Du Chuan watched Huang Hongbing and Jiang Minghao leave, turned to Li Kaihang and said, "Is the teacher too partial to Jiang Minghao?"
Li Kaihang narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Du Chuan, nodded and smiled: "I can't talk about partiality, but I think the teacher seems to like Jiang Minghao very much. Maybe he has something unique in Chinese medicine."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Du Chuan shook his head, and Li Kaihang smiled and said, "Then what do you mean?"
Du Chuan frowned and said, "It is now being spread outside that the teacher asked Jiang Minghao to come to Kyoto to take over his class!"
"oh."
Li Kaihang was startled and narrowed his eyes slightly. He just returned to Kyoto last night and really didn't know about this.
Du Chuan stared, dissatisfied, and said: "As soon as this Jiang Minghao came, the teacher took him to the university. I heard that the teacher wanted him to be a professor of acupuncture! There were even rumors that the teacher wanted to arrange him.
Serve as the Vice Chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association!”
Li Kaihang looked surprised and said to Du Chuan: "It seems that the teacher not only admires him, but really wants to regard him as his successor."
"is not that right."
Du Chuan looked unhappy, Li Kaihang smiled, but Du Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said: "Junior brother Li, can you still laugh? You are a disciple of the teacher, and among us disciples, you are the most skilled in medicine.
One, we all have always believed that you are the most promising candidate to take over as a teacher.
But now, Jiang Minghao appears out of nowhere. If he is asked to take over the teacher's class, what will we do in the future? Won't we become outsiders? "
"Senior Brother Du, you can't say that either."
Li Kaihang waved his hand with a smile and said to him with a smile: "After all, Dr. Jiang has very high medical attainments. I can't guarantee that I can compare with him. Maybe the teacher is right to choose him."
"Just be humble. We hope that you, not Jiang Minghao, will take over the teacher's class."
Du Chuan was disdainful and continued to say to Li Kaihang: "Don't think that just because he is called Doctor Jiang in Yulin City, he can be as famous as our teacher.
Besides, the anti-cancer traditional Chinese medicine was originally developed by Professor Zhang Mingyue and others, and Jiang Minghao just provided a formula.
Maybe, this formula is still a secret recipe passed down by their ancestors of Jiang's Medical School, and he did not develop it himself. So I think that he, Jiang Minghao, is not qualified to take our teacher's class."
Li Kaihang nodded and smiled, patted Du Chuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, Senior Brother Du, don't talk nonsense outside. Teacher, he has his own decision. We just listen to him. As for the result, I don't care."
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Du Chuan frowned slightly, looked at Li Kaihang, and said, "Junior brother, don't you want to take over the teacher's class?"
Li Kaihang smiled and did not reply to the topic. He looked at the time on his watch and smiled at Du Chuan: "I won't talk about it for now. The hospital has arranged for me to work. I have to go and take a look and talk later."
"Oh, go quickly."
Du Chuan nodded and watched Li Kaihang drive away in a Mercedes-Benz car. This made him sigh helplessly, because all his brothers and sisters wanted Li Kaihang to take over Huang Hongbing's position...
At this time, a car slowly stopped under the archway in an old street. Huang Hongbing and Jiang Minghao got out of the car. He looked at the huge archway with the three characters "Nanluo Xiang" written on it.
"This street is Nanluo Lane, the most famous ancient street in Kyoto." Huang Hongbing looked at the archway and introduced Jiang Minghao with a smile.
"Well, I've heard that it's a very famous old street in Kyoto." Jiang Minghao nodded and said.
The buildings on the left and right sides of this old ancient street are all preserved ancient buildings. Some old buildings have even experienced more than 700 years of wind and rain erosion and are still standing on the ancient street. Therefore, this Nanluo Lane has also become one of the old streets under Kyoto cultural relic protection.
one.
"Yes, the first medical clinic opened by my ancestors was on this street." Huang Hongbing smiled and walked in with Jiang Minghao.
"Hey, Liangmen Medical School?"
Just a few steps into the ancient street, Jiang Minghao suddenly saw a magnificent three-story ancient building on the left, a vermilion door, and a stone lion on the left and right. It looked very impressive.
On the beam of the gate, there is also a plaque with shining golden characters that reads "Liangmen Medical School".
"This Liangmen Medical School is really impressive."
Jiang Minghao looked at this majestic medical center in surprise. This was the largest and most luxurious medical center he had ever seen.
"This is the new medical clinic that Liang Bowen just opened here last month. The old medical clinic of his Liangmen School of Medicine is on Hongxing Street on the Third Ring Road. The one is more impressive." Huang Hongbing pointed to this one.
Liang Bowen opened a new medical clinic and said to Jiang Minghao with a smile.
Jiang Minghao was dumbfounded. He felt that the Liangmen Medical School was very rich and could even open a medical clinic of this size. What surprised Jiang Minghao even more was that such a grand medical clinic did not have a busy scene. Instead,
It was still a bit deserted. This phenomenon surprised Jiang Minghao. Could it be that Liang Bowen's medical skills were not good enough and no one came to him for treatment?
At this time, a young man came out of the medical clinic. When he saw Huang Hongbing, he immediately raised his hands in respect and said, "I have met Mr. Huang."
"Well, it's Wenxu. Is your master here?"
Seeing that this young man named Luo Wenxu was Liang Bowen's eldest disciple, Jiang Minghao naturally didn't recognize him.
"My master has gone out and will come back later." Luo Wenxu respected Huang Hongbing and said with a smile.
"That's it."
Huang Hongbing nodded and introduced Luo Wenxu to Jiang Minghao before smiling at him and saying, "Then I'll come back later to discuss the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference with him."
"Okay, Mr. Huang, please walk slowly."
Luo Wenxu didn't know Jiang Minghao either, but he had already guessed his identity.
Huang Hongbing took Jiang Minghao for about fifty steps and came to the door of a very old and simple shop.
Although the store has been renovated and renovated, this ancient building has been standing here for hundreds of years.
Especially above the gate, there is a plaque that has experienced two hundred years of wind and rain, with the three characters "Yongrentang" written on it, giving the atmosphere a sense of history.
"This is our first old medical clinic in Longrentang." Huang Hongbing pointed and smiled at Jiang Minghao.
Jiang Minghao nodded. He looked at the grand plaque above the door and said, "The writing is strong and does not lose the charm of the Dao. Good calligraphy!"
"Xiao Jiang, do you still know calligraphy?"
Huang Hongbing turned to look at him in surprise, pointed at the plaque and said, "This is the plaque nominated by my great-grandfather personally for the hospital."
"Knowing words doesn't count."
Jiang Minghao nodded and smiled at him: "It's just that my grandfather always taught me that before I study medicine, I must first learn to write well!"
In fact, when he writes prescriptions for people now, he usually writes them with a brush.
In the past, it was normal to write prescriptions with a brush. But in modern times, very few people use a brush to write prescriptions.
Only the older generation of traditional Chinese medicine doctors like Huang Hongbing can write with a brush, so Jiang Minghao is rare and valuable.
Before Jiang Minghao studied medicine, his grandfather once said that if he wanted to be a good doctor, he must write well.
Because words! are an essential element for a doctor.
If a doctor has bad handwriting, when a patient sees it, they will immediately question whether the doctor's medical skills are as bad as his handwriting.
But if you write well, patients will think you are a reliable doctor.