Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 609

"Come to visit Mr. Feng, then you should call him and tell him about it."

Zhao Yifan was a little speechless, and said, "Why are you calling me?"

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Feng asked me to call you."

Tang Yuntao on the phone explained with a wry smile: "He said that those people had called him before and asked him if he wanted to give lectures at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. If so, those people would also like to attend the lectures, but you will not come tomorrow Lectures, so what Feng Lao means is that he can’t make the decision on this matter, and you still need to agree.”

Only then did Zhao Yifan understand the cause and effect of the matter, frowned slightly, and said, "There are people from other hospitals? Are they all Chinese medicine?"

"No, there are Chinese medicine and Western medicine."

Tang Yuntao explained.

"Chinese medicine is nothing more than that. Those who study western medicine, why come here to join in the fun?" Zhao Yifan was a little puzzled.

"Isn't the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine popular now?"

Tang Yuntao explained with a smile: "Especially when famous people like Mr. Feng give lectures, these people will naturally follow after hearing the news. Even if they don't understand, they can still brag about it to others when the time comes. Those who have listened to Mr. Feng's lectures can be regarded as plating a layer of gold on themselves."

"Can this be considered gold-plated?"

Zhao Yifan frowned, feeling speechless.

"Forget it."

Tang Yuntao guessed what Zhao Yifan was thinking, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, I really think that Western medicine is sometimes more impetuous than Chinese medicine."

"Yun Tao, what you said is wrong."

Zhao Yifan sighed, and said, "It's not that western medicine is more impetuous than Chinese medicine. What's really impetuous is actually the human heart."

Tang Yuntao was startled, and said, "Mr. Zhao, you are right."

"Okay, I know about this."

Zhao Yifan changed the subject and said, "But you have to control the number of people who come to the class, um... just let them come to a maximum of ten people."

"Ten people? Is it a little less?"

Tang Yuntao smiled bitterly, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Zhao, as far as I know, there are probably more than 100 people who want to come."

"They want to listen to Mr. Feng's lecture?"

Zhao Yifan smiled, and said flatly: "If they know that I'm the one giving the lecture, I guess it won't even be a fraction."

"It is."

Tang Yuntao admitted, "But Mr. Zhao, the rest of them won't come, but just the teachers and students of our school, I'm afraid there are hundreds of people who want to listen to your lecture."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, you tell them later, at most ten people are allowed to come."

Zhao Yifan said indifferently: "This number of people is enough. Instead of letting these impetuous people attend the class, it is better to let more people from our school come."

"Okay, I know Mr. Zhao, I'll tell them right away."

Hearing Zhao Yifan's tone, Tang Yuntao understood that he would not change his mind, and naturally he would not go to make fun of himself. Most importantly, he also agreed with Zhao Yifan's thoughts.

Instead of giving these people the places to attend the lectures, it is better to let a few more teachers and students from the traditional Chinese medicine hospital to attend the lectures.

After all, there are not many opportunities for Zhao Yifan to give lectures in person.

Especially what Zhao Yifan intends to talk about this time is the basic theory of Chinese medicine.

Tang Yuntao has naturally read the basic theory of Chinese medicine written by Mr. Feng. In his opinion, since Zhao Yifan is going to talk about the basic theory of Chinese medicine this time, he must have different opinions.

Tang Yuntao has been immersed in Chinese medicine for decades. He deeply understands a truth. The basic theory of Chinese medicine is like the root of a tree. As the saying goes, there is no root. Where does the root come from?This is the so-called weak foundation, how can we talk about going deeper?

A tall building rises on the ground, and if the foundation is not solid, then the rest are castles in the air!
"...Okay, I see Dean Tang, thank you for telling me the news."

In the dean's office of the Fourth People's Hospital of Qingzhou City, after Yuan Bo hung up the phone, he asked a doctor next to him, "Has Dean He finished the meeting?"

"not yet."

The doctor said, "What did Dean Tang say?"

"He said Dean He can go."

Yuan Bo said playfully, "Since the number of places is limited, there is no way for those of us to go."

"limited spots?"

The doctor frowned when he heard the words, and said: "The lecture hall of their TCM college is enough for more than 200 people to sit down. How many people can we go to the hospital, and how many seats can we occupy?" After a pause, he said: "Didn't Dean He meet Mr. Feng a few times in Kyoto before, and had dinner together? Could it be that Mr. Feng didn't even give this face?"

"I don't know that."

Yuan Bo shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "It depends on whether Dean He has enough face."

At this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and Dean He, a tall man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, walked in with a stack of documents between them.

"Dean He, you're done with the meeting."

Yuan Bo and the doctor stood up quickly and greeted Dean He.

Dean He nodded, hummed, threw the document on the table, took a sip from the teacup, and said to Yuan Bo, "Director Yuan, did Mr. Feng answer?"

"Dean He, Dean Tang from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine called just now."

Yuan Bo said: "He said that the number of places is very tight, and our hospital can only give one place."

"what?"

Dean He was taken aback for a moment, and a look of dissatisfaction suddenly appeared on his face, and he said annoyedly, "Only one quota is given? Is there a mistake? Is this what Feng Lao meant, or Tang Yuntao?"

"I'm not so sure either."

Yuan Bo said, "It's Dean Tang calling."

"I'll call Mr. Feng."

Dean He took out his mobile phone while talking.

Seeing this, Yuan Bo quickly said: "Dean He, it's getting late now, I guess Mr. Feng has already rested? Besides, you called Mr. Feng before, but the person who answered the call was Dean Tang. I reckon this must be what Feng Lao meant, right? What do you think?"

Dean He stopped his hand, thought for a while, nodded slowly, and said, "You're right." After a pause, he continued, "Then tomorrow morning, I'll give Mr. Call and ask."

He glanced at Yuan Bo and the doctor, and said, "Director Yuan, Director Fan, both of you are excellent students who graduated from medical universities. Although we are practicing Western medicine, isn't it popular to combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine now? This time, Feng It is an opportunity for you to be able to come to Qingzhou City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to teach, exchange and study. After all, Mr. Feng is not an ordinary person. His reputation in the Chinese medicine field is obvious to all. This time, if you can get acquainted with Mr. Feng, you can also expand your network."

Yuan Bo nodded repeatedly and said, "President He, you are right."

Director Fan frowned slightly, and said, "Dean He, since this is the case, then I won't go. Anyway, I mainly focus on Western medicine, and Mr. Feng is a Chinese medicine doctor. It doesn't make sense for me to go. You and Director Yuan Going, it's nothing more than one more person, I believe Mr. Feng won't mind."

"Don't, Director Fan."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Bo hurriedly said beside him: "You are an outstanding student who graduated from the Royal Academy of Medicine in Latin America. On this occasion, you represent not only an individual, but also our hospital. Dean He, do you think I am right? "

Dean He nodded, and said to Director Fan: "Xiao Fan, Director Yuan is right. This kind of occasion is very rare. Although Mr. Feng is a Chinese medicine practitioner and you are a Western medicine practitioner, in the final analysis, we all It’s a doctor, medicine knows no borders between you and me, are you right?”

"Dean He is right."

Director Fan nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart, but he didn't want to refute him because of Dean He's face.

"Okay, that's it."

Dean He waved his hand and said in an orderly tone, "All three of us will go over tomorrow morning."

After Dean He left, Yuan Bo and Director Fan also left the hospital. On the way, they chatted one after another.

"Director Yuan, is Mr. Feng's status in the Chinese medicine field so high?"

Director Fan asked with some doubts: "I have only heard of Mr. Feng's name before, and know that he has compiled a Chinese medicine textbook, but I don't know why he is so famous in the Chinese medicine field. Director Yuan, you know Is there a reason for this?"

"Mr. Feng is the dean of the Kyoto City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Yuan Bo said like a few treasures: "He not only compiled a textbook of Chinese medicine, but to be precise, there are many Chinese medicine textbooks in China that will be reviewed. Feng Lao's opinion is sought. In addition, Feng Lao is also a health care doctor for many important people. , Among Feng Lao's many titles, the latter is actually the most important." He seemed to know everything.

"Oh, that's what it is."

Director Fan curled his lips when he heard the words, and said disdainfully: "You are taking the high-level route, no wonder you are so famous, medical skills, in fact, in the end, you still have to learn from the real talent, although patients will be treated because of a doctor's reputation. , and go to this doctor for consultation, but if the disease cannot be cured in the end, it will be in vain no matter how famous it is. In this regard, Chinese medicine is far behind Western medicine. As far as I know, many Western medicine An authoritative professor, there are real materials, and he did not follow the so-called upper-level route, but has accumulated a reputation for treating patients with medical skills."

"Director Fan, you are right."

When Yuan Bo heard Director Fan's words, he secretly laughed. Director Fan is very young this year, but only in his 30s, and he is a talented student who graduated from the Royal Academy of Medicine in Latin America. He is typically arrogant.

Relying on his outstanding experience, after coming to the Fourth People's Hospital of Qingzhou City, he was promoted from an outpatient doctor to the current director in just two or three years. This speed has already made many western doctors envious, but Director Fan still Is dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)