"Teacher Zhuang, is there no room for salvation?"

Zhou Yi held down Tang Bao, who was already a little angry, and felt very embarrassed. It was very easy to say that Jeju Medical College would not allow the abolition of traditional Chinese medicine, which was the matter of Tang Bao by phone. But this is not the fundamental solution to the problem. Even if the traditional Chinese medicine department of Jeju Medical College can be saved, what about medical schools in other cities? Do you have to call Tang Bao one by one? Even if they are saved, but no students come to register for study, isn’t that a big joke?

"There is no way, but it's very difficult."

Zhuang Zifeng looked at Zhou Yi and said, "Zhou Yi, your graduate supervisor is Professor Dou Yaode and Dou, right?"

"Yes, Professor Dou is also an authority in the Chinese traditional medicine community. Do you want to?"

"I'm not going to talk to him. Although Professor Dou has a high status in the Chinese traditional medicine industry, his weight is not enough, but as far as I know, he has another identity."

Zhuang Zifeng suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Legendly, Professor Dou is a disciple of the Shennong Sect in China, and a real master of Chinese medicine. Do you know this?"

"Shennongmen?"

Zhou Yi's expression suddenly became strange: "Teacher, do you know Shennongmen too?"

Since the Shennongmen split into two factions, Ye Decao and Zhang Gongzi, Zhang Gongzi disappeared from Zhongnan and did not leave. Ye Decao and his junior brother Xia Shangyuan were both strange-tempered hermits. They set up a Shennong Hall in Jinling, and it was very troublesome for Ye Decao to come. Many of them often didn't go there. Therefore, among the "academic" Chinese medicine scholars, they knew that Shennongmen had not entered many.
Chapter completed!