Diary of the life of a working wizard

The call came through quickly.

"Zhijiang, what's the matter?" Zhou Xinping was obviously in a good mood. He answered the phone and asked with a smile.

I just treated a leader today, and the leader was full of praise for his medical skills.

"Teacher, I prepared carefully. I hope to be able to publish a paper at the seminar, but Dean Hong rejected it." Ding Zhijiang knew that his teacher had served leaders all year round and was used to the speech routines in official circles. Many words were clearly stated. He often had to make many rounds to explain clearly, but he was particularly disgusted by his disciples talking to him in roundabout ways, so when Ding Zhijiang saw the teacher asking questions, he answered directly.

"Really? Zhijiang, this is normal. After all, it is an international-level seminar. Experts from all over the world will gather there. You are still young after all. Hong Jingwen also had his considerations in making this arrangement. Don't be discouraged and keep working hard." Zhou Xinping heard this He frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his face. He had also read Ding Zhijiang's paper and agreed with it. After all, Ding Zhijiang was also his disciple. His disciple was outstanding, and he, the teacher, was proud of himself. Therefore, regarding the matter of letting Ding Zhijiang publish this paper at the seminar, Zhou Although Xinping did not mention it explicitly to Hong Jingwen, he hinted at it once during a phone call. Unexpectedly, Hong Jingwen killed Ding Zhijiang's paper, which naturally made Zhou Xinping feel a little unhappy. But after all, he was a person with status and status, and after all, the decision-making power on this matter rested with Jiangzhou University College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although he was unhappy, he couldn't express it in front of Ding Zhijiang.

"I understand this, teacher. I am still young, and there are always hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. When so many experts and seniors come over, I will still be lacking both in terms of level and qualifications, so I specially asked the teacher to take a look and help me check. The teacher thinks it is okay. , I dare to recommend myself to the college. Originally, if the college recommended Professor Wu Yongping and others, I would be convinced and I would not dare to complain to you, teacher. But teacher, do you know who was recommended by the college?" Ding Zhijiang first said very humbly As he spoke, his tone became very angry when he said the last sentence.

"Listening to your tone, it seems that you have suffered a big blow this time. Let me tell you." The unhappy look on Zhou Xinping's face became stronger, but his tone was still very relaxed and he didn't take it to heart. look.

Ding Zhijiang has studied medicine with Zhou Xinping for many years and knows his character. If his teacher really doesn't take this matter to heart, he may not listen to him and criticize him instead. So Ding Zhijiang met Zhou Xinping When I asked him to tell me, I knew that his teacher was actually unhappy. He immediately raised his eyebrows, showed a hint of joy, and continued: "He is an in-service graduate student from our college. It turns out that he is from the Cangbei County Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in our city. One of the attending physicians.”

"Oh? This Hong Wenjing doesn't seem to be a person who does things without discretion. Why would he ask an attending doctor to give a speech at such an important meeting? Is this attending doctor his student?" Zhou Xinping began in a relaxed tone. There was a hint of blame, and at the same time, I immediately thought that Hong Wenjing was hiding his selfish motives.

"No, he is a student of a new associate professor in the college. And the associate professor is only twenty-two years old." Ding Zhijiang saw the dissatisfaction in the teacher's tone and hurriedly added words of jealousy.

"What 22-year-old associate professor?" Zhou Xinping is a master of traditional Chinese medicine and usually interacts with big shots. Then he heard that the attending doctor was a student of an associate professor, and the associate professor was only 22 years old. I couldn't control my surprise and blurted out.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Xinping's face became a little ugly.

If my disciple Zhou Xinping is not allowed to join, I have to find someone decent to join. Even if Hong Wenjing found his disciple, Zhou Xinping would understand. After all, Jiangzhou University College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is the organizer, and everyone is selfish. Even if Hong Wenjing's behavior is excessive, it is not unjustifiable. But what does it mean to kill one's own disciple, but let a disciple of an associate professor, the chief physician of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in a mountainous county, come to work?

Is my direct disciple, Zhou Xinping, worse than a student of an associate professor, or worse than an attending doctor at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in a mountainous county? What's more, Zhou Xinping had specifically hinted to Hong Wenjing before.

"Yes, a twenty-two-year-old associate professor. He is a medical student under his tutelage. His teacher has passed away. I heard that he had a good relationship with Dean Feng in the past. Professor Feng supported him because of his friendship with his former friend. After a while, he became an associate professor. However, his medical skills were very poor. He was labeled as an expert but even a patient was not willing to come to the clinic. This was a disgrace to our college. And because he became an associate professor at a young age, he relied on his reputation With the support of Mr. Feng, his attitude is very arrogant. The teachers and students of our college have great opinions on him, but because of the face of Mr. Feng, we can only endure it. Unexpectedly, this time the college actually assigned His students." Ding Zhijiang continued to add information.

It turned out to be Feng Wenbo's person. No wonder Hong Wenjing pushed his person up, but it was too much and too ridiculous. Zhou Xinping thought to himself, with a trace of anger on his face.

But on the surface, Zhou Xinping put away his reproachful tone and said to Ding Zhijiang calmly: "Okay, I understand this matter."

"But teacher..." Ding Zhijiang saw that the teacher's tone was not kind, and he seemed to feel unfair to him. Now that he explained in such detail, he thought the teacher would be even more angry, but unexpectedly, he didn't express anything and just said lightly. After knowing it, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Be calm and don't be impatient. Zhijiang Traditional Chinese Medicine pays the most attention to self-cultivation. If you haven't cultivated enough yet, let's leave this matter as it is now. Let's wait until I go to Jiangzhou to talk about everything." Seeing Ding Zhijiang's anxiety, Zhou Xinping said with a slight frown.

"What the teacher is criticizing is that the student is waiting for the teacher in Jiangzhou City." Ding Zhijiang said hurriedly and humbly after hearing this.

"Well, you can just work peacefully. When I arrive, I will meet with that associate professor." Zhou Xinping's face softened slightly after hearing this, and he nodded.

Speaking of this, Ding Zhijiang naturally understood that this incident eventually aroused the teacher's dissatisfaction. It was just that in his position, he was unwilling to express his inner dissatisfaction directly, so Ding Zhijiang couldn't help but said with joy after hearing this: " Yes, yes, teacher, don’t worry, I will definitely work hard."

Zhou Xinping said a few more words of encouragement and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xinping tapped his fingers lightly on the table, with a hint of chill on his originally amiable face.

Beating a dog depends on the owner, not to mention that Ding Zhijiang is still his student, Zhou Xinping. Jiangzhou University College of Traditional Chinese Medicine does not give him face. Zhou Xinping, who is used to people's compliments and flattery, is naturally very unhappy.

But Feng Wenbo is also a figure after all, especially his son who is still a member of the Standing Committee of the Jiangnan Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Jiangzhou Municipal Party Committee. Although Zhou Xinping was dissatisfied, he couldn't call him directly to question him. Everything had to wait until he went to Jiangzhou. The city would have to meet him before taking action in detail. Otherwise, if it were another person, Zhou Xinping would have called him directly to question him a long time ago.

Just kidding, he, Zhou Xinping, would have been an extremely distinguished imperial doctor in the previous era, but the doctors below were just charlatans in the eyes of imperial doctors like them.

Just as Zhou Xinping tapped the table with his fingers, his driver knocked on the door and asked softly: "Professor Zhou, should we set off to pick up the old man?"

Ding Zhijiang almost made him forget important things. Hearing this, Zhou Xinping raised his hand and looked at his watch. He couldn't help but feel startled. He stood up hurriedly and said, "We have to go, but we can't let him wait for us."

Half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz drove directly into the platform, with Zhou Xinping sitting in the Mercedes-Benz. When the car stopped, he got out of the car and raised his hand to look at his watch. Many people looked at him with a trace of envy and yearning in their eyes.

They know that those who can drive the car directly to the train platform to pick up people are people with a certain status.

Zhou Xinping waited on the platform for a while, and then a train came and stopped.

An old man with silver hair and elegant temperament got off the train. When Zhou Xinping saw the old man coming down, his eyes suddenly lit up. He hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold the old man's arm. He said respectfully: "Master, you are on your way all the way." Thanks for your hard work"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, your master and I are still strong and healthy, so the journey is nothing." The old man looked at Zhou Xinping with relief and said with a smile.

If there were any Xuanmen people present at this time, they would definitely recognize this old man as Ye Sijian, the famous "Sai Huatuo" in Xuanmen.

The last Lingnan Spring City Taoist Conference, "Sai Huatuo" Ye Sijian also participated. Before the conference, Li Shipin, the grandson of the Italian Chinese businessman Li Weizhen, offended Xia Yunjie and was secretly punished by him, which caused the internal Qi to be disordered. He had no choice but to dissipate his power. At that time, Li Qingyuan did not know that Li Shipin was punished because he had offended his uncle, the head master. Yes, Xia Yunjie was also invited to help. Before Xia Yunjie arrived, "Sai Huatuo" Ye Sijian also arrived. Li Weizhen hurriedly asked Ye Sijian for help, but Ye Sijian was also at a loss.

"Master, you are really good at maintaining your health. I see that Master, your complexion is indeed better than before. You don't look like a ninety-year-old man at all." Zhou Xinping said with admiration and envy.

Zhou Xinping is already sixty-eight years old today, and he is considered to be an elderly person. When he sees that his ninety-year-old teacher doesn't look senile when he walks, he is naturally filled with admiration and envy.

"You can also see that my master has made a breakthrough in his practice recently, and he is even healthier than before." Ye Sijian said, but his thoughts involuntarily flew to the Xuanmen Conference in Spring City.

He could never forget Master Xia who taught them the Tao on the stage and who carried thunder with his body. It was because of listening to his sermon and the final drink that Ye Sijian broke through the bottleneck of spiritual practice. Over the years, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has entered the late stage of Qi refining. If you take good care of your body and practice cultivation, you will be able to achieve a level of foundation building that you never dared to dream of before. And he came here this time to visit Li Qinghong, Master Xia's nephew and a close friend.