"President Hong..." Li Mingqing's eyes were a little moist.

"Remember," Dean Hong tightly grasped Li Ming's hand, "We must not abandon Traditional Chinese Medicine. Reform... isn't for the sake of reform, it's for... for the patients."

Li Mingqing nodded heavily, "I remember it."

At this moment, the monitor suddenly issued a shrill alarm.

"Director Chen! Director Chen!" Li Mingqing immediately started rescue efforts, with Director Chen's words still echoing in his ears.

"For... the patient..."

After an hour of rescue, President Hong passed away.

Zhao Chang looked at Li Mingqing, who still refused to give up, and choked up, saying, "Mingqing! The old dean was happy to see you before he left. He treasured that notebook throughout his life, so giving it to you at the last moment means he has no regrets."

Li Mingqing caught the notebook that was about to fall from the hospital bed.

My hands unconsciously clenched the notebook.

"President Zhao, what is the connection between President Hong and Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Zhao Chang signaled him to go out with his eyes.

Coming to the corridor, he whispered:

"A few years ago, as you know, many capable Chinese medicine doctors were forced to move to the countryside, and Chinese medicine suffered a great blow. The old dean's friend was a famous Chinese medicine doctor who died in the countryside. He always hoped that Chinese medicine could develop again."

Li Mingqing sighed and said, "I see."

"President Hong's life hasn't been easy. He's still suffering from illness in his old age. Oh, when I get old enough, I hope God will give me a quick death, preferably a swift one."

"Tsk, Dean Zhao, don't say anything careless."

Li Mingqing was worried that his words would come true.

Zhao Chang smiled bitterly and said, "I'm old."

"I'm sure you'll need to take good care of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at Jiefang Hospital."

"President Li, please pay more attention to this matter. I don't know any Chinese medicine practitioners, so please check and approve the recruitment process."

Li Mingqing nodded and agreed, "I'll tell you in advance when the time comes."

Zhao Chang said with some difficulty: "Opening a new department requires formalities, and-"

"And what?" Li Mingqing asked.

"Besides, your hospital is short of funds right now," Zhao Chang said helplessly, "Many departments are complaining about insufficient funding."

Li Mingqing nodded, "I know. But Traditional Chinese Medicine is different. It can not only cure diseases but also save medical costs."

He opened the notebook and placed it in front of Zhao Chang.

"Look, this is the budget drawn up by Dean Hong. According to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Mingren Hospital, this budget is very reasonable and will recover the costs within a year."

Zhao Chang took the notebook, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "This... this is indeed feasible."

Li Mingqing said seriously: "Start preparing immediately."

"Let me tell you in advance, it will take at least three months before we can get any results."

"Okay," Li Mingqing nodded.

President Hong’s funeral was held on a rainy day.

Li Mingqing stood in front of the tomb, looking at the familiar photo on the tombstone, feeling very complicated.

"President Hong, rest in peace."

At this moment, Sun Wenqian came over with a black umbrella.

Looking at the tombstone, he said to himself, "Old Hong, we've been together through thick and thin for so many years. We just met last week and I didn't expect you to be gone so soon."

Li Mingqing looked at Shen Tianjiao behind him.

Shen Tianjiao nodded.

"Dean Li, the last person Lao Hong saw was you. Did he say anything to you?" Sun Wenqian asked in a deep voice.

"We talked about medical reform and traditional Chinese medicine."

Li Mingqing did not hide anything.

Sun Wenqian turned to look at him with a gentle gaze, "It seems he has high hopes for you. Young man, the future is in your hands."

"Professor Sun, I—"

"President Li, you are definitely a leader among the younger generation," Sun Wenqian affirmed without hesitation. "The Xiang Dehua incident has come to an end, and we are working hard to restore the reputation of our hospital."

Shen Tianjiao curled his lips.

Although I don't want to admit it, what the professor said is the truth.

Li Mingqing does have the real talent.

Li Mingqing smiled and said, "Professor Sun, if nothing unexpected happens, Jiefang Hospital will establish a Traditional Chinese Medicine Department in a few months. I hope you can go there then."

"Okay, I'll definitely go and take care of Lao Hong's unfinished business."

Sun Wenqian said seriously.

"Excuse me, how are you and Dean Hong?"

"We went to university to study medicine in the same year. There was another brother who lived in the same dormitory with us and we were very close friends.

Although we had different majors, after graduation the three of us went to the same hospital.

The turbulent times in peacetime are rolling in.

Alas, different choices lead to different endings.

After going around in circles, I was the only one left.”

Sun Wenqian calmly described the first half of their lives in a few words.

Sad and tenacious.

It was the first time that Shen Tianjiao heard Professor Sun talking about the past.

We only know that Professor Sun returned from abroad in great glory, but from Professor Sun's statement, we can see that behind the glory there are many regrets.

"Professor Sun, you are leading a team at the First People's Hospital. The doctors in your team will be outstanding in the future."

"I dare not say that," Sun Wenqian waved his hand, "Well, let's talk about Tianjiao, he——"

Shen Tianjiao saw that he was hesitant to speak, and immediately responded:

“I work hard and strive to move in a good direction.”

Seeing his guilty look, Sun Wenqian smiled and said, "Dean Li, next time Tianjiao comes looking for trouble with you, you must give him a good beating. If Hua Chun hadn't told me about that, I really wouldn't have known. Tianjiao deserves a beating. It's good for him to suffer more. Dean Li, please don't show mercy. A man can take a beating. Just leave him with a breath."

Shen Tianjiao's face flushed red.

It's so embarrassing.

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