

This was a serious occasion, and Sun Yaowang was pulling such a stunt?

But Sun Yaowang was unfazed and argued his case:

"Reviving Chinese medicine requires extraordinary individuals. I didn't expect all of you to be so mundane, only focusing on age. Don't you understand the crisis in the inheritance of Chinese medicine?"

Feng Zhu sneered:

"That's still better than you making a mockery of this ancient and great profession, destroying the association's reputation."

Sun Yaowang shook his head:

"My master may be the only young person who has truly reached enlightenment in Chinese medicine. If he participates in the election, or even wins it, he will attract countless talented individuals to join."

"If we continue to view Chinese medicine with old-fashioned thinking, it will be extinct, relegated to history books."

At this point, the room fell silent for a moment.

Indeed, the current practitioners were all elderly, and there was a significant risk of discontinuity in the tradition.

The ancient art of Chinese medicine was about saving the suffering and helping the world, while today's world is driven by capital and development.

Being abandoned by capital is the greatest cause of decline.

Sun Yaowang's reasoning was compelling, and he seemed determined to go through with it.

Chen Tian, seated in his chair, was also stunned.

He was just an unknown doctor, and now he was competing for the association's presidency—this was an unprecedented event.

Zheng Manman, who stood beside him, was equally shocked.

She didn't expect Sun Yaowang to fight so hard for Chen Tian, challenging the entire room with his arguments.

At this moment, someone realized the core issue and said:

"All this arguing is meaningless. Since Sun Yaowang says his master's medical skills are superb, let's all see for ourselves. If we all recognize his extraordinary skills, no one will question it."

"Right, right! Let's see for ourselves. A horse is a horse when it's taken out for a walk."

"Hurry up and show us! We don't believe that a young man can have such remarkable medical skills!"