The plane landed slowly in Star City.
After exiting the station, there was a big sign held high: "Welcome experts and professors from the International Neurological Congress!"
A group of volunteers are picking up the airport.
Su Yajuan recognized her classmate Xiu Ming at a glance.
"Hi, Xiu Ming!"
"Ah, Yajuan, you're back? You didn't say you were coming to attend the annual meeting, right?"
"Of course."
"Where's Dr. Liu from your hospital? I'm here specifically to pick him up."
"No, this is Dr. Liu Muqiao. Come and introduce me, this is my classmate Xiu Ming, this is Dr. Liu, Director Zhao Yilin, Director Zou Qingxiang."
Xiu Ming looked at Liu Muqiao in horror: "So handsome! So young! I thought he was an uncle! It turns out he is almost the same as us. Su Yajuan, now I know why you don't go to graduate school. If it were me, I wouldn't go to graduate school either."
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"I think too much, now I am learning Chinese medicine from him."
"Ah, Dr. Liu, are you studying Chinese medicine?"
That would be a pity.
For those who study Western medicine, Liu Muqiao is far away from you if you study Chinese medicine.
Su Yajuan hurriedly said: "No, he studied Western medicine and graduated from Qingjiang University Medical College. However, he has mastered 30,000 ancient prescriptions. It is the kind of lost ancient prescriptions, which are very magical."
"Can Chinese medicine really be magical?"
"Let me tell you, Xiu Ming, I basically don't practice Western medicine anymore. I'm going all out to practice Chinese medicine. Do you know how many patients I have to see a day, 60. Originally, I was only going to see 40 patients, but the people who made appointments
There are so many that we had to add 20 rooms and wards. I am now in charge of a ward with more than 100 beds, and it is difficult to find a bed."
"How much salary can you get?"
Xiu Ming is currently studying as a graduate student in the Department of Neurology at an affiliated hospital. He has a monthly subsidy of more than 2,000 yuan. His family gives him a little, which is more than 2,000 yuan, so he can still enjoy life in Star City.
According to rankings, Xingcheng's economy is more developed than Qingjiang City and ranks higher. However, Xingcheng's prices are not high, especially housing prices, which are lower than Qingjiang City.
When Su Yajuan heard her ask about her salary, she couldn't tell the real number, so she casually said: "Ten thousand or twenty thousand."
"Ten or twenty thousand? Be specific! How much can you get?"
Xiu Ming was shocked. She never thought that a bachelor's degree graduate could earn a salary of tens of thousands upon graduation.
As far as she knows, master's degree graduates who can get 8,000 or 9,000 yuan are already in a good position.
"Don't fool me. Tell me the actual number."
Su Yajuan smiled and said, "It's been exactly one year since I graduated. I won't lie to you. The total salary, performance and bonus I received is 768,900."
"What..." Xiu Ming looked at Su Yajuan and couldn't believe it.
"Are you saying less or more?" Su Yajuan asked.
"You! Su Yajuan, are you kidding me! 760,000, including taxes, isn't that an annual salary of one million?" Xiu Ming asked.
"Are there many companies with an annual salary of one million? Xiu Ming, after graduation, you can also come to our hospital. Our hospital's annual salary is hundreds of thousands, and even the ordinary employees in administrative logistics are almost 200,000." Zhao Yilin smiled.
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When we arrived at the parking lot, we saw a Toyota bus that could seat more than a dozen people.
Several volunteers helped them put their luggage away, and Liu Maqiao was surrounded by others and got into the car.
Xiu Ming sat down next to Su Yajuan.
"Tell me, is it difficult for me to go to your hospital?"
"Well, our hospital's starting point is a master's degree, but it mainly recruits Ph.D.s. However, if you hook up with Liu Miqiao, maybe a master's degree will be acceptable."
"Can you tell me something?"
"Yes. However, when it comes to entering this field, Liu Maqiao is quite mean. What he wants is his specialty."
"I am now a graduate student engaged in the treatment of epilepsy, mainly studying the toxic and side effects of epilepsy drugs."
Su Yajuan turned around and said: "It's over, it's over. Your subject has no future. In our hospital, epilepsy no longer requires drugs and can be directly operated on. Dr. Liu does it himself, a small minimally invasive surgery, and there will never be a recurrence."<
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"Is there such a thing?"
"Liar? If you want to come to our Antai Hospital, change your major quickly. Let me tell you, No, Director Zou Qingxiang, he specializes in Parkinson's disease. He also performs surgery without medication. In neurology, if you study Alzheimer's disease, maybe
There is still a glimmer of hope. Or, why not switch to another internal medicine department? The weak link in our hospital is internal medicine, so it might be easier to get in."
Liu Muqiao turned his head and said to Xiu Ming: "If you like Chinese medicine, I suggest you drop out of school and practice Chinese medicine with Su Yajuan."
"I? Do Chinese medicine? I can do it too?" Xiu Ming was a little surprised.
"It's up to you to choose. However, it's not difficult to learn Western medicine. Isn't Su Yajuan good at it? The key is whether you are interested. Learning Chinese medicine and Western medicine will not be lost, because, to be honest, what Su Yajuan does is not the kind of pure Chinese medicine.
." Liu Muqiao's own experience is even deeper. He is not dialectical at all.
Su Yajuan quickly said: "Xiu Ming, agree quickly! This opportunity is rare."
Xiu Ming still had concerns: "Can I do it? We only studied Chinese medicine for one year, it's so advanced. I'm worried that I won't be able to do it."
Su Yajuan was anxious, "I can, what can't you do? Let me ask you, when you go to graduate school to study the side effects of epilepsy drugs, can they be used clinically? Even if they can be used, think about it, how many patients with epilepsy a year have
Drug poisoning?"
"Okay, Dr. Liu, I'll come to your place!" Xiu Ming made up his mind.
The car was running on the S20. Along the way, I saw a lot of vehicles with "8" numbers in consecutive numbers overtaking each other. The most arrogant one was an 8888 Rolls-Royce Phantom.
At the Yinpenling Bridge, the car turned to the left and entered a main road.
It seems that the meeting was held in the old hospital area.
"Xiu Ming, I heard that there is a secret room under the old red building in your hospital. Is this the case?" Su Yajuan asked.
"Yes. However, it has been sealed and no one can get in." Xiu Ming said.
"Why is it sealed? Isn't it just a basement?" Zou Qingxiang asked, he had also heard about it.
"We have rules not to believe or spread rumors. The hospital said that because the ventilation system is not good, people will lack oxygen if they go in, so the entrance is sealed, or there is a secret passage." Xiu Ming said.
"It doesn't make sense. It's sealed because of lack of oxygen. Isn't it enough to lock it up?" Zou Qingxiang sometimes likes to argue. Now that he has discovered the problem, can he not refute it?
"Who knows? Nowadays, safety responsibilities are tightened. In order to prevent accidents, it is normal to simply seal it." Xiu Ming is also a person who likes to debate.
"Something's wrong. I suspect that there is a secret here. I have reasons. First, 100 years is not a long time. Why does no one know that there is a third basement? Second, why is it not marked on the drawing? Third
, now that we have discovered it, just open the ventilation and keep it dry. Isn’t this more reasonable? So, I suspect there is a secret here." Zou Qingxiang argued loudly.
"We're here." Another graduate student reported.
A red ancient building appeared in front of you.
Suddenly, a solemn feeling came over me.
All the hairs on Liu Muqiao's body stood out.
This chapter has been completed!