Chapter 181 Get a University Diploma
In the jeep, Dean Shen looked around, fumbling around, his mind full of questions:
"Where did you get this jeep? And this jeep is really something special. How come it's so powerful and has much better suspension?"
Lin Sanqi had already thought of an excuse, so he said openly:
"This car isn't mine. It belongs to Mr. Fu Zuofu, who lives on Dongsi 3rd Street. I helped him with some small favors before, so he lent me his jeep and truck."
"Fu Zuo? Which Fu Zuo?"
Dean Shen was still quite cautious. A 1959 car was a rare find. How could he borrow such a precious car without asking for it, and then borrow two cars at once? He was being too attentive without any reason, and he was definitely not doing it with good intentions.
"You don't know Fu Zuo, but you must know his brother, the last one in the Forbidden City, Pu Yi."
"Oh, so they are the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. How did you get involved with this group of people?"
Dean Shen felt relieved when he heard that they were the old people from the previous dynasty. He knew that these people were all playboys who were good at cockfighting and dog walking. They were spendthrifts and generous. It was normal for them to lend a few cars to whoever they liked.
Otherwise, how could such a large palace be defeated so easily? This was a huge joke known to everyone in the city.
However, this group of people are not dangerous and are just waiting to die, so the relevant departments have not targeted them and let them fend for themselves.
Lin Sanqi also wanted to take this opportunity to whitewash his two modified cars, so he explained:
"These old folks are living off the fat of the land. They're struggling to make ends meet now, struggling to even get a full meal. I helped them get some food, but it wasn't much. I guess they were trying to win me over. Since I'm a young man who likes to drive, they lent me their unused car."
If anyone had any doubts about this, they could easily verify that the car was indeed from Prince Fu Zuo's mansion. Lin Sanqi hadn't lied.
Dean Shen thought of something and said with some worry:
"Even if the car was borrowed from someone else, isn't it too conspicuous for you to drive it?"
"It's okay. I've already arranged for the car to be registered with our hospital's logistics department. It will be temporarily registered under our hospital's name."
Dean Shen was so angry that he laughed:
"Asshole, you registered it under our hospital's name. So the hospital is responsible for your reputation and also for your gasoline? Let me tell you, gasoline is a precious strategic material. Don't even think about taking it from our unit."
Nowadays, large trucks and buses on the road all have a large air bag on their roofs, and they either burn coal or firewood. In any case, there is a shortage of diesel and gasoline.
If you want to refuel, you need approval, and then the relevant department will give you a small booklet, which you can use to refuel, and there is a quota every year.
Lin Sanqi said indifferently while driving:
"Uncle Shen, don't worry. I get my own gasoline. I won't take advantage of socialism. I'm just doing this to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Dean Shen felt relieved when he heard that the company didn't have to pay for the gasoline. It wasn't a big deal to just put his name on the car. The company could borrow it if it really needed a car in the future.
Anyway, in the eyes of leaders, public property is public property, and private property is also public property.
If you want it, take it!
Dean Shen sat in the passenger seat and took the opportunity to move his butt a few times, sighing:
"This royal car is truly different. It's so comfortable to sit in, unlike my jeep, which shakes like a motor and almost knocks out kidney stones. By the way, have you prepared everything I asked you to?"
Lin Sanqi pursed his lips and said, "Don't make any noise. They're all in the back, all in sacks."
"Okay, with these things and my face, the matter is settled. You kid, I've been worried about you for a long time."
Dean Shen complained, but he was actually very happy.
Late last night, Lin Sanqi not only delivered a lot of southern fruits, but also 100 kilograms of Conghua fragrant rice and 5 dried salted fish.
The old couple had been having fun hiding in the house for a long time, and finally they could secretly eat their fill at home.
Last night, Lin Sanqi went not only to the dean's house, but also to the homes of Chief Zhou of the Pharmacy Department, Chief Quan of the Logistics Department, Chief Li of the Organization and Personnel Department, Chief Zhang of the Security Department, Chief Jiang of the Finance Department, and the home of his direct superior, Chief Kong of the Purchasing Department.
Of course, I had to say goodbye to the home of Deputy Section Chief Wu of the Purchasing Department.
Lin Sanqi's repeated corruption of the leadership quickly established a close relationship between Lin Sanqi and the leadership of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and they were now considered to be on the same boat.
From now on, as long as Lin Sanqi doesn't commit suicide or do anything anti-D, anti-social, or anti-human, the hospital will definitely protect him.
Capital Medical College is located on Dahongluochang Street in Shichahai. This area was the imperial capital of the Qing Dynasty, so it is full of mansions with noble gates and large courtyards.
After liberation, these courtyard houses were all converted into housing for various units, including Peking University Medical School.
Under the command of Dean Shen, Lin Sanqi quickly drove the car into the school gate.
As soon as Lin Sanqi got off the bus, he heard a girl next to him shout in surprise:
"Hey, Lin Sanqi, why are you here? Aren't you on a business trip in the south?"
Lin Sanqi was delighted when he turned around. What a coincidence! He ran into Pan Ye, whose eyes were shining:
"Haha, I just got back yesterday. Today I came to your school with my boss to do some work. By the way, why are you still studying at school? Shouldn't you be doing an internship?"
"We are on a three-year program, and our internship will start in the first half of next year. We don't know yet which hospital we will be assigned to."
"Hey, why don't you go to our hospital? Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the strongest hospital in the country. You studied Traditional Chinese Medicine, right? Our hospital is a good match for you."
Dean Shen also got out of the car at this time. Seeing Lin Sanqi met a beautiful girl, he was also very curious:
"This classmate is..."
"Oh, Dean, this student is my friend. He's a junior here and will be doing his internship next year. I'd like to invite him to our hospital. How about you open a backdoor for him?"
"Pan Ye, this is Director Shen from our Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Hello, Dean Shen!"
"Okay, okay!" Dean Shen looked her up and down with an auntie smile on her face, feeling quite satisfied.
"You'd like to come to our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for an internship. On behalf of the dean, I welcome you. Comrade Lin Sanqi is a good guy. His parents are both employees of our hospital, and he's about to become a regular cadre. He's young and promising, hahaha~~~"
Lin Sanqi felt extremely embarrassed when he heard this. It felt like a parent bragging about how good their child was.
"Dean, stop bragging and let's get down to business."
"Okay, see you later, classmate Pan!"
"Goodbye, Dean Shen. By the way, Lin Sanqi, if you have nothing to do at noon, I'd like to invite you to the cafeteria for lunch. Today is the first time we have meat dishes in the cafeteria."
Pan Ye had eaten so many meals at Lin Sanqi's restaurant, and he always wanted to repay her. He couldn't afford to eat out, but the school cafeteria was okay.
Of course Lin Sanqi wanted to agree, but there was a leader next to him.
Dean Shen laughed and said, "It's okay. You young people can go eat. I'll take the bus back by myself later."
Then he whispered to Lin Sanqi:
"She's pretty, looks honest, and she's a college student, so you better seize the opportunity."
The sound was not loud, but everyone nearby could hear it, making Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye blush, while the other female classmates nearby tried to hold back their laughter.
Principal's office.
Principal Jin Ronghua was looking through Lin Sanqi's personal file, humming to himself:
"Yeah, that's right. I know Doctor Lin Kushen. He's one of the first batch of nationally renowned Chinese medicine practitioners in our country, and he's a special talent in the capital. Like father, like son. Great!"
In the archives, the 10 years that Lin Sanqi was missing have been hidden, and instead it has been changed to the fact that he had learned Chinese medicine from his father since childhood.
This also explains why there are no primary and secondary school diplomas in Lin Sanqi's file, because Lin Sanqi belongs to the "traditional master-disciple" route, and was educated at home since childhood and attended a private school.
There is no problem with the logic.
Because this situation is very common in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. After all, there were no traditional Chinese medicine universities before liberation, and the model was one of master and apprentice.
It was only after liberation that the construction of the country's first traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, began.
Later, in order to promote the great development of national health, facing the shortage of medical talents, the traditional master-apprentice model was no longer in line with the trend of the times, so the country officially established the Chinese medicine major in universities to systematically train Chinese medicine talents.
Pan Ye belongs to this group of students, who will be called "academics" in the future.
Decades later, the academic school, because of their diplomas and the ability to stick together, quickly became the leadership of major hospitals, and then defeated the "master-disciple school". From then on, they became the mainstream of Chinese medicine.
Learning traditional Chinese medicine has become a non-mainstream practice.
Because Chinese medicine doctors have not systematically learned the knowledge from university textbooks, it is difficult for them to pass the "Practicing Chinese Medicine Practitioner Qualification Certificate". Without this certificate, they cannot get a business license.
This has caused a serious problem. In many areas, learning Chinese medicine from a teacher is crudely classified as "illegal medical practice", completely cutting off the inheritance.
However, it is precisely this group of "academicians" who have only studied Chinese medicine for a few years in college. At best, they can only be considered half-baked in Chinese medicine. In fact, they have not mastered the real core techniques and secret recipes of various schools of Chinese medicine.
From the perspective of medical skills, who can compare with the "master-disciple school" who has been following a master since childhood and learning medicine for more than ten or twenty years before becoming a disciple?
It is said that the decline of traditional Chinese medicine is due to the suppression of Western medicine. In fact, the education of traditional Chinese medicine in universities itself is problematic.
For example, when Lin Kushen went to give lectures at universities as a professor, he only taught knowledge from textbooks and at most some clinical techniques, but he would never teach the real core medical skills of the Lingnan School.
Similarly, other Chinese medicine practitioners who work part-time as university professors are also reserved and will not reveal all of their special skills.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes tailoring medicine to each patient. The prescription is different for each patient, and the usage and dosage must be adjusted according to each patient's actual condition.
However, medical students are mass-produced, and there is no teaching method tailored to the students’ abilities. In addition, they do not learn core technologies, which actually means they are born with deficiencies.
This group of people has become the mainstream of traditional Chinese medicine and monopolized the right to speak. It would be strange if traditional Chinese medicine did not decline.
(End of this chapter)
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