Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

When Ji Desheng's hand hooked on Chen Zhao's shoulder, Chen Zhao couldn't help but tremble.

Ji Desheng said to Chen Zhao: "Hey, how about you donate the secret recipe? We know that we can repay the kindness. Dean Zhu is very kind to us, right?"

Chen Zhao quickly lowered his head and said vaguely: "I'm old and can't remember the formula..."

Ji Desheng was speechless at the time. The last time Liang Yan came to the city hospital, Chen Zhao had fooled her like this, pretending to be an old fool at critical moments. At that time, Ji Desheng was quite happy to see Liang Yan deflated.

Now it was his turn. Ji Desheng finally understood Liang Yan's mood at that time. He really wanted to spit all his old jokes on her face.

"I...I'm leaving first." Chen Zhao quickly got out of Ji Desheng's arm and ran away.

Ji Desheng looked at Chen Zhao's bamboo basket and shook his head. If he really forgot, was the medicine in it made by ghosts?

"This old guy!" Ji Desheng complained in a low voice.

Mr. Zhu reported Ji Desheng's prescription to his superiors, and the Health Bureau took it very seriously. Director Yan Yuqing followed Mr. Zhu directly back. Director Yan shook hands with Ji Desheng, handed Ji Desheng a cigarette, and lit it for him.

It made Ji Desheng feel embarrassed.

Chen Zhao finished giving medicine to the patient in the clinic and saw this scene as soon as he came out. He was afraid of bumping into these people, so he hurriedly slipped out of the back door. After running out the door, Chen Zhao's heart was beating fast and he was very nervous.

Director Yan went into the office with a few people to talk in detail, and then called Xu Yang in too.

Director Yan gave instructions: "The instructions say that traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure house, and we must fully tap the capabilities of traditional Chinese medicine. Now there are Chinese medicine gathering movements in various places, and they are all studying Chinese medicine and secret recipes."

"Especially for our Ji Desheng, Dr. Ji is willing to donate the family secret recipe. This is indeed a blessing for us in Nantong, so we must not let him down. We must maximize the value of the snake medicine."

"First of all, the first point is that we need to conduct a test on the dose, quantify it in the shortest time, and make a standard. In addition, we need to prepare experimental data and collect efficacy data."

Xu Yang replied: "Our hospital has been doing this for a long time, and we already have some detailed records of efficacy data."

"Okay, okay..." Director Yan couldn't help but nod and praise: "Everything is done beforehand or unforeseen, and you are very advanced. As for the experimental data, I think... how about letting the city hospital get involved? , let Liang Yan take charge."

"Hey! Stop!" Ji Desheng stood up immediately.

"What's wrong?" Director Yan asked.

Ji Desheng said: "I don't want Liang Yan to participate. She looks down on my snake medicine and calls me a liar. She and I can't work together."

Director Yan was stunned for a moment.

Xu Yang shook his head helplessly. Doctor Ji really had a clear distinction between love and hate. If Mr. Zhu was kind to him, he would be willing to give away the family secret recipe. Liang Yan once despised his snake medicine. He is still angry to this day and is unwilling to let her participate. Come in.

"Doctor Ji, that's it..." Director Yan was about to explain a few words to Liang Yan.

Xu Yang interrupted: "Yan Ju, I think we should respect Dr. Ji's opinion. After all, this is Dr. Ji's family secret recipe. In addition, Dean Liang is also responsible for the research on insect drugs, which may not be so big." Then put more energy into the snake medicine. Also, don’t we have a medical school in Nantong? It’s okay to let the medical school conduct experimental research with Dr. Ji.”

Ji Desheng nodded vigorously.

Mr. Zhu looked at Xu Yang. He felt that Xu Yang was quite smart. He didn't even let Director Yan finish his words before he pushed him back.

He didn't know that Xu Yang had done many sensible things.

Director Yan looked a little unhappy, but looking at Ji Desheng's determined look, he was also scolding Liang Yan in his mind for fooling around and treating the superior's mission as nonsense.

"Alas..." Yan Ju smiled bitterly: "Okay then, let the medical school cooperate with Dr. Ji in the research. In this way, I will go to the municipal party committee first and report to the secretary and mayor to see if we can let the science and technology committee take the lead. Get the project up and running.”

Yan Ju stood up: "Oh, by the way, Comrade Liangchun, the matter of changing the government to a public government that I told you has been decided."

"Okay." Zhu Liangchun smiled.

Yan Ju said goodbye to several people, especially shaking hands with Ji Desheng again, and then hurried to report to his superiors.

After everyone left, Ji Desheng asked Mr. Zhu: "Dean, what do you mean by changing to a public school?"

Mr. Zhu explained: “Our United Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is going to be taken over by the government and turned into a public Nantong Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.”

"Ah..." Ji Desheng was stunned.

Zhu Lao smiled and said: "From now on, we will be state workers and take care of the country's job."

Ji Desheng touched his head in surprise: "My dear mother, you are really successful this time."

Obviously, Ji Desheng's future does not end there.

In the same year, on April 1, the founding ceremony of Nantong Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was held at Wanyi Building in West Beef Lane.

All the city leaders came, the mayor was present in person, and celebrities from all walks of life were invited. Ji Desheng was also invited, and he was sitting in the VIP seat, right next to the mayor, and on the other side was the director of the Health Bureau, surrounded by leaders and celebrities from all walks of life.

This standard is quite high. Mr. Zhu is no more than the dean, and his position is not as good as that of Ji Desheng. As for doctors like Xu Yang, they can't sit in the VIP seats, they always sit in the back.

After Ji Desheng heard the news, he was so happy that he shouted that there was smoke coming out of the ancestral graves. Who among the generations of Ji's family could have such glory?

Since you are attending such an important meeting, you can't wear too shabby clothes. He searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, but couldn't find any decent clothes.

It was Mr. Zhu who sent Ji Desheng a Chinese tunic suit.

Ji Desheng went to the barber shop early, shaved his head and beard, and felt very refreshed.

Early in the morning, Ji Desheng took his whole family to Wanyi Building.

Ji Desheng felt that his mind was like a blur the whole time, and he couldn't hear clearly what others were saying. He just remembered to shake hands, shake hands, and shake hands again. People who he usually wouldn't even dare to look at now took the initiative to shake hands with him and were very polite to him. .

Especially when shaking hands with Sun Shi, he was even more excited and wiped his hands repeatedly, saying that this was the biggest leader he had ever come into contact with in his life.

During the break, Sun Shi was very concerned about Ji Desheng's situation. He asked Mr. Zhu if he had recruited Ji Desheng as a formal doctor. After the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is established, he must leave a formal staff for Dr. Ji and open a special snakebite department.

Zhu Lao said yes repeatedly.

Ji Desheng's grin reached behind his ears anyway, no matter what others said.

After the explanation, Sun Shi chatted with Ji Desheng again: "I heard that Doctor Ji used to be a snake dealer and sell snake medicine?"

"Ah? Ah...ah...ah!" Ji Desheng waited for a moment to react and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, he is a gangster, playing tricks with snakes, and then selling snake medicine."

Sun Shi said: "Oh, that must be very hard."

Ji Desheng said: "Yes, I have been working as a snake in the rivers and lakes, only to be hungry and full. If Dean Zhu hadn't asked me to come to the hospital for treatment, I would still be living in a beggar's den in the Tutu Temple."

Sun Shi said with emotion: "Yes, that's why we should pay attention to talents and work hard to discover the good secrets hidden among the folk. It would be such a waste if such a capable doctor is allowed to live among the people. Yes. Doctor Ji, from now on you will work well in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and serve the people well, and you will no longer have to live a homeless life."

Ji Desheng said hurriedly: "Yes, thank you to the government and the leadership for taking care of me."

Sun Shi waved his hand: "They are all serving the people."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit tense, and he joked again: "That's right, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see Dr. Ji perform a snake-charming performance in the future..."

"Haha..." Others in the lounge also let out friendly laughter.

Ji Desheng suddenly became excited: "Leader, can this still disappoint you?"

Sun Shi didn't understand at first: "Well, what do you mean?"

The people in the VIP seats were all in this lounge, and everyone looked at Ji Desheng in confusion.

Mr. Zhu also looked at Ji Desheng, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Ji Desheng was originally a performer, he had a strong desire to perform, and he was not afraid of anything. Seeing so many people looking at him, he immediately became excited, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his hands to the surroundings.

"Everyone, take a look, look up..." Ji Desheng shouted.

"Don't!" Mr. Zhu shouted urgently.

But it was already too late. Ji Desheng waved his hand, and he conjured two venomous snakes from who knows where. As soon as he waved his hand, the snakes wrapped around his neck and spit out snakes...

"Ah..." With a rhythmic scream, a lesbian fainted from fright.

Ji Desheng didn't feel that he was in trouble yet, so he grabbed the snake from his neck, put it between his five fingers, and let the snake snake around his five fingers: "Dear leaders, this is called Monkey King riding a dragon around the Five Fingers Mountain. Come on, close your eyes."

Just like before when he was running around in the world, he skillfully held the hand with the snake wrapped around its fingers and handed it to the leader. In order for others to see it more clearly, he even held it closer.

Good guy, another one got scared.

Then the lounge became a mess.

The inauguration ceremony... will be postponed for one hour.

(This story is not fictional, it is true, and is recorded in Zhu Liangchun’s memoirs~)