Siheyuan: Stepping on many birds, eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks

The college entrance examination has not been resumed yet, so Ding Qiunan's dream of going to college is temporarily out of the question, but she can work in the First Hospital, and it won't be too late to go to college after the college entrance examination is resumed. Compared to working in the medical room of the Shicheng Machine Repair Factory, working in the First Hospital of Beijing is certainly more promising.

Having come up with the idea, Yan Jiekuang set off immediately.

Yan Jiekuang didn't ride a bicycle either, but took the bus instead.

When he arrived at the First Hospital, Yan Jiekuang went to find Zhong Kunlun.

"The director is currently performing surgery. If everything goes well, it will take another half an hour to finish." A nurse said to Yan Jiekuang.

"Surgery?" Yan Jiekuang was also stunned.

—Ordinary patients do not require Zhong Kunlun to personally treat them, so it seems that this is not an ordinary patient.

Now that he was here, Yan Jiekuang was determined to see Zhong Kunlun no matter what.

So Yan Jiekuang waited outside the operating room.

Waiting is so boring that I just read the newspaper and drink some tea.

Less than half an hour later, the lights in the operating room dimmed, the door opened from the inside, and Zhong Kunlun, wearing a white coat and a mask, walked out.

"Little Yan?" Zhong Kunlun was also surprised to see Yan Jiekuang.

Yan Jiekuang seldom comes here.

"Mr. Zhong." Yan Jiekuang smiled.

"Let's go to my office."

After sitting down in Zhong Kunlun's office, Yan Jiekuang started chatting with him.

When Yan Jiekuang mentioned arranging a job for Ding Qiunan, Zhong Kunlun smiled and said, "It's just a small matter."

As the dean, Zhong Kunlun has considerable power. Although he cannot directly arrange people to important positions in the First Hospital, it is not difficult to arrange a few people to be interns.

"By the way, there is a Chinese medicine symposium tonight. Mr. Qin knows that I know you, but he asked me to bring you there." Zhong Kunlun said.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine Symposium?" Yan Jiekuang also became interested.

Zhong Kunlun is well-versed in both Chinese and Western medicine, but he does not know that Western medicine is better. He is also an old Chinese medicine practitioner, but serves as the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

As for the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, he is referred to as Mr. Qin by Zhong Kunlun.

Mr. Qin comes from a medical family, and his ancestors have been traditional Chinese medicine practitioners for more than ten generations.

At present, Mr. Qin is known as the number one person in traditional Chinese medicine.

As Yan Jiekuang's fame grew, Mr. Qin also became interested in him.

"Several veteran Chinese medicine practitioners from the south came to Beijing, so Mr. Qin organized a symposium on Chinese medicine," said Zhong Kunlun.

Originally, Zhong Kunlun planned to find Yan Jiekuang after the operation, and then take Yan Jiekuang directly to the TCM symposium. Now that Yan Jiekuang is here, it will be easier. Nowadays, TCM is declining, and everyone advocates Western medicine. Mr. Qin often holds TCM symposiums to promote the development of TCM.

However, the development of traditional Chinese medicine is still too slow.

If this continues, traditional Chinese medicine may no longer exist in a few decades, which worries many people.

Although Yan Jiekuang also studied Western medicine, he focused on traditional Chinese medicine.

Yan Jiekuang is also willing to contribute to the promotion of traditional Chinese medicine.

It was still early, so I didn't rush to the Chinese Medicine Association.

Sitting in a car, Yan Jiekuang and Zhong Kunlun came to the Chinese Medicine Association together.

The Chinese Medicine Association is also located in a courtyard house, but it is a courtyard house with seven entrances.

Compared with the three-story courtyard house, the seven-story courtyard house is much larger, but it is not the largest courtyard house in Beijing. The largest courtyard house in Beijing is the one with thirteen stories.

There are dozens of families living in these seven courtyards, with a total of more than two hundred people.

When I arrived at the Central Courtyard, I saw hundreds of people, men, women, young and old, but only a few dozen were members of the Chinese Medicine Association. The Chinese Medicine Association is not something that anyone can join casually, the requirements are very strict.

It is worth mentioning that Yan Jiekuang also joined the Chinese Medicine Association.

"Old Zhong, you're a little late."

"This must be Xiao Yan! I've heard about him for a long time. He's young and promising. Great, great!"

When Zhong Kunlun arrived, everyone was enthusiastic. Then, most people looked at Yan Jiekuang curiously. Only a small number of people had seen Yan Jiekuang. Old Qin was older than the deaf old lady, his legs and feet were not straight, he was bald, and he wore reading glasses.

"Little Yan is a genius." Old Qin said with a smile.

The Chinese Medicine Association had already found out that Yan Jiekuang had not studied medicine for a long time and was self-taught. However, Yan Jiekuang treated many difficult and complicated diseases. Even some people who had stopped breathing were saved by Yan Jiekuang. This made people feel that he had brought the dead back to life, so they called Yan Jiekuang a miracle doctor.

However, Western medicine can also save many patients whose hearts have stopped beating.

Some people present also suspected that Yan Jiekuang did not live up to his reputation.

Feeling all kinds of gazes, there was suspicion, envy, jealousy, contempt, and relief, but Yan Jiekuang had a calm face.

In the Chinese Medicine Association, Yan Jiekuang's level should be the last, but he has the spirit of creation, so he is a cheat.

What others can cure, Yan Jiekuang can cure; what others cannot cure, Yan Jiekuang can also cure.

"It is a blessing for Chinese medicine and the country to have a genius like Xiao Yan," said Old Qin happily.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Qin." Yan Jiekuang felt a little embarrassed. After all, he knew his own limitations.

"It's good for young people not to be arrogant or impatient, but they shouldn't be overly modest either. They still need to have some sharpness," said Mr. Qin.

Suddenly, a young man in his twenties spoke up and directly asked Yan Jiekuang a difficult question about Traditional Chinese Medicine.

This young man had strong knowledge of Chinese medicine, even better than Yan Jiekuang. He asked difficult questions that Yan Jiekuang could not answer.

"Sorry, I don't know how." Yan Jiekuang said frankly.

"Then I'll try something simpler."

The young man asked a few more questions about traditional Chinese medicine, and Yan Jiekuang answered that he didn't know every time.

“You know nothing about anything. That’s all?” the young man said with disdain.

Yan Jiekuang didn't care either.

"Xiao Yan, you are too low-key." Zhong Kunlun frowned.

Zhong Kunlun is not the only one who thinks Yan Jiekuang is low-key, but most people still think that Yan Jiekuang has no ability.

Although theory does not represent everything, it is also the foundation of medicine.

Yan Jiekuang's theory of traditional Chinese medicine is really not good enough compared to Qin Lao and others.

"If Yan Jiekuang doesn't have any level, I don't think he is qualified to be a member of the Chinese Medicine Association." The young man who asked Yan Jiekuang just now spoke again.

At this time, there was a hint of anger in Yan Jiekuang's eyes. This was simply too much.

"Mr. Qin's legs and feet are not in good condition, so why don't I come and take a look." Yan Jiekuang ignored the young man who spoke and looked at Mr. Qin with a smile.

Suddenly, there was silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Qin is the president of the Chinese Medicine Association and the number one person in Chinese medicine.

"Then I'll have to trouble Xiao Yan." Old Qin was stunned at first, then he was happy.

"Although Mr. Qin's medical skills are good, a doctor cannot treat himself." Yan Jiekuang said casually.

After looking at Old Qin's legs and feet, Yan Jiekuang touched the bones and only understood a little.

"I need to go home and prepare. I can come to treat Mr. Qin tomorrow." Yan Jiekuang had no choice. All his luck had been used to save the deaf old lady, and now there was no luck left.

The young man sneered.

Old Qin looked at Yan Jiekuang deeply. Although doctors don't treat themselves, if Yan Jiekuang cured his legs and feet now, he would be embarrassed. But if he cured his legs and feet tomorrow, he would be much better. "He is neither arrogant nor impatient, and he knows his limits. It's rare. This boy is a rough diamond." Old Qin thought.

Looking at Old Qin's expression, Yan Jiekuang knew that he must be overthinking it.

Next, the Chinese medicine practitioner began to discuss various aspects of Chinese medicine.

Yan Jiekuang spoke less and listened more.

Yan Jiekuang also gained a lot from listening to these people talking about traditional Chinese medicine.

A symposium on traditional Chinese medicine lasted more than an hour before it ended.

When the symposium ended, Zhong Kunlun asked the driver to take Yan Jiekuang home first.

"Xiao Yan, can you really cure Mr. Qin's legs and feet?" Zhong Kunlun asked.

Zhong Kunlun had also seen Mr. Qin's legs and feet, but he didn't have the ability to cure them.

Although Chinese medicine focuses on health preservation, it is not easy to cure illnesses when you are old, and the older you are, the harder it is to cure your problems. "I'm a little sure." Yan Jiekuang smiled. He had a problem with the Qi of Creation.

"Then I'll wait and see tomorrow." Zhong Kunlun said with a smile

In the evening, people in the compound were not too surprised when they saw the car bringing Yan Jiekuang back.

In the past, when Yan Jiekuang took a car back to the compound for the first time, it caused quite a stir, but after doing it time after time, everyone became calmer.

When Yan Jiekuang returned home, his mother asked curiously.

"What? You went to attend the Traditional Chinese Medicine symposium?" Yan's mother looked surprised.

Although traditional Chinese medicine has declined, it is still a promising thing to be able to participate in a traditional Chinese medicine symposium.

After sleeping until dawn, Yan Jiekuang went to treat Mr. Qin.

With the help of good fortune, after a simple acupuncture treatment, Mr. Qin's legs and feet became more flexible.

Not only did he not need anyone to support him, Mr. Qin didn't even need a cane.

"This... is amazing." Old Qin exclaimed.