Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Taking revenge for personal gain?
The weather was very dry during the Dragon Boat Festival. It finally rained, but instead of lowering the temperature, it turned Henan City into a big steamer. I was sticky and wet from morning to night.
Today is the day when the results of the Traditional Chinese Medicine License Examination will be announced. The list of those who have passed will be announced on the blackboard outside the Municipal Health Commission, but even more crowded than the door of the Health Commission are the major tutoring institutions in the city.
With the development of technology today, those who have a phone can make a phone call to check, and those who have a computer can search the official website. It is not like a few years ago when only the National Health Commission could announce the test scores.
In order to attract candidates, the tutoring classes will publish results that are more detailed than those of the Health Commission: in addition to the candidates' scores, there will also be the overall ranking of the exam, as well as the pass rate and overall average score of their own students, in order to attract more students.
Therefore, among the crowd of people outside the tutoring class, only 40% are students waiting for their results, and the remaining 60% are waiting to see the next batch of candidates for the tutoring class's education level.
After rounds of screening, Shen Miao finally chose a tutoring class called Xinglin Medical Auxiliary in Tonghua District.
Xinglin Medical Auxiliary School has a strong faculty. Daily teaching is done by experienced Chinese medicine practitioners with at least ten years of medical experience. Occasionally, experts and professors are invited from major hospitals to provide guidance.
Moreover, the pass rate of students tutored by them is also very high. In the last period, there were a total of 132 people who took the TCM specialty physician certificate exam, and eight of them successfully obtained the physician qualification certificate.
A pass rate of 6 percent sounds low, but there were more than 5,000 people taking the exam in the province last time, and less than 100 passed. In comparison, the pass rate is much higher.
I just don’t know what the pass rate is for this period.
"Have you asked about tuition fees and other things?" Chen Shansheng asked, standing on the curb and looking at the huge group of people on the opposite side.
"Well, it's 1500 yuan for night classes only, and 3500 yuan for both day and night classes. I plan to sign up for day and night classes."
While tidying up Shen Miao’s clothes, Wang Dongmei also asked, “Did you get your ID card? Oh, and your high school diploma, do you want to show it to me as well?”
Shen Miao pulled out her ID card from her pocket, “No, just take your ID card and fill out a form.”
Shen Shansheng and Wang Dongmei were of no help with the exam, and knew nothing about finding a tutoring class. Fortunately, Shen Miao knew she had to worry about it, and she had made all the preparations before coming to register.
Just like the previous junior high school registration and high school registration, this time Shen Miao came to the tutoring class to register with the whole family. Compared to the nervousness of Shen Shansheng and his wife, Shen Wanshan acted very calm, just sitting aside and smoking the tobacco he rolled silently.
"It's out! The results are out!"
It was 9:10 in the morning, ten minutes later than the time when the National Health Commission announced the results.
When the door of the tutoring school opened, four or five people came out with some red paper and paste, and posted the "Honor Roll" on the wall outside the door.
The pass rate for this exam hit a new high.
A total of 762 people took the TCM specialty examination, and 104 of them successfully obtained certificates; 85 people took the TCM specialty physician qualification examination, and 7 of them passed.
The people who were crowding in front of the honor rolls looking for their names were very much like the scholars taking part in the imperial examinations in ancient times: those who passed the exam cheered loudly to celebrate their success, while those who failed sighed silently and then prepared to re-register for the next exam.
After seeing the results, everyone went to the Academic Affairs Office to register.
Different from those teaching institutions that can only afford to rent one floor, Xinglin Medical Auxiliary School has its own teaching buildings, a total of three buildings, each accommodating candidates studying different subjects.
Today is the day when the results of the Traditional Chinese Medicine exam are released, and in a few days it will be the day for the clinical nursing exam. In order not to disturb their review, after entering the school, the staff will specifically remind them to pay attention to the volume.
It had been a long time since I had stepped into the school gate. When I saw the red flag flying in the middle of the school, Shen Miao felt as if she had returned to high school. The difference was that the high school campus was filled with the scent of books, while here there was the smell of disinfectant and boiled medicinal herbs.
There were quite a few people who came to register, but there were only six or seven people responsible for counting and collecting fees. The long line stretched from the second floor to the first floor.
The sun was the hottest at noon, making people sweat profusely. There were no trees in the school to provide shade, so everyone could only stand in rows like dried sweet potatoes, slowly being dried out by the sun.
While queuing, Shen Miao roughly noticed that the people who came to sign up were basically over 30 years old, with more in their 40s and 50s, and there were also elderly people with gray hair, and most of them were men.
Finally, they saw a few faces of the same sex, and they were all old enough to be called aunts and sisters-in-law. Shen Miao could almost be said to be the youngest among them.
But medical skills are not determined by age. All of them come from various cities and villages in the province. Some are self-taught, some inherit the family business, and some study under famous teachers. Everyone seems to have some real skills.
Boom!
The team finally moved forward a few meters, and suddenly someone fell to the ground because he couldn't bear the heat.
"Someone come and help."
"Water? Is there any cold water?"
"Carry the person to a shady place first."
We all studied medicine, and doctors have a kind heart. When we saw someone fall, everyone rushed over subconsciously.
The person who fainted was a woman who came to accompany her husband to register. Her maroon dress was almost soaked with sweat. She had been exposed to the sun early in the morning, so her face was pale and her lips were a little chapped.
She was helped to a shady place near the corridor, and everyone brought cold water to cool her down. Some even took off their clothes and fanned her to cool her down.
"Thank you. Thank you."
The man bowed sincerely to thank everyone.
"It's okay, no need to be so polite." The man said as he took out a tube of Huoxiang Zhengqi from his pocket and said, "Give her one to drink."
"Thank you, but she's pregnant now and can't drink." Putting his arm around the woman's shoulders, the man politely declined his kindness.
After being fanned and applying cold water to her forehead, the woman soon recovered, but her face still looked ugly.
"Let's take her pulse and see if the baby in her belly is okay." someone suggested.
The man placed his hands on her Cun, Guan, and Chi, and carefully felt her pulse, but Shen Miao looked at his technique and expression… Well, it should be because he was taking the exam right after graduating, his fingers looked very inexperienced.
Sure enough, after feeling for a long time, the man could only feel the pulse and could not tell any more details.
Most of the doctors present were male. Although treatment is gender-neutral, it was not appropriate to ask to diagnose someone else's wife. Fortunately, there were also female doctors, so several aunts and sisters took the initiative to go over and help take her pulse.
Shen Miao felt their pulses together, and everyone came to a similar conclusion: she had just gotten pregnant, and was a little malnourished, so the fetal qi was a little unstable.
"Go back and eat more meat to replenish your nutrition. Look how thin she is."
"Yeah, don't let her get too tired just after she gets pregnant. It's so hot, she should rest at home."
"Fortunately the child is fine. You are a doctor, too. Go back and get him a prescription for warm tonic medicine to nourish him."
"Ah, this..." The man was a little embarrassed, "I studied orthopedics, not gynecology. As for the prescription..."
"Forget it, forget it. I'll just write one for you."
Shen Miao usually comes into contact with pregnant women a lot, so she dare not say how proficient she is, but at least she has no problem prescribing a prescription for preserving and nourishing the fetus.
After saying that, she took out a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket, wrote him a prescription for the Thirteen Protectors, and then showed it to the other doctors around her.
"Well, this recipe is OK."
"No problem. Just follow the recipe my sister wrote and eat it."
After the man took it, he bowed to her gratefully and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!"
After waiting in line outside for almost another hour, it was almost noon before it was finally Shen Miao’s turn.
The class will start in two days, and the next teaching task will be planned immediately after the results come out, so several teachers in charge of daily teaching have also come to school one after another, preparing to have a meal together and then hold a meeting.
The first person to come was a man who looked to be in his fifties. He was carrying a cloth bag in his left hand and a canning bottle that he used as a water cup in his right hand. He was dressed casually, but he looked very serious. His aura of "no strangers allowed" made people want to make way for him.
Many of the people queuing were his students. Some of them had never passed the exam once, some had never passed it twice, and some had taken the exam three or four times. As he glanced over those familiar faces, he was neither angry nor upset, as if he didn't know them at all.
Even if someone took the initiative to greet him and ask "Hello, teacher", he would just respond dryly with the corners of his lips.
It is said that strict teachers produce excellent students, but which student would want to meet a strict teacher?
Anyway, Shen Miao didn’t want to.
“Was that Xiao Qin just now?” Shen Wanshan touched Shen Shansheng’s arm and asked.
"Which one?"
“The one who just came to the teaching building,” the teacher had already walked into the teaching building, so Shen Wanshan had to describe him verbally, “the one wearing a gray and white striped shirt and holding a glass bottle in his hand.”
Shen Shansheng shook his head, "I didn't notice."
It would be Shen Miao’s turn soon, and his attention was on the queue, so why would he care about the people downstairs?
"Who is Xiao Qin?" Wang Dongmei asked Chen Shansheng anxiously.
Chen Shansheng was confused, "There are many people with the surname Qin, I don't know which one it is..."
"Xiao Qin, oh, that Xiao Qin," the name was on the tip of his tongue, but Shen Wanshan just couldn't say it, "that's the one who came to me to learn medicine, your junior high school classmate!"
"Qin? Studying medicine?"
After thinking carefully for a while, Shen Shansheng finally found his name from his memory: "Qin Xiaokun?"
"Yes, yes, it's Qin Xiaokun!"
Qin Xiaokun is Chen Shansheng's junior high school classmate. Although he has a city hukou, his family situation is not very good. His grandfather takes medicine all year round and his grandmother also has asthma.
He had been aspiring to become a doctor since he was a child. He heard that the Shen family had been practicing medicine for generations and was very famous in the surrounding villages. He asked Shen Wanshan several times, hoping to learn medical skills from him.
Unfortunately, Shen Wanshan refused.
It has to be said that compared to the dull-witted Shen Shansheng, Qin Xiaokun is very talented in medicine.
Every time Shen Wanshan asked Shen Shansheng to recite medicinal materials and read medicinal properties, he could not remember them after repeating them several times, but Qin Xiaokun could remember them very quickly. Even if he just listened to a few sentences occasionally, he could figure out the tricks.
Seeing that his son could not inherit the family business, Shen Wanshan almost softened his heart and wanted to take him as his apprentice, but in the end...
The Shen family's medical skills can only be passed down to the Shen family's bloodline. This is the rule passed down from ancestors.
After all, there are many prescriptions that are unique and secret and cannot be passed on to outsiders, so even if he is sincere and once even knelt outside the Shen family's yard for a whole day, Shen Wanshan remained unmoved and resolutely abided by the rules of the family.
Later, Shen Shansheng graduated from junior high school and went to another high school, and I never saw him again.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, Qin Xiaokun actually insisted on studying medicine and even made a successful path of his own.
God rewards those who work hard, which is cause for celebration!
The next person to register was Shen Miao’s turn. At this moment, Qin Xiaokun came upstairs, with his hands behind his back, and repeatedly inspected the crowd of registered students.
"Qin Xiaokun?" Shen Shansheng called him.
Following the sound to the door of the registration office, Qin Xiaokun took a closer look at him, "Shansheng, Chen Shansheng?!"
"Yes, yes, it's me!"
"It must have been decades since we last saw each other, right?"
Shen Shansheng nodded, "Almost forty years."
"I heard you became the village chief? Great!"
"Oh, it's not that bad. How about you? Are you a teacher now?"
"He is still a doctor, but he comes to teach the candidates when he has free time."
Failure to become a disciple of Shen Wanshan did not dampen Qin Xiaokun's enthusiasm for learning medicine. On the contrary, he even strengthened his determination to study medicine.
At first he taught himself by reading books, then he studied systematically with a teacher, and later he got to know more teachers through his teacher. In the process of learning, he continued to increase his knowledge and experience, and finally became a senior expert in a provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.
Perhaps he hoped that his medical skills would be passed on to more people, so a few years ago he was invited to give lectures in a tutoring class to help more candidates become part of the medical profession.
The young boys who used to study have grown up.
One became a doctor and the other became a village chief, so naturally they can't speak as casually as they did when they were children.
However, they shook hands and patted each other on the shoulders, looking very polite. It didn't seem like a reunion of old classmates, but more like two leaders greeting each other.
Turning his head slightly, when he saw Shen Wanshan beside him, the smile on Qin Xiaokun's face slightly subsided, "Hello, Uncle Shen." He casually glanced at the candidates queuing behind him and asked tentatively, "Are you here to sign up for the next TCM qualification examination?"
Shen Wanshan smiled slightly, “No, I came to accompany my granddaughter to register.”
Glancing at Shen Miao, who was only about twenty years old, Qin Xiaokun's eyes were filled with complex emotions. At the moment their eyes met, Shen Miao felt a little uneasy when she nodded to greet him.
In his pupils, Shen Miao saw pride.
Even though it wasn't very obvious, I still sensed what he didn't say: "See, even if you don't accept me as your apprentice, I can still be an excellent doctor now."
There is also respect, respect for Shen Wanshan who has been practicing medicine for decades and curing countless patients.
Contempt and disdain... maybe there are some too? It's like after seeing more mountains, you realize that what you once looked up to was just an inconspicuous little hill.
In short, his emotions when facing Shen Wanshan were extremely complicated, so much so that when he looked at herself again, he was unable to sort out these emotions quickly, which allowed her to notice some clues.
"Hello."
Looking into his eyes, Shen Miao felt inexplicably frightened, and she lowered her head subconsciously after greeting him.
“I think I’ve seen you on TV?” Seeing that Shen Miao looked familiar, Qin Xiaokun thought carefully and then said, “Which show was it? I remember you were on it more than once.”
Shen Miao replied embarrassedly: “Well, it happened two years ago, that “Science and Me”.”
Qin Xiaokun nodded as if he understood something.
"Next one."
It was Shen Miao’s turn to fill out the registration form.
"Wait a moment." Qin Xiaokun stopped.
As soon as he finished speaking, he unfolded the piece of paper he had been holding and showed it to her, "Did you write this?"
Is it a prescription? It is the prescription that Shen Miao just wrote for that man’s wife.
"Yes."
"Do you know that you did something wrong?" Qin Xiaokun asked in a gentle voice.
Shen Miao carefully read the prescription she had written: black mustard spike, Chuanxiong, mugwort leaf, Notopterygium wilfordii, core-removed Fritillaria cirrhosa… every ingredient and dosage was correct.
“No, this is the prescription from Fu Qingzhu’s Gynecology and Postpartum Medicine. I just changed a few milder medicines.” Shen Miao looked at it several times and did not find any mistakes. “I just showed it to several doctors, and they also…”
"Who asked you to write it? The patient? Or someone else?" Qin Xiaokun interrupted her.
“No, I wrote it myself.”
"Do you have a medical license?"
"No, I'm preparing to take the exam today."
"Since you don't have a medical license and no one asked you for one," Qin Xiaokun's voice suddenly rose an octave and became more sonorous. "Who allowed you to write prescriptions for others?!"
For a moment, the corridors on both floors fell silent, and those who were waiting in line to register all looked in the direction of Shen Miao.
"I, I thought that she was weak and her husband didn't know anything about gynecology, so..."
Qin Xiaokun's momentum did not diminish. "So you think you know a lot? So much that you can prescribe medicine for people without a qualification certificate?"
"I……"
Shen Miao’s head hung even lower.
Turning his head to look at the pairs of eyes behind him, Qin Xiaokun held up the prescription in his hand and said sternly: "I don't care what you are like at home, in the village, or outside, but in Xinglin Medical Auxiliary and in the hospital, you have no right to treat people and prescribe medicine without a medical qualification certificate!"
"Being a doctor is a serious profession, and Chinese medicine is recognized by the country. The purpose of your coming here is to become a member of the industry and gain national recognition, not to think that you can get a certificate just because you have some experience and skills."
"Before you get your qualification certificate, please remember that you are nothing! You can help people, but you don't have the power to heal them. If a patient has problems because of your medicine, can you bear the responsibility?!"
From childhood to adulthood, although Shen Miao's academic performance was not that good, she had never been criticized as an example like this.
It's really embarrassing...
The eyes of the people around her were like sharp knives, stabbing her whole body and causing her ears to turn red.
His ruthlessness surprised Shen Miao.
After all, he and his biological father were classmates, and he once wanted to study under Shen Wanshan. Even if he did something inappropriate, he could have said it in private. At worst, he could have reminded himself in a low voice. There was no need to be so ruthless, right?
Wang Dongmei wanted to say something to defend Shen Miao, but was pulled back by Shen Shansheng. Then she looked at Shen Wanshan who was standing aside, and he had no intention of standing up for Shen Miao.
It was a bit embarrassing for Qin Xiaokun to point out Shen Miao’s mistakes in front of everyone, but they, as parents, could only watch helplessly.
Since the mistake has been noticed by others, they have the final say on when and how to point it out, and no one else can object.
It is like driving on the road without a driver's license. No matter how experienced or steady you are, anyone has the right to report to the police. Even if the driver has a huge secret, the police are obligated to stop the car at any time.
It is nothing more than the difference between "being considerate of feelings" and "doing one's duty".
After saying that, Qin Xiaokun handed the prescription back to Shen Miao, “In view of your behavior of prescribing medicine to others privately this time, I will give you a ‘bad’.”
"We have very high standards for students in Xinglin. If you make a mistake, you will get a 'bad' grade. If your test score is too low, you will get a 'bad' grade. If you are late, leave early or miss classes a certain number of times, you will also get a 'bad' grade... If you get five 'bad' grades in total, you will be expelled."
"So you'd better think carefully about whether you still want to sign up for this name now."
Bad? In other words, it's a punishment.
Being the top student in school, no, being punished before even entering school, isn’t that a bit too much?
Shen Miao was not convinced, but she could do nothing about his decision. After all, she was the one who made the mistake first. If she wanted to study here, she had to follow the school rules and accept the punishment honestly.
After saying these harsh words, Qin Xiaokun's attitude softened a little. He turned to Shen Shansheng and Shen Wanshan and explained, "I am not targeting anyone on purpose. I am acting out of my responsibility as a teacher and doctor. What I said just now was a bit harsh, but I hope you understand."
First give a slap, then stuff a sweet date into your mouth, haha...
Like Shen Miao, although his words made Shen Wanshan feel uncomfortable, he did not mean to blame him, but just pulled the corners of his lips dryly and replied: "I understand, Miao Miao does not have a certificate. You are right, you can help people, but you can't heal people."
“It is indeed Miaomiao’s problem today, but this ‘bad’… can it be delayed a bit?” Shen Shansheng interceded for Shen Miao.
I originally wanted to say that I did it for the sake of our old classmates, but after thinking about it, I swallowed the words back.
Qin Xiaokun said without hesitation: "Sorry, I can't."
After saying that, he picked up a registration form from the table and asked, "Do you still want to apply for this name today?"
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