Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

Professor He introduced this old expert to Xu Yang. He took Xu Yang out and said as he walked: "Yes, this person's surname is Hao. He will be almost 90 this year."

"You are still young, so you may not necessarily know. This old expert is very qualified. He was originally transferred to Beijing with his teacher, and has since stayed at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"He was already famous in the 1950s, and later worked in the treatment room for foreign guests and senior cadres at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Later he went to the 305th Hospital of the People's Liberation Army and worked for decades. Deputy Director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.”

Xu Yang nodded. Everyone in the industry of this hospital knew that it was also open to the outside world and ordinary people could come here for medical treatment.

In addition to providing medical treatment to ordinary people, it is also responsible for providing health services to senior leaders.

Professor He glanced at Xu Yang and continued: "You are still young and have just graduated. You have just entered the field of traditional Chinese medicine. You may not necessarily know Mr. Hao."

"But Mr. Hao is very willing to support the younger generation. As long as he can like it, he will more or less give a few words. However, recently I mainly heard that Mr. Hao intends to recruit another apprentice to be responsible for sorting out his academic work. Thoughts and related medical records, so this is the main reason why I called you here."

Xu Yang stopped for a moment and said in shock: "You want me to become Mr. Hao's disciple?"

Professor He nodded: "Yes, Mr. Hao's level of Chinese medicine is still very high and very comprehensive. It is a rare opportunity to be an apprentice of a national-level Chinese medicine doctor. Isn't it wrong for you?"

Xu Yang was stunned for a moment. He was too aggrieved to be aggrieved, but the key point was that he didn't have the time to sort out academic thoughts for others. He still had to treat illnesses and save people.

In fact, many Chinese medicine practitioners are like this. The more capable a Chinese medicine practitioner is, the more patients they have, and there is not enough time to read, treat, and educate their apprentices every day. Therefore, many veteran Chinese medicine practitioners wait until they are close to dying before they begin to salvage academic ideas and medical experience.

The more popular approach now is for the apprentice to sort out the master's experience. One knows it better, and the second one also has the time and energy. After all, the apprentice is not as popular as the master!

Many old Chinese medicine practitioners have many apprentices, but there are only a few real successors. Others are only in name only, some are even Chinese medicine enthusiasts, some are clinic operators, or media figures.

Professor He said: "You kid, please don't feel that organizing your experience has wronged you. In fact, this is also an improvement for you. In this process, it is also a sorting out of your own experience."

"Xu Yang, your theoretical foundation is surprisingly good. In the past, you were the best at analyzing and organizing medical records in school. What's even more rare is that you have such high medical skills now. Therefore, this job is the most suitable for you. of!"

"I……"

Xu Yanggang wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Professor He.

Professor He lowered his voice and whispered: "To sort out the experience for Mr. Hao, you need to meet Mr. Hao frequently, or even stay together for a long time. This is different from being a nominal apprentice."

"What's more, you are so good, you are very likely to become Mr. Hao's beloved disciple, or even the heir to his legacy. An old expert like Mr. Hao who has worked in health care for many years can bring you help that other doctors cannot. .”

Xu Yang was speechless for a moment.

Now Professor He is no longer helping him to consider issues such as work and employment or medical skills, but helping him plan his future.

Doctors also have to talk about the future!

Xu Yang had a lot of words stuck in his chest.

Professor He smiled slightly and patted Xu Yang on the shoulder: "Behave well."

Then the two came to the door of the hospital.

In addition to them, there was also a vice president from the hospital, and several directors from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. They didn't hold a grand welcome ceremony, but well-known traditional Chinese medicine experts from the traditional Chinese medicine hospital came to welcome him.

Two directors from the Western Medicine Department also came, and they were the doctors in charge of this patient. If players from other countries come, they don’t necessarily have to come to the door to greet them, it’s the same thing directly in the clinic. But the key point is that Mr. Hao is an old expert who has been doing health care work for many years, so this is different.

Professor He, as the patient's traditional Chinese medicine attending, stood very far in the front, just behind the dean. And Xu Yang was also pushed over by him and stood behind him, not showing his face, but his position was very close to the front.

As a family member of the patient, Zhu Qingqing also stood in the front. Mr. Hao was invited by her father from Beijing. She glanced at Xu Yang, who was standing behind Professor He, and frowned slightly, but said nothing and continued to look ahead and wait.

Soon, a nanny car drove to the door of the hospital.

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

A man in a suit got out of the car and opened the door for them. An old man with white hair and a young man got out of the back seat.

Professor He introduced Xu Yang in a low voice: "That old man is Mr. Hao."

Xu Yang looked up and happened to see Mr. Hao walking around the front of the car without seeing his face. He asked, "What is Mr. Hao's full name?"

Professor He said: "Hao Pingchuan."

Xu Yang recalled it, but there was really no impression in his mind. Was he transferred to Beijing with his teacher in the 1950s? Did he come after 1957? Xu Yang didn't ask much, but there was indeed no one named Hao Pingchuan he knew.

"Dad!" Zhu Qingqing shouted happily.

"Mr. Hao, you are welcome to guide the work." The dean also greeted him.

Although Mr. Hao is already in his eighties, his complexion is excellent, his face is rosy and he is full of energy. The gray hair is still quite thick, and he doesn't need help at all when walking. This spirit and physical condition are much better than those of some people in their sixties or seventies.

Mr. Hao shook hands with the dean and said with a smile: "Dean Wang is too polite. I just came here for a consultation. Look at this... there is no need to come to greet me."

Xu Yang finally saw Mr. Hao's face clearly. When he saw it, Xu Yang looked stunned. His eyes were fixed on Mr. Hao's face and he couldn't move away.

"Why does it feel so familiar?" Xu Yang muttered in his heart.

The dean said very politely: "You are a senior, and you are here for medical treatment. But it is an excellent learning opportunity for us! Have you worked hard on this journey?"

Mr. Hao smiled heartily: "Hahaha, luckily it's me who's here this time! If it were any other old man, he would probably be too tired to get out of the car at this time. Speaking of the physical strength of us old Chinese doctors, our generation Among people, I am definitely the best.”

Hearing this, Xu Yang became alert.

The tone of the peer-to-peer, invincible, forcefully pretending genre is so familiar!

In an instant, the mean young face in Xu Yang's memory suddenly overlapped with the old man in front of him!

Xu Yang lost his voice for a moment: "Holy shit, Xiao Hao?"