A month ago.

Office of the President of Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Old Wu, now that we've separated from them, we won't have enough people to attend classes!" A white-haired, energetic old man saw the office door open and said as he walked in. "You have to find a way to get some more people over here, preferably young and capable. We already have enough old guys in the hospital. They'll all retire and go home in a few years."

This person is Cheng Zhaoxing, director of the Warm Disease Teaching and Research Department of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Last month, the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Ministry of Health's Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine separated and officially became independent colleges of higher learning. Most of these old guys have returned to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to guide students and do some research here.

But Cheng Zhaoxing looked around and saw that the college was full of familiar faces. In the past few years, traditional Chinese medicine declined and was labeled as feudal superstition and monsters. Even many talented people were persecuted. Influenced by the general environment of the times, many young people chose Western medicine.

But a few years ago, after seeing the effectiveness of acupuncture and decoctions in traditional Chinese medicine, the higher-ups introduced a number of acupuncture talents to various military regions, which brought the originally precarious traditional Chinese medicine back to life.

Cheng Zhaoxing's three generations of ancestors were imperial physicians. He learned medicine from his father, Cheng Zhi, who was the director of the Imperial Medical Service in the late Qing Dynasty. After the fall of the Qing government, he continued to study with Ning Minda, one of the four famous doctors in Beijing. After he passed the Chinese medicine practitioner license, he worked in many hospitals and health bureaus over the years, and served as a visiting professor in many colleges. He was invited to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine this year.

The old friends of their age are not young anymore, but seeing that there is a lack of young people to take over the next generation, they have come out to cultivate more talents for the cause of traditional Chinese medicine. Otherwise, even if they retire and go home to enjoy their retirement, they will feel uneasy.

"That's easy for you to say. They need to be young and capable. Tell me a few such people so I can hear them." The old man at the desk was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was reading some documents. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Cheng Zhaoxing. "I see you are talking without any hesitation. Find the person now, and I will shamelessly come to invite him in person."

The old man is Wu Ziqian, the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He is almost sixty years old this year. His hair is jet black with only some white stubble at his temples. He looks much younger than Cheng Zhaoxing, who has gray hair.

Cheng Zhaoxing said angrily, "I didn't say I wanted someone in their twenties. At least someone a dozen or twenty years younger than us old guys will do, right? Otherwise, he'd have to sit on the podium to give a lecture, and he'd have to take a short break after each lecture. Look at Old Wang, he'd be out of breath after just a few words."

Dean Wu sighed, took off his glasses, and looked at his old friend. "I know what you mean. I've been looking for someone too. The situation is improving now, and many people are still waiting and watching. They won't come out anytime soon. I've contacted everyone I can, and there are only a few who are willing to come."

"Really?" Cheng Zhaoxing immediately became interested and came forward. "Tell me who they are? Are there any descendants of those families?"

“I guess so!”

Dean Wu took out a small notebook from the drawer and put on his reading glasses again. "I spent a lot of effort to invite these people. They are all descendants of the four famous doctors in our Beijing city back then."

The four famous doctors of Beijing do not mean that all of them are from Beijing. Some of them have their ancestral homes elsewhere, but they spend most of their time in Beijing. Because of their outstanding medical skills and different focuses, they are collectively known as the four famous doctors of Beijing.

"Oh, their strength must be good. As the old saying goes, a disciple is better than his master. It's right to find them!" When Cheng Zhaoxing heard that they were the four famous doctors, something flashed in his eyes and he immediately clapped his hands and smiled.

"Mr. Lin Xueming's grandson, Lin Ruize, currently works at the Chinese Medicine Research Institute. I invited him here only through his father's connections. They agreed to let me join, but he can't be at our institute every day. The work there also requires him, so he can only come occasionally to attend classes."

This was already very difficult. Dean Wu had to sacrifice his reputation to go there again and again. The boy was worthy of being the eldest grandson of the Lin family. He was indeed very strong, but he was arrogant and not easy to talk to.

"It's not impossible. Just arrange more large classes for him, so that people from several majors can take them together." Cheng Zhaoxing suggested.

Dean Wu glanced at Old Cheng with a smile, "We think alike on this point!"

"I also invited Ning Feibai, the second eldest grandson of the Ning family. He is particularly good at orthopedics and is currently teaching at Tonghui. So I directly invited him to come to our College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to serve as the director of the Orthopedics Department, and he agreed."

Cheng Zhaoxing nodded. He had also heard of this kid. He was a good seedling and had the style of his grandfather.

"As for the gynecology and pediatrics departments," Dean Wu was a little speechless. He took off his glasses again and looked at Cheng Zhaoxing ingratiatingly. "For the gynecology department, I recruited a good person from Dongzhimen. For the pediatric department—"

Somehow, seeing Dean Wu's gaze gave Cheng Zhaoxing a bad feeling.

really--

"Can Comrade Huifen come to the pediatric department to take over for a while?" Dean Wu said before Cheng Zhaoxing refused.

The comrade Yang Huifen he mentioned, who was good at gynecology, was the wife of Cheng Zhaoxing. She was from the Yang family. Her father was Mr. Yang Ting, who was also one of the four famous doctors in Beijing at that time.

Not long after Mr. Yang passed away, the Yang family was handed over to Yang Huifen's eldest brother Yang Maowen. Before the world became chaotic, the Yang family moved to Gangcheng. At that time, Yang Maowen wanted the Cheng family to go with them, but the deceased old man of the Cheng family disagreed.

The old man still had old ideas. He felt that he would rather die on this land. Moreover, he didn't think that his family's medical skills could not survive in troubled times.

Later, it turned out just as he expected. After a series of twists and turns, the Cheng family was finally preserved intact.

"Old Wu, Old Wu, you really know how to find things for people to do!" Cheng Zhaoxing couldn't say anything to object. The College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is going through a difficult time now and it is difficult to find suitable teachers. This group of students will come here and there will be no one to guide them, which is a waste of time.

If it were someone else, Cheng Zhaoxing would have to consider whether they had the ability to teach students, but if it was his own wife, he wouldn't have to worry at all.

Dean Wu took out his treasured tea from the cabinet, brewed it quickly, and took the initiative to bring it to Cheng Zhaoxing, looking at him eagerly, "Old Cheng——"

"Oh, that's enough. I'll go back and talk to Huifen and see if she's willing!" Although he said so, Cheng Zhaoxing knew that his wife would definitely come. She was more worried about the lack of successors to traditional Chinese medicine than he was.

Unfortunately, of the two sons in the family, one embarked on the path of scientific research, and the other joined the army.

Fortunately, some of his grandchildren are willing to learn from him, otherwise Cheng Zhaoxing would have vomited blood and died.