Chief Chinese Medicine

"Director, just call me Old Liang, don't call me Old Liang."

After Liang Huadong saw Jiang Fei coming in, he called himself Mr. Liang again, which made him a little helpless, so he quickly corrected him.

He didn't like people calling him Old Liang, because he was far from reaching that level, no matter in terms of medical literacy, popularity or age.

Now Jiang Fei calls him Old Liang, which is even more outrageous.

Jiang Fei is the director of the internal medicine department. His status is not ordinary. Calling him Mr. Liang is somewhat flattering Liang Huadong.

"Okay, don't get entangled in trivial matters, talk about business!"

Jiang Fei straightened his face, his expression became solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

He doesn't like bullshit, and he doesn't like talking about it left and right.

What I want to know is what happened in internal medicine, not what to call Liang Huadong.

Liang Huadong also realized that he was not careful about minor issues, and Director Jiang must be concerned about the affairs of the department.

And this matter is really a matter of the department, and it is not a small matter.

But it's not about the patients, and it has nothing to do with saving lives.

"Director, it was Vice President Wang who introduced a Chinese medicine doctor and wanted us to accept it from the Department of Internal Medicine."

Liang Huadong spoke solemnly, and told Jiang Fei about the matter.

Jiang Fei couldn't help frowning after hearing the first sentence.

He knows Vice President Wang.

This is the vice president in charge of internal medicine of traditional Chinese medicine, who is directly the leader of the hospital in charge.

Logically speaking, the Chinese medicine practitioners recommended by Vice President Wang should not be too bad, right?

Why did Liang Huadong hesitate?

Having said that, I would like to add that Liang Huadong is now the head of internal medicine recruitment.

For the batch of Chinese medicine students who will come in for internship after the next year, as well as the Chinese medicine practitioners recommended by the grassroots in various townships, they will all be reviewed by him first.

This is why Liang Huadong is distressed, because it is he who is in charge of this matter.

Vice President Wang found him and made him very uncomfortable.

"This Chinese medicine doctor is very young, and he is the nephew of Vice President Wang!"

Liang Huadong continued to speak and said the second sentence.

After the second sentence came out, Jiang Fei finally understood why Liang Huadong's face was so serious and ugly before.

Because Vice President Wang recommended his nephew, and wanted his nephew to enter the Department of Internal Medicine of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"How is his nephew's ability?"

Jiang Fei asked a few more calmly, if the strength is good, it is not impossible.

The so-called virtuousness does not avoid relatives, as long as there are capable Chinese medicine practitioners, internal medicine will be required.

But if this person's ability is not good, let alone medical skills.

Then vice president Wang recommended his nephew to come here, then there is something to say.

"What... how do you say?"

Liang Huadong felt that he couldn't speak anymore, it was really hard to speak.

The whole mess, how can it be a Chinese medicine doctor?

Seeing Liang Huadong's reaction, Jiang Fei knew what he was thinking.

In his heart, Liang Huadong didn't want to agree to Vice President Wang to let his nephew come to the internal medicine department, but he was afraid that Vice President Wang would target him, so he was caught in a dilemma.

"Well, if Vice President Wang talks to you again about this matter, you can let him come to me. I'm the director of internal medicine. I'm the one who decides who will be recruited in the end."

Jiang Fei didn't embarrass Liang Huadong, he took the matter on his own shoulders.

Whether the internal medicine is good or not, whether there is unity or not in the future, and how the atmosphere is, I, the director of internal medicine, can say that I am duty-bound.

He will never allow any stinky fish to come in and ruin a pot of soup.

Not even Vice President Wang's nephew!

This opening must never be opened.

Otherwise, the internals of Chinese medicine are a little bit rotten, and there are all kinds of things, so how can they unite against the capital of Western medicine?

Liang Huadong stared at Jiang Fei, he didn't expect Jiang Fei to take this matter over on his own initiative.

He originally thought that Jiang Fei would not intervene in this matter, not only Jiang Fei, but anyone else.

Because meddling in this matter means offending Vice President Wang.

No one is a fool.

But Jiang Fei carried it through, not at all afraid of Vice President Wang's authority.

This made Liang Huadong very moved, and also a little emotional.

Being so young and so courageous, he deserves to be a young Chinese medicine doctor who can treat emergencies and critical illnesses.

Jiang Fei's job as the director of internal medicine really depends on his ability and iron-clad strength.

"Director, I can actually..."

He wanted to tell Jiang Fei that he could also withstand the pressure and would not let Vice President Wang succeed.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Fei waving his hand.

"Stop talking, I'll go to the doctor."

"It's almost eight o'clock!"

Jiang Fei didn't give him this chance, put the cotton coat behind his office chair, changed into a white coat, and walked towards the internal medicine consulting room area.

This is his second visit to Internal Medicine, and of course this is also the first full day.

But maybe because of the Chinese New Year, this year is already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and there is one more day before New Year's Eve.

Therefore, there are too few patients who come to the internal medicine department for consultation.

Throughout the morning, Jiang Fei only saw five patients, three of whom had colds. He prescribed a dose of Mahuang Decoction and it was over. The total time was less than 10 minutes.

At noon, Jiang Fei felt a little bored and drowsy.

dong dong...

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Fei's drowsiness also disappeared, and he nodded towards the door of the consulting room: "Please come in."

He thought it was a patient who came in, but it wasn't a patient who came in, but Mr. Wu Xinge.

"Mr. Wu, why are you here? Sit down!"

After Jiang Fei saw Mr. Wu coming in, he quickly stood up and pointed to the black leather bench next to him.

Wu Xinge waved his hand, then took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Fei.

"Director Xiao Jiang, this time as a thank you, please accept this."

Wu Xinge opened his mouth slowly, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

He didn't sit down, didn't move his place, just stood at the door.

When Jiang Fei saw the envelope he handed over, his first thought was money.

But seeing that the envelope is so thin, it shouldn't be money.

"Old Wu, you are..."

Jiang Fei pointed at the envelope suspiciously, but did not immediately reach out to take it.

If this envelope is not explained clearly, he dare not take it.

Wu Xinge knew what Jiang Fei was worried about, especially for such a young man with a bright future, what he was most afraid of was discipline.

"Haha, don't worry, Director Xiao Jiang, it won't be a dirty thing to bribe you."

"Just open it and take a look, and you'll know."

Wu Xinge continued to hold the envelope and handed it to Jiang Fei.

This time Jiang Fei didn't refuse again, and there was no way to refuse.

After he took the envelope, he opened it from the mouth and took out a piece of paper inside.

A very thin piece of paper, A4-sized letter paper, with a line of writing written in calligraphy on the inside.

Comrade Jiang Fei was specially invited to come to Songjiang Hotel on February 1978, 2, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, to participate in the first session of the Songjiang District TCM All Colleagues Meeting and TCM Symposium.

This invitation is for one person, and two people can take it with them.

The calligraphy is beautiful, but Jiang Fei was even more surprised by the content and that he was the one who invited him?

Although I don’t know what kind of conference the first Songjiang Regional TCM All Colleagues Meeting in Songjiang area, and the Chinese Medicine Symposium are, it is probably a TCM seminar or something like that.

It's just that such a meeting would invite him, a young man in his twenties, to participate?

Do you match yourself?

Wu Xinge looked at Jiang Fei's surprised face, and he smiled with his beard curled up: "Director Xiao Jiang, you are the director of internal medicine at Jiang County People's Hospital. If you are not qualified to participate, who else is?"

"The Songjiang area manages five counties and one autonomous region, and there are only a few county-level hospitals in total."

"You, the director of internal medicine at Jiang County People's Hospital, aren't you worthy enough?"

"In addition, your medical skills are so superb that even I couldn't wake up the patients, and you woke up with a bowl of medicine. With this alone, you are eligible to participate."

Although what Wu Xinge and Mr. Wu said here does make sense.

But Jiang Fei still had some concerns in his heart, so he wanted to bring it up.

"But…"

He had just said something but, when he saw Mr. Wu's face suddenly turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Jiang Fei, are you disrespecting me?"

"How is it possible, how can I not give you face?"

I can't afford to wear this big hat.

"That's fine, I'll wait for you to go to Songjiang Hotel."

Seeing Jiang Fei's denial, Wu Xinge smiled again, and he turned around and left without giving Jiang Fei another chance to speak.

An old man in his 70s, but his legs and feet are very hard, and he walks whizzingly, and he disappeared after a while.

Jiang Fei stood at the door of the consulting room, staring at the invitation inside the envelope, and smiled helplessly: "What's the matter?"