Ding Qiunan, awakened by the sounds of voices in the courtyard, lifted a corner of the curtain in the main bedroom and looked outside.

Seeing the father and his two sons exercising earnestly, their faces beaming with happiness.

After having breakfast and taking the two children to school, he and Ding Qiunan returned to the hospital.

As soon as I entered the office, the phone rang.

It was Director Cheng who called to inform him of something: the procedures for evaluating doctors' qualifications have been approved by higher authorities.

In general, it will be more stringent for doctors to upgrade their skills in the future than before, but the human factor will also be reduced significantly.

The foreign language requirement for the TCM doctor examination, which Li Chu was most concerned about, was ultimately cancelled.

He hung up the phone and clenched his fist hard; this change was already significant.

It's not that we don't want these doctors to learn more, but there's simply no need for it. If they want to learn, they can learn on their own. There's no need to spend energy learning something they might never use in their lifetime.

Instead of wasting time on that, you'd be better off focusing on improving your own skills.

So what's the next step?

After this evaluation method is announced, the next thing that should happen is that students of medical colleges that offer TCM majors will no longer need to study foreign languages, or the foreign language course will be changed from mandatory to elective.

This can be considered a good deed that Li Chu has done for future students of traditional Chinese medicine.

Li Chu, sitting in the chair, let out a soft breath.

Eat your food one bite at a time, and do things one step at a time.

Now that the foreign language incident has been settled, the next thing to do is address the issue of traditional Chinese medicine.

The issue of traditional Chinese medicine was something Li Chu had seen by chance in his previous life. He didn't remember the specific details; he had only glanced at it and thought about it briefly.

The news at the time stated that China had registered more than 3,000 patents for traditional Chinese medicine abroad, while foreign countries had applied for more than 10,000 patents for traditional Chinese medicine in China.

Isn't it terrifying? The things left to us by our ancestors can no longer be used by us. Traditional Chinese medicine has become Westernized Chinese medicine.

As far as he knew, the country seemed to have only started drafting an intellectual property protection law this year. It was a law, and who knew when it would be completed.

And if he remembers correctly, even when patent law was first introduced, it didn't seem to be taken very seriously.

However, the issue of registering patents for traditional Chinese medicine is not too urgent at the moment, because the country's development has not yet begun to take off, and traditional Chinese medicine has not yet attracted the attention of foreign pharmaceutical companies.

What he needs to do now is prepare the relevant materials and then find an opportunity to submit them.

This problem must be addressed from the top down; if he simply reports it to the ministry, it will never get taken seriously.

These people's thinking is very limited; they simply can't imagine going that far.

Let's take it slow; there's a long way to go!

With a preliminary plan in place, let's get started.

I took out some stationery from the drawer and decided to write a report first.

Fortunately, Uncle Wang is in charge of this area now, so all I need to do is report it to him. What I need to do is convince Uncle Wang and make him realize the importance of this matter.

The day passed like this: writing reports, and when I got tired of writing one, I switched to the fifth case study. Alternating between the two helped to refresh my mind.

Sitting in the car after get off work in the afternoon, Ding Qiunan noticed the weariness in her husband's eyes and asked, "What did you do today? Why do you look so tired?"

"Oh, I've been writing materials all day, and my head is a little throbbing."

Back home, the front door was locked, meaning no one was home. The two looked at each other. Where were the children? They should have come back today after submitting their college applications.

Just as Ding Qiunan took out her keys and was about to open the door, Li Qin rode in on her bicycle from the alley entrance.

"Sis, you're off work?"

"Hey, you're back." Li Qin said, getting off her bicycle. "By the way, are Wenhui and Wenxuan filling out their college applications today?"

"Yes, but I haven't seen anyone." Li Chu pointed to the large lock hanging on the door.

"So you've gone off to play somewhere. You two don't need to cook. I bought some braised meat and will come over for dinner later."

"That's perfect, I was just too lazy to do it anyway."

At this moment, the gate to the courtyard where Ding's mother and the others lived opened, and Ding Jianguo's wife, Chen Na, who was more than eight months pregnant, slowly walked out.

I looked up and saw three people standing at the door, and I was stunned for a moment.

When Ding Qiunan saw her sister-in-law, she didn't open the door, but put away her keys and walked over.

"Nana, where are you going?"

"Sis, we're out of soy sauce at home. I'll go to the alley entrance to get some, and I'll also get some exercise." Chen Na waved the soy sauce bottle in her hand.

After saying that, he called out to Li Qin and Li Chu, "Sister Qin, brother-in-law."

Li Qin smiled and replied, then said to her younger brother, "Remember to come over later, I'm going back to cook now."

After saying goodbye to Ding Qiunan and Chen Na, she pushed her bike home.

Ding Qiunan handed the bag she was carrying to her husband: "You go back first, I'll walk with Nana."

"By the way, sister, brother-in-law, Wenhui and Wenxuan came over this morning. They told Mom they went back to Grandma Wang's place and said they'll stay there during the holiday."

Upon hearing this, Li Chu slapped his forehead. These two unlucky kids, couldn't they have waited for them to come back and told them in person?

Ding Qiunan could only smile wryly. Well, now that it's vacation time, he's going to have a blast.

"Okay, thank you Nana, your brother-in-law and I understand."

After watching them turn out of the alley, Li Chu took out his keys and opened his front door.

Inside the door, the dogs were getting impatient. They had heard their owner return long ago, but why weren't they coming in?

He could tell at a glance that the dogs were hungry; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so eager to lie down and wait at the door.

Cooking for these dogs every day is a huge undertaking.

After putting down his bag, he went to the kitchen, opened the storage room lid, and went down to the basement storage room.

There's a bunch of ice cubes that Li Chu specially bought here; it feels like stepping into a refrigerator as soon as you enter.

He picked up a large cloth bag from the shelf next to him, went back up, and put the lid back on.

The bag contained steamed buns prepared in advance, which were specially made for the dog. Ice was placed in the storage room to prevent them from spoiling.

The dogs at home consume too much food. He can only eat four or five meat buns at most in one meal, while each of his dogs can easily eat ten.

Fill the large pot on the stove with water, then place a steamer rack inside, put the buns in, cover the pot with the lid, and light the firewood.

Alright, just wait and see.