Zhang Baicheng chatted with everyone for a while, and then a group of people entered the large conference room next door. The meeting of the Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine officially began.
In the conference room, the name tags of each Chinese medicine representative were placed on the table. Everyone entered the conference room and took their seats one after another according to the names on the table. This was Lin Yuan’s first time to attend such a meeting, and he was not a director, so the seats were
At the very back, Liang Haiwei, who happened to be chatting with him in the reception room, happened to be next to him.
After a group of people sat down, Liang Haiwei smiled at Lin Yuan and said, "Dr. Lin, I made a mistake just now. I didn't expect that you are also a representative of traditional Chinese medicine. I thought you were the assistant to some director."
"It's nothing, who makes me young? It's normal to be misunderstood, but it's abnormal not to be misunderstood." Lin Yuan chuckled.
Liang Haiwei chuckled and changed the subject: "How did Dr. Lin hear about my father? If I'm not mistaken, Dr. Lin shouldn't be from Jiangrao, right?"
"I am indeed either from Jiangrao or from Jiangzhong." Lin Yuan said with a smile: "I also heard about Mr. Liang from my grandfather. I heard that Mr. Liang was a master of the febrile disease school, with superb medical skills and a selfless man.
He is a doctor of high moral standing and admiration."
"My father is indeed selfless, but it's a pity that he is a bit old-fashioned. He has been innocent all his life, and he has not received any benefits after his death. The white-eyed wolf he saved back then ruined our family." Liang Haiwei sighed.
"What's going on?" Lin Yuan asked curiously.
Liang Haiwei liked smoking very much, and smoking was not prohibited during meetings. As he spoke, Liang Haiwei took out another cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then said: "When my father was still alive, he opened a medical clinic in our county. At that time, a foreigner
The young man who arrived was penniless and fell ill at the door of the hospital. My father saw that he was pitiful, so he took him in, helped him treat his illness, and let him work part-time at the hospital for a period of time. He also gave him travel expenses and wages.
That’s how he got out of trouble.”
"Who would have thought that a few years later, that down-and-out young man would start from scratch and become a well-known real estate tycoon in Jiangrao. He founded the largest real estate group in Jiangrao City and even contracted the construction of our Sanshui County in the past two years.
development project, the clinic my father left behind is also within the area developed by him. Hey, hey, the clinic with hundreds of square meters was given a small amount of demolition money, and the family is now reduced to renting a house."
"Which young man from back then is Li Kunping, the current real estate king in Jiangrao?" Lin Yuan asked.
"It's Li Kunping. When he was poor, he would come to our house every year to pay New Year's greetings. After he became prosperous, he disappeared without a trace. When my father passed away, he didn't even come to see me. In the past two years, he was demolished with no regard for affection and his heart was not ordinary.
"Liang Haiwei said.
Lin Yuan asked a few more questions in detail, and couldn't help but sigh. This was exactly what he said to Jin Xitong a few days ago. Li Kunping was in despair and was saved by Liang Sensheng, which was no less than a life-saving grace.
After that, Li Kunping was the first to contract projects near Sanshui County, and gradually became prosperous. He also went to Liang's family to pay New Year's greetings every year. Many people in Sanshui County knew that Li Kunping was rescued by Liang Sensheng. Some acquaintances often visited Li Kunping in front of him.
Speaking of which, if it weren’t for Mr. Liang, you, Mr. Li, wouldn’t be where you are today.
The kindness he felt back then may have become the last thing Li Kunping wants to mention now. This is just like Zhu Yuanzhang in history. After becoming emperor, he naturally didn't want anyone to mention his experience of begging.
It's just that this Mr. Li is more ruthless than Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhu Yuanzhang just killed the hero and treated Bai pretty well, but this Mr. Li is not an ordinary evil-hearted person. Every time he works on a project, he enriches himself.
The demolition money was pitiful, and the area he was responsible for demolition and reconstruction was often a source of resentment. However, our Mr. Li was willing to spend a lot of money to give to the above every year. He has deep connections. Nowadays, the network of connections is even more complicated, and ordinary people can pry through it.
Don’t touch Mr. Li’s foundation.
"Then what is Brother Liang doing now?" Lin Yuan asked.
"I opened a small clinic again, but the business is not very good." Liang Haiwei said: "My current reputation in Sanshui County can be said to be ruined. I can still come to attend the meeting of this Chinese Medicine Association, and I am still in Sanshui County."
The representative of traditional Chinese medicine and the leader of Sanshui County are thinking of my father, otherwise, I would not even be qualified to come here."
"The streets are ruined, what's going on?" Lin Yuan asked.
"Although my father didn't leave me any family fortune, he has a high prestige in our Shanshui County. When the demolition was carried out, I was a unanimous response in the local area and gathered a large group of people to make things difficult for Li Kunping. Naturally, Li Kunping was unwilling to accept it and bribed him.
People came to my clinic and caused trouble, and in the end they gave me a reputation for misdiagnosis, and I almost had my medical qualification revoked."
"The ordinary villagers in Sanshui County don't know what's going on. They only know that I have cured diseases and people, and my medical skills are not very good. From now on, there are only a few people who dare to seek medical treatment from me. I have the brand name that my father has accumulated all his life in my hands.
It’s all destroyed.” Liang Haiwei sighed.
Liang Haiwei is only in his early forties this year, but he already looks like he is in his fifties. It was exactly what happened two years ago. Although he did not learn all the skills of his father Liang Sensheng, famous teachers make great disciples, and Liang Haiwei himself
His medical skills are considered good. He was originally quite famous in Sanshui County, but now he has almost become a quack doctor in Sanshui County. He lives in poverty. This is why Liang Haiwei is inevitably a little resentful when he mentions his father.
If Liang Sensheng hadn't saved Li Kunping, a white-eyed wolf, he wouldn't be so depressed.
Lin Yuan and Liang Haiwei were talking in low voices below. Zhang Baicheng had already started speaking above. He first talked about the achievements of Jiangzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine in the first half of the year, and then talked about the prospects for the second half of the year and the plans and goals of the Provincial Health Department. Next
It's just the directors speaking. Lin Yuan doesn't think this kind of meeting is interesting anyway. The purpose of his coming here is also to get acquainted with some people and see if they can help him create a charity fund. Liang Haiwei and Lin Yuan are somewhat interested, but Liang Haiwei doesn't think so.
Whether what he said was true or not was difficult for him to judge, and he needed to observe before speaking.
After the speech, there is the final discussion process, the election for a new round of directors of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. The Jiangzhou Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association has one president and three vice presidents. The president is often the leader of the Department of Health, and the vice presidents
The directors are all presidents and leaders of some large traditional Chinese medicine groups in Jiangzhou Province. There are also 17 directors, including five standing directors. These five people are the main leaders of the Chinese Medicine Association, and the other directors are also
Honorary, not very involved, Gu Senquan is the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association.
At the beginning of the election, each Chinese medicine representative wrote down the list of directors he elected on paper, and then went to the ballot box in front to vote.
According to the rules, every traditional Chinese medicine representative is qualified to run for director. However, in fact, there are often only the same people running for new directors.
Lin Yuan casually wrote the name of a director, then looked back at Liang Haiwei, only to find that what Liang Haiwei wrote was actually his name.
"Brother Liang, even if you vote for me, I won't be able to become a director." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"I abstained from voting in previous years, so this year I'll give it to you. It's an insignificant quota anyway. Besides, it's not impossible for you to serve as a director." Liang Haiwei smiled slightly, stood up and walked forward, followed closely by Lin Yuan.
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After everyone has voted, the next step is to announce the number of votes. As the number of votes is announced, Lin Yuan's eyes gradually widen. The number of votes has been announced. Feng Yi is really the third, Fang Weide is the first, and Lin Yuan is the first.
Yuan is actually ranked sixteenth. If nothing unexpected happens, he may actually become the new director of the Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
"How about it, Brother Lin, I'm right, right?" Liang Haiwei said with a chuckle.
"How could this happen? I have no friendship with these people." Lin Yuan said in confusion.
"You have no friendship with these people, but these people want to have friendship with Director Zhang and Mr. Gu. Do you think it will have no effect if Director Zhang and Mr. Gu greet you?"
Liang Haiwei explained with a smile: "Especially Director Zhang, everyone below him will pay attention to his every move. Who he greets before every meeting is often a signal. How can these people not know it?"
Lin Yuan also showed a wry smile. He really didn't know what was going on. At this time, he couldn't figure out whether Zhang Baicheng's greeting to him was intentional or unintentional.