Jianghai College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, led by Chen Hongru, the late president of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, assisted by Lin Zhengkun and Bai Changfeng, provided technical assistance, and was funded by Han Xiangzi of the South Korean Mercury Group.
It aims to build, develop and inherit traditional Chinese medicine.
However, now that Chen Hongru has passed away, although the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still under construction, it has been invisibly forgotten.
"I have a proposal."
Qin Shiming finished his last bite of rice and said, "Let's set up a Chinese medicine training class for foreign students, so that countries around the world can see how powerful our Chinese medicine is, including the typhoid school, Jingfang school, orthopedics, etc."
"Training class for foreign students?"
Lu Yuan and Lin Zhengkun looked at each other, and both saw confusion in each other's eyes.
"Don't be surprised."
Qin Shiming wiped his mouth, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.
"I'm serious, I'm not kidding."
"Why? I can't understand!"
Lin Zhengkun said bluntly, "Many people in foreign countries are interested in our traditional Chinese medicine. Not to mention, Pu Bucheng, who is known as the number one miracle doctor in the Namhyang Kingdom, was originally an old disciple of Chen Hongru and Chen. But now, he has forcibly transformed traditional Chinese medicine into what he calls
'Korean medicine', Bian Que is also from the South Korean country, and Hua Tuo is also from the South Korean country. Even papermaking and the Dragon Boat Festival were invented by them."
"After working for a long time, we Yanhuang people haven't invented anything, right?"
When this matter was mentioned, Lin Zhengkun became very angry. He was full of resistance and even protested against Qin Shiming's idea of setting up a training class for foreign students. He was opposed to it.
It may be related to Lin Zhengkun's old thinking. He does not want his country's treasures to flow into the hands of others and puts Chinese medicine on display in museums in other countries.
In the future, even if our own people need TCM treatment, we will have to pay medical fees, consultation fees, and even patent fees to others.
This is entirely possible.
"You can't say that either."
Qin Shiming also wanted to laugh when he mentioned Pu Bucheng, but he couldn't deny that Lin Zhengkun was telling the truth.
"We people from the Yanhuang Kingdom invented the people from the South Xian Kingdom."
"Master, this joke is not funny, because it is an indisputable fact."
Lin Zhengkun did not laugh, "To tell you the truth, although Han Xiangzi is humble, polite, studious and a hard-to-find good student, I don't like this student because she is from South Korea."
"Whether you say I'm biased or that I'm stuck in my ways, in short, I don't agree with your idea."
Lin Zhengkun was the first to express his position.
"I understand how you feel."
Qin Shiming smiled slightly and pressed his hand to signal Lin Zhengkun not to get excited yet, "But you will understand after you listen to my explanation."
Lin Zhengkun also smoked another cigarette and made a pot of tea. This was the most relaxing and comfortable time for him every day.
Relatives and friends all praise him as the great dean, who has face, can make money, and is a big celebrity in the medical field in Jianghai City. However, few people know that Lin Zhengkun has actually retired and he was hired back.
There is no way, the talent of Chinese medicine is withering. For the sake of Chinese medicine, he has to get busy again.
"We still take Owen as an example. He is indeed famous in the Eagle Country and has a lot of honors. However, it is not difficult and easy to switch from traditional Chinese medicine to Western medicine."
"Just like you Lin Zhengkun, you can use your very rich experience to diagnose the diagnosis with just a pulse, but Western medicine cannot. They need to check body temperature, blood test, urine test, electrocardiogram, B-ultrasound, color ultrasound, etc., after a series of examinations, you
The edge has been treated."
"So, I have done special research. The transition from traditional Chinese medicine to Western medicine is often very successful and easy to learn. But the transition from Western medicine to Traditional Chinese medicine is very long. It takes ten or eight years to learn the essence of the very simple six-step pulse diagnosis method.
, you will never learn it without handling tens of thousands of patients.”
Qin Shiming really got an inspiration, this thing can be done.
"Another example is the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, Treatise on Febrile Diseases, Compendium of Materia Medica and other famous medical works. Can you master them by just attending a few classes and taking some notes? There are also orthopedics and traumatology, acupuncture and moxibustion schools. Is it useful to just listen to the lectures?"
Lin Zhengkun's expression changed slightly. He suddenly became less confident in himself.
"You and I are well aware of the difficulty of developing traditional Chinese medicine. Even our own people have a hard time learning it, let alone them?" Qin Shiming's lips curved into a meaningful smile.
"Then why do you still need them to attend the class? Why do you even need to open a foreign language Chinese medicine class?" Lin Zhengkun couldn't understand it even more.
You know clearly that you can't teach, or that the teaching is not good, but you still accept these foreign devils as students? Isn't it self-inflicted?
"Traditional Chinese medicine needs people to help us promote it and advertise for us."
Qin Shiming's smile is very weird, well, it's a bitch.
"You mean..."
Lin Zhengkun's eyes lit up and he also caught the inspiration.
"Great idea, great idea!"
Lu Yuan even gave Qin Shiming a thumbs up.
Lu Yuanren was young and had a sharp mind. After Qin Shiming's explanation, he became instantly enlightened.
"Yes, it's what you think."
Qin Shiming did not shy away from saying, "First, Chinese people adore foreigners and favor foreigners. If even foreign devils endorse our quintessence of traditional Chinese medicine, it would be a good way of publicity; second, foreign devils are difficult to understand Chinese, and the teacher who gives the lecture will be confused if he even tries to read classical Chinese.
Circle, show your hands again, the foreign devils will be amazed and admired; thirdly, get some sponsorship."
"It is too difficult to train an excellent, no, a qualified Chinese medicine doctor. The time, money and difficulty are far more than that of Western medicine. If Western medicine is a standard part of the assembly line, Chinese medicine is made by hand, exactly like a Rolls-Royce."
"Look for a reason and call Owen back. This old guy knows a lot of rich people. Let's cut him off and do some publicity at the same time. Even shooting a promotional video for Owen would be a good idea."
Qin Shiming was furious, no, he wanted to be ruthless, otherwise how could he kill people?
Traditional Chinese medicine is not a business, but in order to promote traditional Chinese medicine, it doesn’t matter if you criticize him alone.
"Let's set up a special window in Jianghai People's Hospital to only serve foreign dignitaries. If the assets are lower than a small target, if you don't accept them, I will come every once in a while to treat these rich people."
"Master, will other people accuse you of advocating foreign things? This will have a great impact on your reputation. I don't agree..."
Lin Zhengkun's expression changed when he heard this.
"I don't agree either!"
Lu Yuan seconded the opinion, "There are too many domestic trolls and medical accidents. We can't stop everyone from talking."
"What kind of fame do you want?"
Qin Shiming expressed his disapproval, "This is the best and most direct way to strengthen the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine. You can scold if you like. Sometimes the more shameful you are, it is also a way to increase your reputation."
"Scolding represents love!"
Qin Shiming has his own theories and ideas, or it doesn't matter that he is thick-skinned.
This is like several online novels that Qin Shiming has recently updated. Ten thousand readers have ten thousand thoughts, ten thousand guesses about the next plot, and have different understandings of every character in the book.
Of course, among the 10,000 readers, there are also many people who scold the author, whether the plot is outdated or the updates are too slow, which is understandable. This is also a disguised form of support and encouragement.
Who said "little deflated calf" is not a term of endearment?