"President Fang, are you coming to Haizhou for business?"
"That's right, but this matter is related to you. Many people in the capital are concerned about you. I am honored to be the representative."
"Is it related to me?"
"Yes!" Fang Xuelin nodded and said.
He smiled and took out a gold-plated certificate of honor from his bag.
There was also an exquisite box. He opened the box and took out a crystal statue.
They are statues of ten famous medical figures including Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, Hua Tuo, Sun Simiao and Li Shizhen.
Each has its own posture and is lifelike.
The small gilded characters on the base clearly read the National Medical Master Award.
Upon seeing this crystal statue, Huang Xiangshan and Yu Huarong became a little excited.
"Mr. Qin, congratulations!"
"congratulations!"
There was no concealment of admiration and envy in their eyes.
"this…"
Qin Fan was a little confused and didn't know what it meant.
"Open it and take a look." Fang Xuelin gestured with a smile.
Qin Fan took the gilded certificate of honor and opened it to take a look.
It clearly says "Mr. Qin Fan of Bian Que Medical Clinic is awarded the honorary title of Master of Chinese Traditional Medicine...".
"President Fang, how can I do that?" Qin Fan smiled bitterly.
This title of National Medical Master has only been obtained by Jiang Cheng since the founding of the People's Republic of China, which represents the supreme honor of traditional Chinese medicine.
Moreover, in order to obtain this national medical master, one must pass the inspection and approval at all levels by the highest departments in China.
Both medical ethics and medical skills must meet the standards. It is the most difficult medical honorary award for Chinese traditional medicine to obtain.
Fang Xuelin smiled and waved his hand.
"It is well deserved, whether it is the traditional medical technique of willow bone setting or the unprecedented Li Dai Tao Jian."
"Also in terms of disease prevention, no one died."
"They all represent your outstanding achievements in traditional Chinese medicine."
He paused, "Besides, the burden on your shoulders is even heavier."
"Mr. Qin, you don't think this attack was just an accident, do you?"
"Oh, what does President Fang know?" Qin Fan asked strangely.
Fang Xuelin waved his hand again and said with a smile: "I'm not that smart yet."
"Mr. Qin, have you thought about a question?"
"what is the problem?"
"Whether it's willow bone grafting, peach bone grafting, walnut branches or eggs, which one poses the greatest threat?"
"That must be Western medicine?" Yu Huarong said.
Fang Xuelin said seriously: "On the surface, it looks like Western medicine, but in fact, it's the people behind Western medicine."
"The existence of Mr. Qin has threatened their interests."
Hearing what Fang Xuelin said, Qin Fan looked at Fang Xuelin meaningfully.
The other party had spent time with him in the capital, and he knew that these were not Fang Xuelin's own words.
It is more likely that Fang Xuelin received instructions from a big shot and just conveyed it.
From this point of view, awarding the National Medical Master at this time is not only a compliment to Qin Fan, but also has another layer of protection.
It is the high-level support for Qin Fan and represents the will of the country.
At the same time, there is also a layer of warning to the other party.
Qin Fan thought about this and felt relieved.
This is because the height at which you stand is different, and you look at the problem differently. The police have a detection perspective, while the top management has a strategic perspective.
No matter what, Qin Fan was still very moved.
It's just that such a young master of Chinese medicine is truly unprecedented and unprecedented.
"Okay, I feel a little guilty." Qin Fan said.
"Please tell President Fang not to publicize this matter in a big way. You know, I am thin-skinned."
"Hahaha." Several people laughed.
Fang Xuelin knew that this was not because Qin Fan was thin-skinned, but because he liked to keep a low profile.
"Okay, we will only say that it was awarded to a certain doctor, but we won't name the specific name, and we don't have your photo."
"Well, this is best." Qin Fan smiled.
"In addition, there is an Asian Traditional Medicine Forum in mid-October, and I would like to invite you to participate."
"Traditional medicine forum? What is it for?"
Qin Fan was a little confused. This was the first time he heard of such a forum.
Fang Xuelin explained with a smile, "Traditional medicine refers to traditional Chinese medicine, Kampo medicine, Korean medicine, etc."
"It is held every two years. The last time it was held was in Japan. This year it is China's turn."
"The main purpose is to discuss the development of traditional medicine, classic prescriptions, and communicate with each other."
"Oh, it's an academic exchange." Qin Fan suddenly felt uninterested.
He really couldn't get enough of this purely academic subject.
He is not good at talking on paper.
Fang Xuelin smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, not all academics."
"Because this is a high-profile forum, patients representing global problems are represented every time."
"For cases like this, which is a global problem, every discussion is the most intense."
When Qin Fan heard this, he felt a little bit interested.
The so-called world-wide problems are more difficult to overcome than incurable diseases.
"Oh, if that's the case, then you can remind me when the time comes."
"Well, Mr. Huang will also participate this time. China has five participation quotas." Fang Xuelin said.
"There is one more thing that belongs to Principal Yu." Fang Xuelin turned to Yu Huarong and said, "Principal Yu, please tell Mr. Qin personally."
"Oh, Principal Yu, what else do you want?" Qin Fan asked.
Yu Huarong smiled and rubbed his hands, "Mr. Qin, it's like this. In about ten days, the freshmen of the university will arrive on campus."
"Our School of Traditional Chinese Medicine would like to ask you to give a lesson about traditional Chinese medicine to the freshmen."
Lecture? Qin Fan was immediately confused.
He never expected to stand on the podium one day.
"Principal Yu, I don't have that kind of ability. I don't even know what to say when I get on stage."
"Hahaha, Mr. Qin, you can just say it casually. The main reason is that today's children feel that Chinese medicine is too profound and boring."
"In terms of employment, it is not as good as Western medicine, and the income of Chinese medicine is not as good as that of Western medicine, which causes people to be impetuous."
“There are even people who are admitted to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine who are not really studying TCM for the sake of TCM.”
Indeed, what Yu Huarong said is true.
When many children fill out their application form, the major of Traditional Chinese Medicine is often listed at the end, and they are admitted to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine only if there are no admissions at the front.
However, it is more difficult for Chinese medicine to get ahead than Western medicine. Once you graduate from the academy, you are still a young man.
It takes at least ten years to polish it, and then you will slowly emerge in middle age.
"Mr. Qin, Principal Yu wants to send a message to the students through you."
"Traditional Chinese medicine looks at age and it can be broken."
"If I had to live like this and have a big beard, no one would learn Chinese medicine." Huang Xiangshan said.
Several people laughed again.
Life is short. Who doesn’t want to have a successful career early? Few people are willing to spend their whole life slowly suffering.
Especially the traditional Chinese medicine industry.
Qin Fan thought for a while, "Okay, then I'll let my new wife get on the sedan and give it a try."
Seeing Qin Fan agreeing, Yu Huarong was also very happy.
Because from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, Yu Huarong belongs to the academic school and often has more theoretical knowledge than practical experience.
But Qin Fan and Huang Xiangshan are practical people.
At the same time, Leng Shuangning was also confused.
Seeing that Qin Fan was getting better and better, she and Phoenix Girl returned to Haizhou together yesterday.
Qin Fan didn't have any major problems, but that didn't mean Leng Shuangning would give up investigating the matter.
She asked Xiaowen for details.
Then he asked Qin Fan and Hu Zi insinuatingly.
She captured three pieces of information, a master of transformation, even higher than Wu Yi.
There was a faint sound of tiger roaring between the fists, and there was also an abandoned human skin mask.
According to the information obtained by Shadow, the number of transformation masters in China can only be counted in two palms.
In the shadows there are the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the black basalt.
They each commanded many Ming Jin masters below.
The leaders who named the four sacred beasts have never met and do not know each other.
Unless the other party shows a token representing their identity.
She thought about it for a long time and passed the matter to the coach through the intranet.
Then I bought a train ticket and headed to Bashu Province in China.
But what she didn't know was that she reported the situation to the coach. In fact, the coach had already learned about it from the Phoenix girl.
Five hours later, Leng Shuangning got off the train.
It was her first time to come to Chengdu, a famous historical and cultural city in Bashu Province.
After leaving the train station, she immediately realized the different climate in Bashu Province.
It's hot and humid, and the whole body is sticky. It's no wonder that Bashu people like spicy food.
I took a taxi and came to a small town in the suburbs, and got off the car in a small street.
She just walked over slowly.
Finally I found a small private house with three floors.
She knocked on the door, and it took a while before someone came out and opened the door.
"who are you looking for?"
The person who opened the door was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, looking at Leng Shuangning with vigilant eyes.
Because Leng Shuangning wears a veil, it gives people a very mysterious feeling.
"Hello, little girl, is this Lu Yuehua's home?" Leng Shuangning asked.
"No, there is no such person here." said the little girl.
"Ah~"
Leng Shuangning was a little dumbfounded. After all the hard work of searching, there was no such person.
At this time, an old man's voice came from the house.
"Qiaoer, you are naughty again."
Then, an old woman in her seventies came out, with a full head of black hair, only a few silver strands interspersed with it.