The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

"Dean Yang, are the requirements for recruiting teachers in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital so high, and do you have to solve difficult problems in the traditional Chinese medicine community?" Qin Fan raised his eyebrows, unable to tell whether he was really asking a question or deliberately making things difficult.

Yang Changlin blushed, knowing that this question was a bit excessive. Many big names in the field of traditional Chinese medicine were working hard to overcome heart disease, so how could Qin Fan know?

"What, you have already passed..."

"But I do have a cure for heart disease."

Before Yang Changlin could say the word "passed", he heard Qin Fan suddenly speak.

"What... what?"

His eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't hide his shock and asked, "Do you have a treatment?"

"The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic records that for heart disease, pain in the chest, fullness of the hypochondrium branches, and pain under the hypochondrium, the patient's meridians are taken and bleeding under the tongue from Shaoyin Taiyang occurs."

"It means to treat heart disease, you can take the acupoints on the Shaoyin Heart Meridian and the Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, and prick the acupoints under the tongue until bleeding. This is an auxiliary therapy with acupuncture. Then prescribe Wuzi Feixin Formula. After taking it for three months, change the formula to Tong Yu Zhengxin Recipe is expected to show results in the first half of the year."

"Can this work?"

Yang Changlin sometimes nodded and smiled, sometimes frowned in thought.

"Acupuncture has no therapeutic effect. It only invigorates qi and dissipates stasis. Only by dispersing the stasis near the heart can the power of the medicine nourish the heart. This is a therapeutic process."

"So...can it still be treated like this?"

Yang Changlin murmured blankly, this method is simply unheard of, if it is made public, it will set off a huge storm in the world of traditional Chinese medicine!

Likewise, if this method proves feasible, then Qin Fan's achievements will not be lower than any of the masters of Chinese medicine!

Of course, some things require channels. For example, at Qin Fan's age, no matter whether the method he said is effective or not, no one will believe it. This is an era of qualifications. Traditional Chinese Medicine requires more qualifications and age.

The only way is to publish it in the name of someone else, such as Ho Tung Chu or Xue Delin. With their status, as long as they say something related to traditional Chinese medicine, it will cause shock.

Even if it is said that eating poop can nourish the kidneys, there will still be a large group of people happily researching various methods of cooking poop.

Yang Changlin thought over Qin Fan's words carefully, frowned and asked in confusion: "That's not right. I have read the "Huangdi Neijing" well, and there is no such record in it."

Qin Fan smiled and said: "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic has been passed down to this day. Many famous doctors in history have modified and annotated it, so there are dozens of versions on the market, and it is normal for the content to vary."

"Who do you study under?"

Yang Changlin thought it was right, and looked at Qin Fan thoughtfully, with envy and curiosity in his eyes.

He has the ability to attract attention at such a young age, and his family background can be imagined.

Although it's a bit bad to blame one's success on family, but if you don't have a family background, where can you learn your true skills?

The reason for the decline of traditional Chinese medicine is that it cherishes its own medicine and does not easily teach medical skills to outsiders. The ancestors' saying "teaching the disciples to starve the master to death" has affected the present.

Qin Fan said calmly: "My master is just an ordinary charlatan. He knows some ancestral medical skills. There is nothing to say."

If Shangguan Xue hears these words, she will definitely tear out his ears with anger. What a quack, I am a ghost doctor. Even the master of Chinese medicine will shout "Senior" when she sees her.

Yang Changlin smiled and didn't take his words seriously. The word "ancestral" can prove the gold content of his medical skills. How can people with no ability or ability pass down medical skills?

It must be that Qin Fan has a strict family tradition and cannot show off his family background casually. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to be famous for his high medical skills.

"We don't have many teachers in the college, so the offices are all separate. Except for the office with a photo on the door, you can choose any other."

Yang Changlin handed him a notice with Qin Fan's photo on it and said, "Choose the office you like and just put this on the door. You go and choose first and I will help you arrange the course information."

"it is good!"

Qin Fan took the notice and went out. This floor was full of office areas. It could be seen that there were not many teachers in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. There was only one photo posted every few offices, and there were only eight people in total.

He chose a room at the end of the corridor, which contained a desk, a chair, a desktop computer and other tools.

"This angle is good, you can see the playground, oh... there are so many big white rabbits..." Qin Fan moved his chair to the window and drooled as he looked at the female students exercising on the playground.

Boom!

Qin Fan was still admiring the beautiful scenery when there was a knock on the door.

After thinking about it, I didn't know anyone, so how could someone come to visit me?

Doubtful in my heart, but my feet were not idle, I walked over and opened the door. It was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears.

"Who are you?" Qin Fan was puzzled.

"Are you Teacher Qin Fanqin?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes! I am!" Qin Fan nodded.

"I am Jiang Song, director of the teaching and research section of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Dean Yang said that you didn't know the way when you first arrived, so he asked me to take you to the classroom." Jiang Song said.

"Trouble!"

Qin Fan agreed directly, then closed the office door and followed Jiang Song.

According to Du Baichuan, Qin Fan is best at acupuncture, so Yang Changlin arranged acupuncture courses for him. There are three classes in total today.

In fact, most of the students who apply for medical colleges of traditional Chinese medicine do not really want to learn traditional Chinese medicine, but are just going through the motions.

Why?

It's not because the newly opened colleges have low admission scores and are not as difficult to pass as popular colleges. No matter which college you enter, you should first enter Peng University, then wait for the new semester to change your major, and then transfer to other colleges legitimately.

Therefore, those students are taking courses in traditional Chinese medicine, but they are holding textbooks from other courses in order to cope with the exams for changing majors.

It’s not easy for teachers to take care of this kind of thing. Those teachers were all brought by Yang Changlin from the hospital to make up the numbers. They are used to being sophisticated and tactful, and they will always compromise habitually. As a result, the students are getting more and more aggressive, and many of them don’t even bother to go to the classroom. go.

Soon, Jiang Song took Qin Fan to a lecture theater.

"It's already been this month, and there are still new students transferring in?"

"Tch, I must have come to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine through some connections, and then transferred out after the next semester. It's a routine operation."

After Qin Fan and Jiang Song entered the classroom, more than thirty students inside started discussing.

Jiang Song patted the desk. After the students were quiet, he stopped talking and stood on the podium, cleared his throat and said, "Dear students, let me introduce you. This is your new acupuncture teacher Qin Fan!"

boom…

The whole class was in an uproar!

"He is a teacher? Did I hear correctly?"

"Wow, how can the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine have such a young and handsome teacher?"

Looking at the noisy students below, Jiang Song looked a little ugly. He slapped the desk and said in a deep voice: "Quiet! Although Teacher Qin is young, he is a famous doctor recommended by Dean Yang. His teaching experience... um... You guys go to class, I have something else to do!”

Jiang Song originally wanted to praise Qin Fan, but when he thought about his age, he couldn't say anything. He has rich teaching experience?Let’s wait a few decades.

Jiang Song was afraid that these students would ask some weird questions, so he quickly said to Qin Fan: "Teacher Qin, get to know your classmates well. I believe they will like you!"

"Thank you, Director Jiang!"

As soon as Jiang Song left the classroom, thirty pairs of eyes stared at him, full of scrutiny.

Facing the hail of bullets, Qin Fan didn't even frown, but when he faced the looks of these students, his heart actually beat faster.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll be shy..."

"Pfft..."

When Qin Fan said this, it was like a trigger, and everyone in the class started chattering.

"A teacher with this kind of virtue is definitely a relative of the school leaders."

"Tsk, we are just going through the motions anyway, so let's just let the teacher be the best."

"But this feeling is so unpleasant. We paid for it!"

All kinds of ridicules were unbearable, and everyone was questioning Qin Fan's expertise.

Looking at the chattering crowd, Qin Fan felt infinitely aggrieved and said, "Am I so handsome? Are you willing to bully me?"

so handsome?

His opening made the classroom explode, and one or two of them mocked each other even more fiercely.

"Teacher, are you the funny guy invited by the monkey? Can you do somersaults? Come and perform two?"

"Maybe it's not a monkey, but what if it's a pig? Will it bark?"

Qin Fan stood on the podium, neither angry nor angry. What did he not experience when he entered the underground world?How could he be angered by the few words of a few students?

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling at the students' playful curses.

Gradually, the students realized something was wrong. This guy showed such a lewd smile. Could it be the calm before the storm?

One, two, three... more and more people fell silent, and the classroom suddenly became quiet.