The School of Febrile Diseases is one of the seven schools of traditional Chinese medicine and the most influential school of traditional Chinese medicine today. The branch of the School of Febrile Diseases is a semi-official and semi-private association in Binhai City. Mr. Tang is one of the directors of the branch, while Tang Bing is
is one of the members.
This branch of the Typhoid School holds a free clinic every once in a while.
The so-called free clinic activity is to provide free medical treatment to patients.
This not only increases the influence of the Typhoid School, but also allows other patients to be treated. Crucially, it also allows members of these associations to communicate with each other.
This free clinic activity of the Typhoid School Branch was held at a place called Yinhai Villa.
Yinhai Villa is close to the sea, and there are fruits nearby. It can be said that this gathering can not only exchange traditional Chinese medicine skills, but also eat and drink.
When Xiao Chen and the other three finished their breakfast and saw that Xiao Chen was still wearing the red vest, Mr. Tang asked, "Why don't you change your clothes?"
He knew that Xiao Chen had those new summer clothes, and they looked quite good on Xiao Chen. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen just wore this red vest.
"Mr. Tang, this is enough, why don't you go on a blind date now?"
Mr. Tang smiled and said nothing more.
When Tang Bing was about to drive her car there, Xiao Chen and Mr. Tang got directly into her car and headed towards Yinhai Villa.
Today, Yinhai Villa has been booked by the Typhoid School Branch, so in addition to these association members, there are other patients who may come.
When Tang Bing drove to the entrance of the villa and stopped the car, Xiao Chen and Mr. Tang followed him out, and Tang Bing followed him out again.
Soon, Xiao Chen saw a man in his forties wearing a suit walking over with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Tang, you are finally here. Warm welcome." The middle-aged man greeted with a smile.
Xiao Chen looked over and saw this middle-aged man in his forties wearing a red work ID card, which read "Luo Hanwei, deputy secretary-general of the Binhai Typhoid School Branch."
Now Mr. Tang is not only one of the directors of the Typhoid Fever School branch, but also the real second-in-command of the affiliated hospital, which is definitely a little different from before.
At least, Mr. Tang's weight in the Febrile Disease School is much greater now.
"Niece Tang, welcome." Luo Hanwei greeted Tang Bing again.
Logically speaking, Luo Han is from his father's generation and is about the same age as her father, so calling her niece is nothing.
Tang Bing just nodded.
Luo Han looked at the ordinary-dressed young man next to Mr. Tang and was a little curious. He didn't know Xiao Chen.
Although Xiao Chen has a certain reputation in the affiliated hospital, Xiao Chen's reputation is not very high in the entire Binhai City that is so large.
"Mr. Tang, who is this young man?" Arhat asked out of curiosity.
"Secretary-General Luo, I came here with Mr. Tang to watch the fun." Xiao Chen said.
He is not a member here, so he is really ready to come and watch the fun.
However, Mr. Tang didn't think that way. He wanted to take this opportunity to recommend Xiao Chen to join the Typhoid School Branch. With Xiao Chen's medical skills, Mr. Tang felt that Xiao Chen's joining would be of great benefit to the Typhoid School Branch and Xiao Chen.
big effect.
Watching the fun?
"Secretary-General Luo, this is the apprentice of my old friend. However, his medical skills are better than mine. I brought him here this time to recommend him to join the Typhoid School."
"That's just right. Our Typhoid School needs this kind of Chinese medicine talents the most." Luo Han said with a smile.
When Xiao Chen was about to say something else, Mr. Tang and Tang Bing had already gone inside, and Xiao Chen could only follow.
After entering this Yinhai Villa, Xiao Chen found that many people had already arrived, and all of them had red signs hanging on their bodies.
This should mark their identity.
Xiao Chen was dressed so plainly, but he came in with Mr. Tang and Tang Bing. Those people were strange.
However, as soon as Tang Bing came in, many people immediately looked over.
Among them, a young man wearing a suit and about the same age as Tang Bing came over enthusiastically and said: "Mr. Tang, Tang Bing, we have been waiting for you to come over."
However, the young man's eyes did not pay attention to Xiao Chen, as if he did not see him at all.
Xiao Chen didn't care. Anyway, he came with Mr. Tang and Mr. Tang to watch the fun.
Tang Bing's face was still cold towards this young man who seemed very enthusiastic.
Xiao Chen took a look and saw that it wasn't those stinky bugs again, was it?
"Sister Tang Bing, isn't this another bitch who wants to pursue you?"
Xiao Chen didn't speak very loudly, but Yan Qing had already heard it.
Who is this country bumpkin?
How dare you call him a bastard?
In fact, Xiao Chen had known for a long time that with Tang Bing's appearance and his good medical skills in pediatrics, there must be many people pursuing her.
As for Zhou Wenbin, who had been taught a lesson before, he was just one of them.
Now this is the second time for Yan Qing.
"Xiao Chen, don't talk nonsense. This is Yan Qing, the son of the vice president of the Typhoid School branch. His father Yan Yishan is called Yan Shenyi in Binhai City, which means that all kings of Yama are afraid of him. This Yan Qing is still Binhai City
One of the attending physicians of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the People's Hospital." Mr. Tang said from the side.
"So awesome!" Xiao Chen asked.
"Mr. Tang, you said you praised me. Compared with Tang Bing, I'm still far behind."
However, Tang Bing snorted ungratefully and left alone. As expected, Yan Qing chased Tang Bing like a bug.
Xiao Chen did not go there, but followed Mr. Tang.
He knew that this was the first time he had seen so many Chinese medicine doctors since coming to Binhai City.
Of course, Xiao Chen still doesn’t know the level of these traditional Chinese medicine doctors.
Xiao Chen followed Mr. Tang to the side and sat down. Now he was eating and drinking. As expected, there was everything, such as fruits, tea, desserts and so on.
"Mr. Tang, if I had known there were so many delicious foods, we would have come here earlier."
"What's delicious about these?" These are not just ordinary gifts for entertaining guests.
When Mr. Tang sat down to drink tea, it was actually not too late for him to arrive.
Xiao Chen looked around. These Chinese medicine doctors ranged from more than 20 to 60 or 70 years old. However, among those who were as young as him, he was the only one for the time being.
Although the members of this Febrile Disease School branch, regardless of age, are based on personal medical skills and relationships, not just anyone can join.
This can be regarded as one of the high-level traditional Chinese medicine circles in Binhai City, and it can also be regarded as the highest-level existence of the typhoid school in Binhai City.
Xiao Chen and Mr. Tang were sitting there. Mr. Tang looked at Xiao Chen and asked, "Do you know the Typhoid School of Medicine?"
How could Xiao Chen not know about the Typhoid School?
However, he really didn't expect that such an organization and association actually existed. (To be continued)