Chapter 1211 of the Main Text: Hype on Hot News! Novel: Genius Doctor | Author: Liu Xiahui | Category: Urban Romance Chapter 1211: Hype on Hot News! This was a large-scale recommendation, as well as an official push for a marketing campaign involving all media. The theme of the recommendation and marketing was only one: Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). No, it should be Qin Luo. In these media reports, Qin Luo's name and the two words "TCM" appeared most frequently. Because of Qin Luo, TCM was valued by the US Vice President. Because of TCM, Qin Luo was invited by the US Vice President. It was unclear whether Qin Luo had made TCM or if TCM had made Qin Luo. After seeing so much, people gradually formed this impression: Qin Luo represents TCM, and TCM is Qin Luo. There were crowds of people at the entrance of the Lin family villa where Qin Luo lived. Countless journalists were jammed at the gate, peering inside through the iron gate. Some even shouted loudly from outside, requesting Qin Luo to come out for an interview. All the security guards in the neighborhood were mobilized, trying to drive these journalists away. However, the journalists were like sticky candies; you chase them, they run. You stop, they come back. They couldn't be driven away, so the security could only stay on site to maintain order and plead with these journalists to lower their voices and quietly wait for someone to come out from inside —— after all, they couldn't disturb the rest of other residents, right? The security manager was furious and scolded the security guarding the gate harshly. Without the owner's consent, even the skin was smooth and tender, yet they let so many journalists in. If the owner complained, they would have no excuse. The security also looked aggrieved; how could they possibly be a match for these journalists? They easily tricked them into letting them in. They couldn't fight or shout at them. What could they do? Because the journalists came too early, Lin Qingyuan, Lin Huanxi, and BeiBei didn't have time to leave the house, and the whole family was blocked inside. Lin Qingyuan had the habit of reading newspapers every morning. He pointed at a few newspapers on the table and said, "It must be these reports that brought them here. The US Vice President inviting a TCM doctor to treat his mother is the first time in history —— oh, the second time. Princess Diana once invited a TCM doctor skilled in acupuncture to help her adjust her body, and it is still talked about with admiration until now, regarded as a case of TCM successfully entering Western mainstream society. However, this is somewhat self-praise. Princess Diana only used TCM to adjust her body; in their eyes, TCM could only serve as health care. How can this count as TCM entering mainstream society? The US Vice President inviting Qin Luo to treat his mother, if handled properly —— hah, it can be recorded in history." Lin Qingyuan's pride was evident on his face. The most desired thing for practitioners of TCM throughout their lives is for TCM to flourish, to be accepted by the countrymen, and to go abroad and gain fame worldwide. In the past, when TCM was declining, they lost faith in it and passed their days in pessimism and numbness, without seeing even a bit of hope. Now, being able to witness this moment within their lifetime, drinking three cups would not be excessive. More importantly, the person who achieved this was his son-in-law. The inheritance of TCM has successors, and the inheritance of his own family has successors. Isn't this something worth boasting about? "Those journalists are really annoying," BeiBei said while walking around the living room with her bag. Today was Monday, and BeiBei still had to go to school. She loved going to school now because she could play with other children. At home, there were only nannies. "Dad isn't even at home, and they are still blocking us from leaving," she said. Thinking for a moment, she said to Lin Huanxi sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, "Mom, why don't you give an interview? Just say Dad isn't at home." Lin Huanxi glanced at BeiBei and said, "I'll have the nanny take you to school. They won't block you." "But what about Mom?" BeiBei asked. "I'll wait at home for a while. Your dad will be back soon," Lin Huanxi consoled her. BeiBei could leave because journalists wouldn't bombard a kindergarten child, but she couldn't leave. With Qin Luo absent, her going out would only attract more attention. BeiBei thought for a moment and seriously said, "Then I'll wait too. I'm not comfortable leaving you alone." "------" Lin Qingyuan patted BeiBei's head and asked, "Where did Qin Luo go? Did he not come back all night?" "A friend of his was injured, so he went to the hospital," Lin Huanxi said. Qin Luo called her when he visited Mi Zi'an at the hospital. "Oh, I see," Lin Qingyuan smiled, but sighed inwardly. "This grandson-in-law of mine is perfect in every way. But----- aren't there too many red-clad intimate friends? It seems I need to discuss with Old Qin whether we should arrange their wedding sooner." ------ ------ Qin Luo was unaware of the commotion outside, or perhaps he knew but chose to ignore it. What is news? Reporting events as quickly as possible and informing the audience is what news is. What is hot news? Continuously attracting attention and maintaining high interest over a long period is what hot news is. Although Qin Luo didn't attend school, he was naturally talented. Of course, he did study. When he was young, he read a lot of miscellaneous books and even thoroughly reviewed the textbooks from primary school to university that his aunt Qin Lan used —— his childhood was spent either reading or treating diseases. He knew that if he responded now, although the media and the audience would be pleased, the news would soon become old news. Because you've already satisfied all their curiosity, their focus would naturally shift to other new events. It's like writing a story; if you reveal all the foreshadowing and bottom cards at once, would readers still follow? Therefore, he wouldn't step out now. He would wait. Waiting for the news to continue fermenting, expanding, and finally, when they were driven crazy and desperate for answers, he would stand up and give them an answer —— yes, everyone is waiting for this answer. Waiting for Qin Luo's response. The invitation from the Vice President. To go or not to go? Qin Luo had a great appetite today. He drank a bowl of millet porridge, ate two buns, one fried dough stick, one egg, and almost finished several small dishes by himself before putting down his chopsticks contentedly, feeling that life was perfect and happy, and that we should cherish it. Li Qincheng had finished eating long ago and had been waiting beside him. Seeing Qin Luo put down his chopsticks, she immediately stood up to clear the table. Dressed in white casual sportswear, her hair tied in a simple ponytail, her plain clothing made her charming face and watery eyes even more stunningly beautiful. Her graceful movements exuded charm, making her a wonderfully mature woman. Praised by "Finance" as the most outstanding professional woman to emerge in the business world of Huaxia in recent years, Li Qincheng got up early to buy breakfast, fed her man buns, and cleaned up the leftovers —— in front of others, she shone brilliantly. In front of her man, she also had her feminine side. "Let's go see Zi'an," Qin Luo said. "Okay. Let me take a shower and change clothes," Li Qincheng replied. "Didn't you shower when you got up?" Qin Luo asked. "Yes." "Then why are you showering again?" "I just ate buns." "So what?" "There's a smell of buns on my body." "-------" Qin Luo looked agonizingly thoughtful for a long time before finally making up his mind and said, "Then I'll take another shower too." When Qin Luo and Li Qincheng arrived at Mi Zi'an's ward, she was leaning against the headboard sipping porridge slowly. Chen Sixuan was still lying on the adjacent bed fast asleep, not knowing when the two had chatted until last night. "Why hasn't this pig woken up yet?" Li Qincheng pointed at Chen Sixuan and asked. "We chatted for too long last night and went to sleep late," Mi Zi'an said. Smiling, she greeted Li Qincheng but quickly shifted her gaze from Qin Luo's face. Apparently, their conversation was related to Qin Luo. "If you want your leg injury to heal quickly, you need to get enough rest," Qin Luo said. "Don't stay up too late at night. Otherwise, it will affect the healing speed of the wound." "I understand," Mi Zi'an nodded and said. Li Qincheng and Chen Sixuan were very close friends, often teasing each other when they met. She walked to Chen Sixuan's bedside, pulled off her blanket, and shouted, "Earthquake! Run!" After shouting, she was stunned. Qin Luo and Mi Zi'an were also stunned, staring wide-eyed at the stark whiteness exposed on the bed. Li Qincheng quickly covered her back up and said, "This woman —— even in the hospital, she can't break this habit." Whether Chen Sixuan was truly asleep or pretending, she remained motionless on the bed. A knock on the door sounded, and Yu Jing pushed the door open, saying, "An'an, Zhu Li has come to see you." Chen Sixuan immediately jumped off the bed and said to Qin Luo, "You go to the restroom. I need to get dressed." Qin Luo nodded and quickly walked into the restroom, closing the door behind him. Yu Jing looked at one person, then another, noticing the strange expressions on everyone's faces but unable to figure out what had happened. She thought, "Did they all spend the night in this ward last night? The relationship among them sure is complicated."