This was the first ti Du Heng saw himself on television.
And his only feeling was embarrassnt, extre embarrassnt.
Fortunately, it was just Wu Shengnan and him at ho. If there were others, he would have truly wanted to bury his head.
On the TV, Du Heng stood with his arms folded, head slightly tilted, looking down with a condescending gaze.
Around this image, constantly changing white clouds slowly rotated around him. With each rotation, a few bold, red characters would pop out.
Finally, those characters lined up beside Du Heng's picture with a POP! POP! POP! sound effect.
Du Heng
Jinzhou's youngest Dean of a municipal-level Hospital
Jinzhou's youngest Deputy Chief Chinese dicine Doctor
Jinzhou's youngest Recipient of Scientific and Technological Advancent
Internet Celebrity Doctor with five million followers
Below were the papers Du Heng had published and the awards he had won.
When he was posing for the photo, Du Heng had thought the pose was incredibly ridiculous.
But when it appeared on the television screen, he realized how shallow his understanding had been. It wasn't just simply ridiculous; the juvenile, overconfident aura was so intense it practically overflowed from the screen.
Du Heng was extrely embarrassed, but Wu Shengnan, on the other hand, was watching with glowing eyes. "Honey, your pose is so handso, so commanding!"
Du Heng coughed twice, his cheeks slightly warm. "Let's eat first, let's eat first."
Wu Shengnan kept her eyes glued to the television, utterly delighted. "Honey, when we take our wedding photos, let's have them use this photo as a reference. What do you think?"
Du Heng lowered his head to eat, sighing inwardly. Not good at all, way too ridiculous.
Just as he finished complaining in his head, the image on the television changed again, and Dr. Wei's photo appeared.
Compared to Du Heng's photo, Dr. Wei's seed to possess a much more dignified and wise aura.
It was a frontal shot, featuring a silver slicked-back hairstyle and a ticulously grood, distinct beard. This made him look steady, dependable, and reliable—a venerable old Chinese doctor, like an old immortal sage.
Wei Ruzhong
Well-known traditional Chinese dicine Doctor in Wuzhou
Fifth-generation heir of Zichill Hall
Inheritor of the Dispersing Full Body Wind Decoction stroke redy
This information was displayed for five seconds. Then, the screen changed. Du Heng's photo from before and Dr. Wei's photo appeared on opposite sides of the screen, with a large "VS" in the middle. Moreover, the "VS" had special effects: small, dark red flas constantly swayed on it.
Suddenly, with a screen-shattering effect, several large words appeared below: "Internet Celebrity Doctor" versus "Folk Divine Doctor": Who Will Prevail?
But that wasn't all. In the end, fierce flas erupted from the photos of Du Heng and Dr. Wei.
Damn!
Watching a news program felt like watching a cutscene from so over-the-top, cringey video ga.
Du Heng suddenly felt an impulse to blow up the program and the Provincial TV Station.
With this level of quality, no wonder their programs are getting worse and worse.
Wu Shengnan looked at the final opening scene on the television with astonishnt and disbelief. "Honey, did you and this... folk Divine Doctor get into a fight?"
Du Heng was seething but held back his anger. He shot Wu Shengnan a glare. "What are you thinking? That's a TV station! How could we fight?"
Wu Shengnan said, "Oh. Then did you two argue?"
"That's not called arguing; it should be called a debate."
"So, who won?" Wu Shengnan asked curiously.
"Watch and see for yourself." Du Heng lowered his head and focused on eating. He was thoroughly disgusted by the people from this program group.
After finishing his al, he was in no mood to watch TV, so he took his laptop and went into the bedroom.
The next day, when he arrived at work, Du Heng called Director Zheng over after finishing his imdiate tasks.
The summoned Director Zheng arrived with a chubby, gleaming face, his eyes narrowed into slits from smiling so broadly.
Du Heng's expression was dark; he still felt embarrassed. "Director Zheng, did you watch the show last night?"
"I did! I stayed up and watched the whole thing on TV." Director Zheng was beaming, completely oblivious to Du Heng's dark expression.
Du Heng took a deep breath. He couldn't talk about the embarrassing photo, but there was another matter he had to clarify. "Director Zheng, did the TV station communicate with you before airing the program?"
Director Zheng paused for a mont. "Yes, they let preview the final cut. I saw that the content was just what happened when you were on stage that day, and the sequence was correct, so I didn't ask any more questions."
"What did you think of the opening sequence?"
"The opening? I thought it was great! Very impactful. When your photo appeared, Dean, it imdiately gave the impression that you're a person of genuine skill."
Director Zheng's sudden bootlicking sent a chill down Du Heng's spine. He shivered slightly and quickly said, "I'm not talking about that. Didn't you feel the opening was deliberately provocative?
"There are many folk TCM doctors, and many of them are genuinely skilled. After yesterday's program, wasn't I effectively pushed into opposition with these people? This is creating enemies for for no reason!
"Many old Chinese doctors from the folk community have complete master-disciple lineages, with nurous fellow disciples and apprentices. So of them are even within our system. Do you think it's appropriate for the TV station to do this?"
Du Heng grew angrier as he spoke. "Furthermore, I recall that when I was on the show, and throughout the entire program, I never said anything negative about folk Divine Doctors. Now they've slapped this label on . How am I supposed to face my colleagues and seniors in the field?"
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