In fact, Zhou Shiwei had been dissatisfied with her mother, Li Yao, for a long time, feeling that Li Yao was an eyesore and should not compete with her for her father Zhou Yanchen's affection.
But she never considered that it wasn't her mother who was fighting with her for something, but rather that her father, Zhou Yanchen, loved his wife more than his children. Even though Zhou Yanchen had made his point clear, Zhou Shiwei still blamed his mother, Li Yao, for the other party's dissatisfaction with her.
A dark glint flashed in her eyes. She put down her chopsticks, got up, and went back to her bedroom, leaving the rice bowl on the dining table unattended. Clearly, she had a terrible temper and was extremely selfish.
"I'm ignoring me, could it be that she's angry with me?"
Zhou Yanchen wanted to help his wife wash the dishes, but she refused outright. He then put on a fawning smile and said, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have spoiled Weiwei. I promise you that from now on, you can say whatever you want about Weiwei's words and actions, and I will never interfere."
"Your good daughter doesn't listen to me again. What good does it do for me to talk to her?"
Li Yao sighed, "I don't know how Weiwei's personality developed like this. If we can't change it, she'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."
"How about this, you just tell me whatever you want to say to Weiwei, and then I'll talk to her about it. Do you think that's feasible?"
"That's all we can do. I hope Weiwei will listen to what you have to say!"
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't spoiled Weiwei so much, she wouldn't have developed such an awkward personality."
"You bear some responsibility, but ultimately, it's because that girl heard too many nice things from a young age and took them too seriously that she always thought she looked like an angel and was so amazing."
"She's still young, we can teach her slowly, there's still time. By the way, what's the situation like next door?"
"Look at the question you're asking. What could possibly be going on with her? Comrade Song works at the factory's staff hospital. I only saw her with two children. She said they were her twins, her brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Comrade Song didn't tell me anything else."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanchen stopped talking about Song Lan's family. His eyes softened, and his voice was filled with guilt as he said to his wife, Li Yao, "To be honest, I've wronged you by having you come here to work with me!"
Li Yao shook her head: "What's there to feel wronged about?! If it weren't for me, you would be doing just fine in the capital."
"Don't worry, we'll return to the capital sooner or later."
Upon hearing Zhou Yanchen's words, Li Yao continued washing the dishes, only giving a soft "hmm".
...
The staff hospital of the machinery factory.
As soon as Song Lan arrived at work in the afternoon, Dean Yu called her to his office.
"Little Song is here, please have a seat."
After inviting Song Lan to sit down, Dean Yu got straight to the point: "I received a call from the county health department ten minutes ago, saying that you have passed the TCM physician qualification exam and will be a doctor in the TCM department of our staff hospital from today onwards. Please feel free to make any requests you may have."
"I'm sorry, Dean. I should have come to tell you as soon as I got to work this morning, but I was too busy at noon and didn't have time to come to your office. Please forgive me."
This is true. Song Lan was indeed assigned work by the head nurse very early in the morning. When she got busy, she hardly had any free time at all during the whole lunch break.
"What's there to apologize for? You are a responsible, diligent, and ambitious colleague. You passed the medical licensing exam with a perfect score, ranking first. It's a great honor for our hospital to have such a skilled TCM doctor on staff."
It is a blessing for our hospital, and also a blessing for the patients who come to our hospital for treatment.
"And you didn't come to talk to me at noon, just as you said, because you were busy with work. Although I am the dean, I can't just criticize you without distinguishing right from wrong."
Dean Yu was a kind and amiable old man. He smiled at Song Lan and continued, "Right now, our staff hospital's TCM department doesn't have many patients. Now that you, Song, have joined us, I hope to see a different scene in the future."
Song Lan said earnestly and solemnly, "As long as a patient comes to see me, I will do my best to treat them, help them relieve their pain and restore their health."
"Very good! With what you said, Xiao Song, I have a lot more confidence in our TCM students."
In recent years, the traditional Chinese medicine department of their factory's employee hospital has really not been very good. The reason for this is that nowadays, people basically register at the Western medicine window when they see a doctor, thinking that Western medicine is effective quickly and, most importantly, convenient.
Unlike traditional Chinese medicine, where you have to get the medicine after a consultation, take it home, and decoct it before you can take it, and the effects aren't immediately apparent, especially since the decoction is bitter, people tend to tough it out if they can manage. Only when they can't manage do they go to the hospital, register, see a doctor, and buy Western medicine.
The key point is that commonly used Western medicines are not expensive.
Of course, it's not that no patients are seeing doctors at traditional Chinese medicine clinics, but there are far fewer patients seeing doctors at traditional Chinese medicine clinics compared to those seeing doctors at Western medicine clinics.
"I will do my best and will not let you down, Dean. As for making any requests, I have none for now."
She hasn't started seeing patients in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department yet, so we'll have to go there to find out the specifics.
Dean Yu looked pleased and said with a smile, "Okay, go to the personnel department and find Director Li to handle the relevant procedures. By the way, I have already called Director Li, so you can just go and handle it directly."
Song Lan: "I'll take care of it before I leave work. Tomorrow is the weekend and I'll be on time to report to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department on Monday."
"Okay, we'll do it your way."
Dean Yu had no objections.
In the late afternoon, Wang Ping found a moment to sidle up to Song Lan and whispered, "I forgot to ask you how your exam went yesterday at noon. Why didn't you even think to tell me?"
"I passed, I successfully obtained my medical practitioner's license, and I will start working in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department next Monday."
Song Lan responded.
"..."
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with surprise and joy. She hugged Song Lan and said, "You're amazing, sister!"
Suddenly given a big hug, Song Lan felt a little uncomfortable, and her body stiffened involuntarily for a moment. Fortunately, Wang Ping quickly let go of her and said, "Congratulations!"
"Thanks!"
Song Lan smiled.
Wang Ping: "When I get off work today, I'll tell my family that if they ever come to our hospital for treatment, they should go directly to the TCM clinic to see you."
Song Lan: "No need for that. Whether to see a Western doctor or a traditional Chinese medicine doctor depends on the patient's preference."
Wang Ping said earnestly, "No, I want to support your work. My family must stand with me and support you!"
Song Lan smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I hope your family members are all in good health and it would be best if you didn't come to the hospital for treatment."
Hearing this, Wang Ping laughed and said, "That's true. Hospitals aren't exactly pleasant places. Nobody wants their family member to get sick."
As the workday was drawing to a close, the good news that Song Lan had successfully passed the medical qualification exam spread almost throughout the entire staff hospital through Wang Ping's words.
After seeing his last patient of the day, Fu Jinheng finished his shift and tidied up the medical records on his desk. He changed out of his white coat, put on his jacket, and walked out of the consultation room with his briefcase.
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