When Yi Zhonghai heard what Old Mrs. Lin said, he nodded first, thought for a moment, shook his head, and then spoke.
"Old lady, it was precisely because He Daqing was here that I didn't consider Silly Zhu. Now that you keep mentioning him, is there any change in this?"
Mrs. Lin pretended to be mysterious and said.
"The quarrel between the He family and his son shows that today's matter is not trivial. That's why I asked you to find out what's going on?"
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The two of them murmured in the backyard for a long time before Yi Zhonghai walked out of the Lin family's house in the backyard.
At this time, the neighbors who were watching the excitement at He's house went home one after another.
Zheng Zhendong took He Daqing's pulse again and made sure that he was fine, so he felt relieved.
After calling Sha Zhu outside the door, Zheng Zhendong asked.
"Brother Zhuzi, what's going on with you? Why are you quarreling with Uncle He?"
Hearing Zheng Zhendong ask this, Shazhu said a little ashamed.
"Brother, you also know my temper. If I don't come back now, I won't even say a few words to the old man, and we'll start to quarrel!
Who would have thought that the old man fainted directly, you see what you did, it made everyone laugh!"
Zheng Zhendong patted Silly Zhu on the shoulder and spoke to comfort him.
"Brother Zhuzi, don't irritate Uncle He these days. Let him wait for two days and let him think about it. Let's see what happens in a few days!"
"Okay, brother, I listen to you, let's talk about it in a few days!" Silly Zhu said simply.
"Okay, brother Zhuzi, you are busy first, I will go home first!" After saying that, Zheng Zhendong said goodbye to Shazhu and went home.
As soon as he entered his house, he heard a nervous He Yuyu ask.
"Brother Dongzi, is my dad okay? Does it matter?"
"Yes, yes, third brother, is Uncle He okay? Yuyu is almost worried to death!" Zheng Xinyi, who was accompanying He Yuyu next to her, also asked anxiously.
Seeing the two people with anxious faces, Zheng Zhendong hurriedly spoke.
"Yu Yu, don't worry. There's nothing serious about your dad. He's just angry. He'll be fine if you rest. Don't worry!"
Hearing what Zheng Zhendong said, He Yuyu was obviously relieved, and then he and Zheng Zhendong arrived at Xie, and hurried home to see his father.
Seeing He Yuyu returning home from Zheng's house, Zheng Zhendong couldn't help but sigh. At this time, He Daqing's status in the hearts of his children was still quite high.
Not when I dragged my trembling body back to the courtyard decades later and was complained by the two brothers and sisters.
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Early the next morning, Zheng Zhendong had breakfast and went out on his bicycle.
After riding for a while, our fourth grandfather, Wang Yanhui, came home.
After entering the yard, I put my bicycle away, then went to the study room and knocked on the door.
"Come in, Dongzi, I heard the sound of a bicycle just now, and I knew it was you coming!" Wang Yanhui's voice came from the study.
Zheng Zhendong opened the study door as he was told and saw his fourth grandfather, Wang Yanhui, sitting at the desk reading.
Zheng Zhendong hurried forward to say hello. After the two greeted each other, they talked for a while, and Wang Yanhui began to teach Zheng Zhendong medical skills.
At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Wang Yanhui took Zheng Zhendong out to the Union Medical College Hospital. On the way, he told him to listen more and read more, and not to express any opinions.
Just like that, the two of them arrived at the hospital, and all the medical staff they met greeted Wang Yanhui.
When they arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, the two of them changed into white coats, and Wang Yanhui led the Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor to start rounds.
Whenever he enters the ward, Zheng Zhendong is asked to feel his pulse first, and then the results of the pulse feel are written down for him to see.
Halfway through the inspection, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine hurried over and stood in front of Wang Yanhui and asked.
"Teacher, why do you have time to do ward rounds today? Is there something wrong?"
Wang Yanhui first asked Zheng Zhendong to come to the front, and then introduced him.
"Dongzi, this is Chen Jiuren, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. You can call him uncle. He is one of my students."
After Wang Yanhui finished speaking, he said to Chen Jiuren who was standing aside.
"Jiuren, this is my grandson Zheng Zhendong, Xiaoran's nominal apprentice.
But I have been teaching him, and today I brought him here to personally feel the patient's pulse to see how he has learned.
Just go and do your thing, you don't have to follow me."
Zheng Zhendong listened to Wang Yanhui's introduction and hurriedly came forward to meet Chen Jiuren. The two sides exchanged polite greetings and continued to check the ward.
It was around 11:30 that the patients from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department were examined.
Back in the office, Wang Yanhui took the report from Zheng Zhendong and read it slowly.
While reading, he used a pen to make corrections on the paper. After more than ten minutes, Wang Yanhui called Zheng Zhendong over to him and spoke.
"Dongzi, I read the diagnosis results you wrote, and they are roughly the same as mine.
However, there are a few medicines that are not very accurate to use. Come and take a look, I have marked them for you. Which medicines are better to use?"
Zheng Zhendong took the report and carefully looked at the medication corrected by Wang Yanhui. It was indeed much better than his own medication.
To be honest, Zheng Zhendong is a little frustrated that after studying medicine for so long, he still can't prescribe medicine accurately.
Wang Yanhui, who was sitting behind the desk, saw that Zheng Zhendong was feeling uncomfortable, so he spoke.
"Dongzi, how long have you studied medicine? It's not even a year, but you want to be like me or even surpass me. How is this possible!
Don't be discouraged, you have already studied very well, and you have almost read all the medical books at home.
There is a lack of opportunities for hands-on practice and too little contact with patients, so the medication is inaccurate.
From now on, we will often come to the hospital to give you more opportunities to interact with patients, and you will be able to practice it soon."
Hearing what Wang Yanhui said, Zheng Zhendong was extremely grateful, but he was worried that the hospital would not agree, so he expressed his concerns.
After hearing Zheng Zhendong's words, Wang Yanhui laughed first, and then spoke domineeringly.
"You brat, if I can't even do this, I've been in this hospital for so long in vain!
Don’t worry, it’s okay! As long as the medicine you prescribe is not given to the patient, there will be no problem.
But when you open an order in the future, you must keep it away, otherwise it will be troublesome if the patient takes it away!"
After hearing what Wang Yanhui said, Zheng Zhendong nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely pay attention.
The two chatted in the office for a while, and seeing that it was already lunch time, they went to the hospital cafeteria to eat.
To be honest, the food in the hospital does not taste very good. The braised pork has no flavor at all and the shredded potatoes are half-cooked.
I don’t know how the doctors, nurses, and patients in the hospital are able to eat.
Anyway, Zheng Zhendong took a few bites and put down his bowl and chopsticks. Seeing how little he ate, Wang Yanhui knew that the food was not to his taste, so he did not persuade him.
After the two had lunch, they returned to the office, and Wang Yanhui began to explain to Zheng Zhendong common problems in the use of traditional Chinese medicine.