Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

"Dean Lin, I am Chen Zhenghong."

After lunch, Chen Zhenghong called Lin Weidong.

"Teacher Chen."

Lin Weidong frowned slightly, suppressed his impatience and said, "What's the matter?"

"Dean Lin, didn't I agree with you last time that we would have a meal together?"

Chen Zhenghong smiled and said: "It just so happens that my son has come back in the past two days, or tonight, is it convenient for you?"

"I may not have time in these two days."

Lin Weidong said: "To be honest with Mr. Chen, I'm very busy right now. I'm so busy that my chest is touching my back. How about a while?"

"Dean Lin, it's not easy for my son to come back. Isn't this just the right time to save up?"

Chen Zhenghong said hurriedly that he wanted to try his best.

Just halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Lin Weidong: "It's okay. I'll talk about it when I have the chance next time. Don't worry, that's it."

"It's not easy for your son to come back. It's easy for everyone."

Lin Weidong hung up the phone and couldn't help but complain.

He was just his son's teacher when he was in junior high school. They met him accidentally last time. Due to human kindness, Lin Weidong could only say a few words and said that they would have a meal next time. Unexpectedly, the other party took him seriously.

As the director of Jinping District Hospital, Lin Weidong's doorstep is easily crossed by those who want to visit him every day.

A Class II A hospital may seem to many people to be a Class II hospital, but in fact, the director of a Class II A hospital is quite impressive.

If there aren’t too many medical students graduating every year now, how can a tertiary hospital possibly accept them all?

For most graduates, as long as they can enter a second-level hospital, that would be great.

At the very least, I have entered the hospital and put on a white coat, which is much better than those who cannot enter the hospital after graduation.

It is said that medical students are hard, and it is indeed hard. But after a few years of hard work, no one wants to be more miserable after graduation. I don’t know how many parents are looking for connections and giving gifts to their children.

Chen Zhenghong was a junior high school teacher who was about to retire, so Lin Weidong naturally looked down upon him.

"Dad, I'm back."

When Chen Yang entered the door, he saw his father sitting on the sofa and sighing.

"what happened?"

Chen Yang walked over and asked.

"nothing."

Chen Zhenghong shook his head expressionlessly, then stood up and walked towards the room.

Halfway through, a voice came over: "That Dean Lin said he has been a little busy recently, and we will talk about the meal next time."

"..."

Chen Yang opened his mouth: "I understand."

It seems that Dad was rejected by Dean Lin.

This was actually what Chen Yang had expected.

Even though the old man is a teacher, in fact he is not very good at being sociable.

Chen Yang guessed that Dean Lin might just be polite, but the old man took it seriously.

Looking at the old man's lonely back, Chen Yang pondered for a moment, picked up his phone and rummaged through his address book.

The old man has been worrying about his return to the provincial capital to work for a while. Although Chen Yang has explained it many times, the old man still doesn't believe it.

So Chen Yang decided to find a way to make the old man believe him, so as not to worry about his work all the time and be angry with others.

Just looking around, Chen Yang couldn't find the right person.

Chen Yang's idea was to find someone to make an appointment with Dean Lin, call the old man, have a meal in the evening or something, so that the old man would believe him.

But if you ask someone else for help, this person must be familiar with it, otherwise it will not be suitable.

Chen Yang now knows a lot of chief physicians in tertiary hospitals, such as Director Tian Jikangtian of the Provincial Hospital, and several seniors, but Chen Yang is really embarrassed to speak about this kind of thing.

"Teacher Chen."

As soon as the old man returned to the room, the phone rang again. The call was from Teacher Gao of the school.

"Teacher Gao." Chen Zhenghong said politely.

"Teacher Chen, how did you go about the things I asked you to inquire about yesterday?" Teacher Gao also asked politely.

"Look at me, I forgot all about this."

Chen Zhenghong said sheepishly: "Yangyang is at home now. Just wait a moment and I'll ask. But don't have too much hope."

"Mr. Chen, look at what you said, I just want to know which Chinese medicine practitioner in our province is good and reliable, and I don't want Yangyang to help hire someone. I just want to ask, if they study Chinese medicine, I must know." Teacher Gao said with a smile.

In fact, Teacher Gao’s idea is correct. People in the industry do know some inside information. Today’s traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are not just as good as their titles.

Some professors and chief physicians may be half-hearted and half-hearted, while others may not be well-known, but they really have a good way of treating patients. These things are not something that laymen can know.

Moreover, medical students can indeed come into contact with some outstanding people in school. Some old professors in the school cannot be underestimated. They are almost the ceiling-level experts that many medical students can come into contact with in their lifetime.

"I'll ask right now and get back to you."

Chen Zhenghong said a few polite words and hung up the phone.

"Yangyang."

Chen Zhenghong opened the door again and came out.

"Dad." Chen Yang stood up.

"I want to ask you something."

Chen Zhenghong said: "In our province, do you know those old Chinese doctors who are better at treating patients?"

"Why do you ask this?" Chen Yang asked.

"A colleague of mine asked me to inquire."

Chen Zhenghong said: "They just ask who is more reliable. We don't need to invite anyone."

"......"

Chen Zhenghong's question stopped Chen Yang for a while: "My master is Professor Wu Yaolin and Professor He Wenliang from the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Okay, I see."

Chen Zhenghong replied, entered the room again, and called Teacher Gao back.

"Professor Wu Yaolin Wu, Professor He Wenlianghe?"

When Teacher Gao heard this, he was speechless for a moment. He was indeed asking Chen Yang to inquire, but the ceilings of these two people mentioned by Chen Yang were too high, right?

Is it possible for their family to hire experts of this level?

Because he is a teacher, Teacher Gao is very aware of the level of university professors.

In hospitals, experts with dual professional titles are often the best, more powerful than attending physicians with pure physician titles, and old professors from universities are definitely the top men in the industry.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen."

Teacher Gao still said thank you.

Today is the weekend and Chen Zhenghong does not have to go to school. Teacher Gao also accompanied his wife to visit his mother-in-law in the hospital today.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Jinping said to his wife: "Teacher Chen told me about two people, Professor Wu Yaolin and Wu from the Provincial University of Medical Sciences, and Professor He Wenliang and He from the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

As he spoke, Gao Jinping smiled bitterly and said: "How can we know such a great professor? How can we hire him? Lao Chen's son has also studied Chinese medicine, and the one who knows him may be an old professor in the school."