Chief Chinese Medicine

Weng Hai didn't say anything more in the end, Jiang Fei had already made his words clearer, if he continued to say one more sentence, it would be insulting himself, and even insulting his teacher.

He nodded, smiled at Jiang Fei and said, "Where is Director Jiang going next? Do you want to have some dinner together tonight?"

Although there was no way for Jiang Fei to meet his teacher Tang Shizhong, it was good that he and Jiang Fei became good friends.

Even though he is 50 years old, and Jiang Fei is only in his twenties, it is considered a year-end friendship.

But practicing medicine and treating diseases, making friends and discussing Taoism, doesn't care about age.

Medical skills are the only capital that deserves the respect of the Xinglin world. If you don't have superb medical skills, even if you live to be 90 years old, it will be nothing.

Jiang Fei shook his head, and said with apology in his eyes: "To be honest, I was originally attending a Chinese medicine seminar in Songjiang area, but I came to Beichun City because of some things."

"The matter is almost settled now, and I have to go back to Songjiang, maybe I can catch up with the end of the meeting."

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing wryly. He was brought here by Sun Jianmin for no reason, and then he met Mr. Qiao and the others. Now he took another patient and offended Mr. Qiao's secretary, Guo Tuqiang.

The experience of this day is really colorful.

Weng Hai's eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Fei's words, and he asked, "Are you talking about the first TCM seminar held in Songjiang this year?"

Jiang Fei looked at Weng Hai in surprise. Why did Weng Hai in the provincial capital hear about a meeting in the Songjiang area?Is this conference so famous in the medical world?

"You don't know, although the TCM conference in Songjiang is only at the regional level, they also invited many well-known TCM masters from the province."

"My teacher Tang Shizhong was originally invited to participate, but the teacher didn't want to go to another place, so he declined the meeting and sent my senior brother Shui Changlu to attend."

Water long way?

Jiang Fei was in a trance. He suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he attended a medical conference in the capital. There was an old man named Shui Changlu, who was a leader of the traditional Chinese medicine school and one of the directors attending the conference.

Shui Lao's seat was in the first row, and he was in the second row, exactly the front and rear tables.

Shui was always thirsty, but he didn't want to say anything, which would affect the progress of the meeting, so he kept coughing and rubbing his throat.

After seeing it, he handed the bottle of water on his desk to Shui Lao.

Mr. Shui thanked him, and said that he would return two bottles of water after the meeting ended.

But after Shui Lao finished the meeting, he was invited away by a director in the capital.

This matter ends here.

Later, I heard that Shui Lao died of illness at the age of 86.

That happened a year after the conference.

Jiang Fei respected these famous Chinese medicine experts.

At that time, I saw Shui Changlu, Shui Lao was already 85 years old.

And the water long road in this era is full of effort, that is, the age of more than 40 years old, right?No more than 50 years old.

"After you go back, you can go and discuss medical skills with my elder brother. He is very easy-going and won't get angry."

Weng Hai smiled and said to Jiang Fei, not out of politeness, he really wanted Jiang Fei to have a chat with his elder brother.

Maybe we can take this opportunity to let Jiang Fei worship a teacher, wouldn't that be a good thing?

In fact, he has not given up until now, and still wants Jiang Fei to worship his teacher Tang Shizhong as his teacher.

But after all, they are not familiar with each other, and the two of them can't say much.

So just in time for this opportunity, let the senior brother chat with Jiang Fei, maybe it will get twice the result with half the effort.

Such a good Chinese medicine seedling is really unwilling to let go like this.

"Okay, if I see Director Shui, I will definitely have a chat with him."

Jiang Fei nodded and agreed. This promise was not a perfunctory one. If he really met him after returning to Songjiang Hotel, he would indeed have a chat with Shui Changlu.

Not for anything else, just for the two bottles of water that have not been returned.

"Huh? How do you know that my brother is the director?" Weng Hai asked in surprise when he heard Jiang Fei's words.

Jiang Fei replied with a smile: "Director Shui is the backbone of the Jingfang School, and he is also the director of internal medicine at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. How could I not know?"

In fact, the reason why he knew it was because of himself in his previous life, who knew Shui Lao's experience, and knew that Shui Changlu was from [-] to [-]. During these ten years, he has been attending the doctor in Jijiang Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The attending physician, became the deputy director, director, and finally entered Beijing to work.

Weng Hai didn't doubt anything when he heard the words, he only regarded it as the result of his senior brother's fame.

But in fact, Shuichang Road in this era is not that famous, and even if it is famous, it is only limited to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"It's getting late, Dr. Weng, I'm leaving."

Jiang Fei glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, if he didn't go back, he would really be late.

He has been delayed in Weng Hai's consultation room for about 10 minutes, so he can't affect other people's consultation.

He saw that there were so many patients waiting in line outside, and he was guilty of delaying the treatment of patients because of his small talk.

"Okay, I'll take you out."

Weng Hai didn't say anything more, and personally sent Jiang Fei out of the door of the consultation room, so he didn't continue to send him out.

Because the patients on the benches opposite his consulting room couldn't wait any longer, after Jiang Fei came out, he was greeted with angry stares from several patients.

Jiang Fei could only respond with an apologetic smile, and quickly left the Provincial Military Hospital.

My eyes are filled with darkness. Although there are vehicles and bicycles on the road from time to time, how should I go back to the Songjiang area?

Guo Tuqiang had already broken his face with him, so he would never send a car to see him off.

Sun Jianmin had already returned to the Songjiang area.

Are you going to find Mr. Bai?But Bai Lao may not be able to control himself.

"Forget it, buy your own ticket and go back."

Jiang Fei walked all the way to Beichuncheng Railway Station. Fortunately, the distance between the Provincial Military Hospital and the railway station is not far.

The railway station has a history of 70 years and was built at the beginning of this century.

The country has also repaired and renovated this railway station several times, and the appearance is naturally different.

Jiang Fei entered the ticket booth and bought a ticket to Songjiang area. The ticket was a red paper ticket with a red stamp on it. It was written with a brush and had a strong smell of printing ink.

After waiting in the waiting room for 10 minutes, following the whistle and bell from the ticket gate, Jiang Fei immediately checked the ticket and got on the bus.

There are a lot of people, a lot, and it has reached the level of crowding.

It took 10 minutes before I passed the ticket gate and came to the train.

One of the oldest red leather trains, with a speed of less than fifty kilometers per hour, has a total of ten carriages.

The locomotive was steaming with steam, and more than a dozen train station inspectors were shouting at the top of their voices, take care of their children, luggage, valuables, and find the police if they encounter thieves.

The carriage that Jiang Fei will sit in is in the fifth section, the most middle position.

Because it was a short distance, Jiang Fei only bought hard seats.

There was no salute, and after sitting in the seat, he closed his eyes.

He listened to the noisy voices in his ears, children crying, adults shouting, and raising his legs, excuses, excuses, sorry and so on.

The hustle and bustle of this kind of train station cannot be heard on the trains of later generations. Personal rules and quality have improved, but the relative hustle and bustle has also decreased.

"Little brother, make way?"

At this moment, Jiang Fei heard someone calling him, and even patted himself on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes, followed the sound, and then his face couldn't help changing, and then he became weird.

this person...