Chapter 1263: President’s Abnormal Position

“Mr. Ye, may I ask if you have any arrangements to treat people during your visit to M Country? My mother isn't feeling well, and I'd like you to examine her.”

Ye Bufan said, “There should be. According to the World Medical Association's arrangements, tomorrow our Chinese Medical Association will provide free clinics for everyone…”

“Mr. Ye, I have another question…”

The reporters surrounded Ye Bufan, asking questions one after another.

At this rate, today’s lecture would turn into his personal show, and the entire exchange meeting's schedule would be disrupted. Helpless, Alice could only have staff stop the constantly questioning reporters, forcibly ending the lecture.

For the subsequent activities, the reporters seemed to have exhausted their enthusiasm, with only one or two occasionally standing up to ask a few perfunctory questions, causing the remaining lectures to proceed very quickly.

As evening approached, the first day's agenda for the exchange meeting concluded smoothly.

According to the World Medical Association's plan, tomorrow, delegations from various countries will hold free clinics at Apple City's largest Fruit Plaza.

Back at the hotel, Pan Guangfa's expression was extremely grim.

He hadn't expected Ye Bufan to be so popular here, completely stealing the limelight and suppressing him, which made him hate him to death.

“No, I can't let him continue to hog the limelight. I absolutely cannot let him participate in tomorrow's free clinic. If this continues, my position in the Chinese Medical Association will be challenged.”

As he was thinking this, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Yang Zhengdao calling.

Pan Guangfa adjusted his emotions and pressed the answer button: “Hello, Director Yang.”

The Chinese Medical Association is a private organization, and the appointment of personnel is not subject to official management, but its operations are supervised and guided by the General Health Administration, so he spoke very politely.

In his opinion, Yang Zhengdao's call must be a慰问, asking about today's World Medical Association exchange. He had even prepared his words in advance.

First, he would praise his team, and as for Ye Bufan's performance, he would not mention a single word.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, Yang Zhengdao said, “Pan Guangfa, I need to inform you that from now on, you will no longer serve as the President of the Chinese Medical Association.”

“Wh-… What?”

Pan Guangfa's expression froze upon hearing this news. Although the Chinese Medical Association was not an official organization, he had put in tremendous effort to reach this position.

Especially the title of President, which had brought him endless honor and benefits over the years, he did not want to lose it so easily.

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“Director Yang, are you joking with me?”

“Of course not. I am informing you very formally.”

Yang Zhengdao's tone was very formal, with no hint of joking.

Seeing that the other party was serious, Pan Guangfa's expression turned grim. Since his interests were already threatened, he no longer bothered to save the other party's Face.

“Director Yang, I know you have some connection with Ye Bufan, and you are very displeased that I refused to let him join the association.

But there's one thing you need to understand: although you are the Director of the General Health Administration, my position as President was elected, and I do not accept your appointment.”

This was also the source of his confidence. The Chinese Medical Association is a private organization and does not accept official certification.

“You are right, the President is elected, and just now, the Chinese Medical Association held a new election, everything proceeding according to the prescribed procedures.

The election results: everyone unanimously recommended Ye Bufan to serve as the President of the Medical Association, and you lost.”

It turned out that after seeing their performances in the live broadcast, Yang Zhengdao called his secretary and asked him to immediately organize the Chinese Medical Association to hold a new election.

Pan Guangfa knew that although the General Health Administration could not directly appoint him to his position, it had the right to initiate an election.

However, he was a little confused. The committee members of the Chinese Medical Association usually had a good relationship with him, and they weren't familiar with Ye Bufan at all. Western medicine practitioners accounted for the vast majority of representatives, so why would he lose?

Pan Guangfa cried out in extreme unwillingness, “Director Yang, I don't believe it. How could I lose to Ye Bufan? He's just a Young man in his twenties, and a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner at that. Why should he be the President of the Medical Association?”

Yang Zhengdao said, “Because of his outstanding performance at the World Medical Association, and you have disappointed everyone too much.”

In fact, it was true. As the President of the Chinese Medical Association, Pan Guangfa slandered Traditional Chinese Medicine in front of the whole world, which was practically an act of treason, angering all the committee members of the Medical Association.

In stark contrast was Ye Bufan's excellent performance, which won the recognition and admiration of countless people.

It was precisely because of this that he only received a few scattered votes in the election, losing to Ye Bufan with an incredibly disastrous result.

Pan Guangfa was greatly astonished: “How did you know?”

“Of course, we watched the live broadcast of the World Medical Association. As President, do you not even know this?”

“I…”

Pan Guangfa truly felt like spitting blood.

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All along, he had been competing with Ye Bufan, especially upon arriving at Apple Hotel. Thinking about the presidential suite the other party was staying in above him, his Qi had been unsettled.

Therefore, he wasn't interested in many things and hadn't paid attention to the specific arrangements of the World Medical Association.

If he had known earlier that his every move would be broadcast back to Huaxia, and even live, he would never have done it.

It was too late to say anything now; everything had already become a fact.

Yang Zhengdao didn't bother with his reaction and said unceremoniously, “From now on, you will participate in the remaining activities as an ordinary member, and the President's authority will be exercised by Ye Bufan.”

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Pan Guangfa sat there, holding his phone, stunned. At this moment, he couldn't find suitable words to describe his mood.

Before, he had used his authority as President to keep Ye Bufan out of the delegation, and along the way, he had continuously provoked and suppressed him.

But he never expected that in just over a day, their positions would be swapped. The other person sat in the President's seat, while he became a subordinate.

“President, what's wrong?”

Zhang Jie saw his unusual expression and came over to ask.

After a long silence, Pan Guangfa said in a low voice, “From now on, I am not the President. Ye Bufan is the President.”

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite upstairs.

When the news of Ye Bufan becoming the new President of the Medical Association was made public, Cao Xinghua, Lou Baiming, and others immediately cheered. Though they were all old men with long beards and eyebrows, they were as happy as children.

Wang Xuande looked excited: “I said long ago that Medical Immortal would become the President of the Chinese Medical Association sooner or later…”

Lou Baiming laughed loudly: “It's truly what everyone hoped for! With Senior Brother's ability, it would be against the Dao if he didn't become President…”

Cao Xinghua said, “Now that Senior Brother is President, let's see if those guys still dare to look down on Traditional Chinese Medicine.”

In contrast, Ye Bufan was more composed. He had always disliked trouble and preferred to be a hands-off manager, even too lazy to manage his hundreds of billions in assets.

If it weren't for the development of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he really wouldn't want to be this President.

He waved his hand and said, “Alright, everyone, go back and rest as soon as possible. We still have a free clinic tomorrow.”

Cao Xinghua said confidently, “Don't worry, Senior Brother. This time, we must let those foreigners see our national essence and let them know what true Traditional Chinese Medicine is.”