Military marriage, the last big man married the soldier king, the stronger the stronger

Everyone in the small square looked at Jiang Yan, some scrutinizing her and some questioning her. She was too young, and even if Si Qianjin said she had real skills, others would still doubt her.

The dean smiled awkwardly, "Little comrade, how old are you this year?"

Jiang Yan started talking nonsense seriously, "I'm twenty-five.

"In fact, she is only twenty years old, but Jiang Yan knows that the dean is worried about her young age, so he arbitrarily added a few years to her age. He doesn't know how to look at his household registration book.

Si Qianjin and Si Lu, the father and son, looked at Jiang Yan's nonsense seriously and nodded in cooperation.

The dean seemed to be a little relieved, really just a little, because twenty-five years old is too young for a doctor.

"Um, do you mind if I ask which school you graduated from?"

Jiang Yan shook her head. "Of course I don't mind. I graduated from the Hunan Military Academy, where I majored in clinical medicine."

Military doctor?

The dean's eyes lit up. This is good, this is good! Those selected by the army are all excellent talents. Although 25 years old is a little young, it does not mean that they are incapable.

The dean was also a double standard person. When he heard that Jiang Yan graduated from the army, he immediately felt relieved. It's not good, but it shouldn't be bad either...

"Well, how about letting this young comrade show it to the old heroes?"

In fact, the sanatorium is equipped with health doctors, who are on call 24 hours a day and ready to deal with emergencies at any time. After all, the old heroes are old, and problems are likely to occur during the change of seasons.

"Just take a look. Dean Ding, you are too cautious. It's just a medical consultation. How can a little girl harm me?"

"That's right. We old guys are buried up to our chins in the dirt. How can others afford to hurt us?"

"If you scholars weren't so cunning, I wouldn't have understood what you meant. I was worried that the little girl would be ruined by us after making such a fuss for so long."

"Although Lao Si is not a good person, he is still quite reliable. He will not harm us old brothers."

Well, Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror—he looked neither human nor human.

"Then let's take a look. Let me tell you, this granddaughter-in-law is very busy. If I hadn't invited her, no one else could have."

"Oh?" Everyone became interested when they heard this and asked Jiang Yan why he was so busy.

As they talked, they returned to the room. Because Jiang Yan was going to see the old heroes next, for convenience, Dean Ding specially opened a small meeting room with many beds in it for the old heroes to rest, as well as sofas, chairs, offices, etc. It was fully prepared.

When they heard that someone was going to see the heroes, the health doctors from the sanatorium also came over to watch the fun. Of course, they could only watch from outside the temporary treatment room and could not go in.

Jiang Yan was already reading the medical records of the old heroes.

"Hey, what can that doctor, who looks so young, understand?"

"I don't know." These three words were said with deep meaning, even with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was waiting to see Jiang Yan's excitement.

"It's hard to say. Let's wait and see."

The attitudes of all the doctors were surprisingly consistent. No one openly mocked or said anything unpleasant.

After all, Si Qianjin's status and position are there. How desperate must they be to publicly mock someone introduced by a big boss?

Those who can work in a nursing home, in addition to having excellent medical skills, also have high emotional intelligence. Even if they have any ideas, they only think about them in their heart and will not say them in public, exposing other people's shortcomings and making themselves look particularly low-class.

However, overall I am not optimistic.

While Jiang Yan was seeing the patient, several old heroes couldn't help but ask the previous question.

"Old Si, tell me, what is your granddaughter-in-law busy with, and why can't others invite her."

Si Qianjin said complacently: "She, well, it's not a big deal. The higher-ups asked her to take the lead and set up a team to research new drugs. Don't look at my granddaughter-in-law's young age, but she is the team leader. Her team members are older than her, so they still have to listen to her."

Si Qianjin's boastful look seemed like a dream back to 30 years ago, when the war was raging and Si Qianjin was already a regimental-level cadre. He had a characteristic in leading troops, which was that he liked to chat with his subordinates to relax them. When people relax, their brains work better and they will be more energetic in fighting.

Si Qianjin's old comrade couldn't help but reach out his hand and nodded at Si Qianjin twice, "You are still as boastful as you were when you were young."

"Hey, I'm not bragging, I'm telling the truth. My wife is an excellent student."

"That's true. Medicine is something that not everyone can research. You mention those little pills. They cost several dollars each. Oh, that's too expensive."

"So, you have to have real skills to do this job."

In the eyes of their older generation, medicine and pharmacy are inseparable, so these old heroes naturally think that there is nothing wrong with doctors being able to make medicine.

However, the health doctors in the sanatorium know that modern medicine is completely different from the old ways. The disciplines are divided more detailedly. There are many types of medicine alone. Some basics of medical science are inseparable, but there are great differences in research.

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. Being able to lead a team in scientific research showed that she was very strong in the field of pharmacy. However, being good at pharmacy did not mean that she could treat patients. Was that possible?

At this moment, Jiang Yan put down the medical records in his hand and said, "Okay, I have finished reading the medical records. Now I can start treating the old heroes."

After that, she opened the medicine box and took out...

???

Pulse pillow?

"Am I seeing things?" A health doctor looked at the person next to him, took off his glasses, and put them back on.

Could it be that my eyesight has deteriorated recently and glasses don’t work well anymore?

"No, it's a pulse pillow."

"Ah." He sighed, "No, isn't she a military doctor? Does the military academy in Hunan Province have a major in traditional Chinese medicine?"

"As far as I know, no."

what?

"That……"

The old heroes were also confused when they saw the pulse pillow that Jiang Yan took out. "Girl, are you going to take our pulse?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, I thought you were going to get a stethoscope too, are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Jiang Yan patiently explained, "I studied Western medicine in college, but the medical skills passed down in my family are traditional Chinese medicine. In fact, I only studied for five years in college, but I have been learning traditional Chinese medicine since elementary school, so I have more than 20 years of experience."

Besides, if Western medicine could solve the problems of these old heroes, they would have been solved long ago. Why would it be her turn to help? Their bodies are all very weak. Some have cancer, some have recurring old injuries, and their body functions are declining. They have big problems!

Since western medicine can’t solve the problem, of course we have to turn to traditional Chinese medicine, something left by our ancestors, yyds.