"pretty!"
At Xihua Hospital, Ma Tiequan couldn't help but pat his desk while watching the video sent by Xu Bo.
This wave is beautiful.
"Treat the head for a headache and the foot for a foot pain?"
Hearing Yun Heng's question, Ma Tiequan felt relieved and satisfied.
On the first day, the inspection team was very arrogant, especially Qian Zhongzhong, who was so sarcastic that it made Lao Ma angry.
Everyone knows that the overall level of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Zhongzhou Province is relatively poor. Although both are provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine hospitals, there is a huge difference between Zhongzhou Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Dongjiang Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the ranking gap is quite large.
Although Xihua Hospital's overall ranking is not low and it has gained considerable fame in recent years, it is a comprehensive ranking after all. Its Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is relatively inferior to those of Kyoto, Shanghai, and some hospitals in the south.
There are no famous Chinese medicine clinics in Xihua City. There are only a few people who are well-known in the medical field, including Ji Fengwen, Qu Tongwen, Yue Anyun and others. The older generation can be counted on one hand. There are not many outstanding people in Ma Tiequan's age group, and there are also the same few people.
Qu Tongwen has several students, not counting Yun Heng. The previous five, Jiang Yuanbei has not yet started clinical practice and is the president of the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. As for the others, Zhang Haihua is more powerful, but not everyone is at the ninth level like Lao Ma.
Liang Wanming is at level eight in internal medicine, and Zhang Haihua is also at level eight.
Therefore, Ma Tiequan was very unhappy with Qian Zhongzhong's sarcasm.
Everyone knows that your Dongjiang is stronger than our Zhongzhou, so why bother showing off?
This time, Yun Heng finally helped Ma Tiequan regain the face he had lost before.
While watching the video, Ma Tiequan picked up the phone on his desk and called Liang Wanming.
This time, Xu Bo has become much more sensible and grown up. He even knows to send you a video. That's not bad. It seems that the young man is making progress.
At the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Liang Wanming was also watching the video sent by Ren Xuedong.
"I......"
Watching the video, Liang Wanming himself was shocked.
Is Yun Heng’s bone-setting skills so advanced now?
Liang Wanming knew before that Yun Heng would take time to learn bone setting, but his level of improvement is too fast, isn’t it?
After watching it, Liang Wanming sent the video to Zhang Haihua.
Just as he sent it, a phone call came in. Liang Wanming picked up the phone and Ma Tiequan's annoying voice came over: "Lao Liang, have you seen the video?"
"Oh, Lao Ma, did you watch it too?"
Liang Wanming asked with a smile.
"Lao Liang, you've seen it all, how can I not see it?"
Ma Tiequan smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm in a very good mood right now. If I weren't at work, I really want to ask you, Lao Liang, to come out for a drink. I'll find a place and you can treat me."
"Old Ma, it's a miracle that someone like you didn't get beaten to death."
Liang Wanming said angrily: "You choose the place, I'll treat you, how dare you be so shameless?"
This is what makes people hate Ma Tiequan. He can make you angry anytime and anywhere.
You said you want to chat via video, so just chat via video, but why the hell do you say, you choose the place and I'll treat you?
Am I, Liang Wanming, a fool?
"Look at you, you treat me today and I treat you tomorrow, isn't that the same? You're going back and forth, and it seems like I'm taking advantage of you."
Ma Tiequan was smiling.
"Just be a bitch, after all you are the president."
Liang Wanming said disdainfully: "In my opinion, calling you a horse sprayer is flattering you. Calling you a horse bitch is almost right. What you did is not spraying, but bitching."
Ma Tiequan: “….”
Damn, this guy named Liang is really good at talking. Did he train it himself?
"Lao Liang, tomorrow is Saturday. I remember Yun Heng has classes tomorrow afternoon."
Ma Tiequan didn't bother with Liang Wanming and gave him a chance.
“There are classes.”
Liang Wanming responded.
Starting from the second half of last month, Saturday afternoons at West Asia Hospital were training time. There were relatively fewer appointments available in the outpatient clinic in the afternoon, with only two consulting rooms. Qin Dajiang and Hong Shuangmin were basically the only ones in charge, and the young doctors were receiving collective training.
Yun Heng was the main person in charge of the training. Of course, Ji Fengwen, Qu Tongwen and Yue Anyun would go occasionally. Even Mr. Qu greeted Liang Wanming, Ma Tiequan, Zhang Haihua and others and occasionally went over to attend classes.
Since the West Asia Hospital was built as a training base for traditional Chinese medicine, Qu Tongwen and others were also very concerned about this aspect.
Not to mention the funding, at least with Qu Tongwen and Ji Fengwen's connections, as long as they say hello, top directors in Xihua City such as Ma Tiequan and Zhang Haihua will give them face.
Even Xihua Hospital and Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine do not offer this kind of treatment.
With this treatment, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of West Asia Hospital is indeed quite harsh in recruiting people. If you really count it, they have never actively recruited anyone. Only Yun Heng took the initiative to recruit people.
What Dean Qi had originally thought in his mind, that in the future, when recruiting people for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of West Asia Hospital, they must at least have the qualifications of a Grade A hospital, is very likely to come true.
"After three consecutive attacks today and another lecture tomorrow, even if the young doctors on the inspection team are not completely wiped out, I estimate that half of them will be killed."
Ma Tiequan smiled and said, "Lao Liang, it seems that you, the commander of the refugee camp, are really going to be promoted. You are going to be the head of the regiment."
Liang Wanming: “…”
Fuck you.
Liang Wanming couldn't understand where Lao Ma got the nerve to call him the head of the group.
It is clear that two people were poached from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Xihua Hospital, but there is only one on his side. Doesn't Ma Tiequan have any idea at all?
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