The intensive care unit of the People's Liberation Army Hospital.
Hong Zhiming was lying on the hospital bed.
The old man, who was once full of vigor and vitality, is now just a bag of bones, with all kinds of tubes inserted into his body.
"Ming Qing, the old dean's condition is not optimistic. He is in the late stage of lung cancer and has metastasized to the bones. The pain is very severe," Zhao Chang said weakly.
Li Mingqing frowned and asked, "Why didn't you call me over earlier?"
He originally thought that Dean Hong Zhiming only had an old illness from his youth, but he didn't expect that he was terminally ill and was relying on equipment to survive.
"Alas, I told you that the old dean doesn't want to trouble others because of his own affairs."
"Dean Zhao, how can such a serious situation be a problem?"
Zhao Chang said helplessly, "I tried to persuade the old dean for several days, but he wouldn't listen. I only came to find you when he suddenly passed out this morning. The old dean is very stubborn. If I had called you over without telling him, he would have jumped out of the window when he woke up."
"So serious?" Li Mingqing asked in surprise.
"It's even worse than that. He feels his daily hospitalization is a waste of medical resources and has even considered ending his life prematurely." Zhao Chang grew increasingly agitated as he spoke. "Well, I tried to persuade him, his family tried to persuade him, the medical staff tried to persuade him, but nothing worked. I could only keep an eye on him from time to time, afraid he'd become desperate and commit suicide."
Li Mingqing's heart ached.
He knew that President Hong had been committed to hospital reform during his tenure, but had failed to achieve his goal due to various obstacles.
After working hard all his life, he is now worried about wasting medical resources when he is in the late stage of illness.
This selfless dedication is admirable.
"I'll go in and take a look," said Li Mingqing.
The attending physician, Chen Jianguo, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but not for too long. Dean Hong is very weak now."
Zhao Chang didn't expect Chen Jianguo to say this.
She said embarrassedly, "Ming Qing, Doctor Chen is worried and confused."
Li Mingqing didn't care. As the attending physician, Chen Jianguo was right to remind him.
Gently push open the door of the ward.
The smell of disinfectant hit me in the face, and the ticking sound of the monitor was particularly clear in the silent room.
Zhao Chang called softly, "Old Dean, it's me, Zhao Chang."
The old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy gaze gradually focused.
"Zhao... Zhao Chang?"
"It's me," Zhao Chang said, holding the old man's withered hand. "I'm here to see you. This is Li Mingqing, he's here to see you."
Dean Hong slowly looked at Li Mingqing.
He forced a smile. "President Li? You've done a great job on medical reform. I've heard about it."
Li Mingqing was filled with emotion.
President Hong has been following the progress of hospital reform.
"President Hong, I—"
Li Mingqing was about to speak when he suddenly saw Dean Hong frowning tightly and cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
Dean Hong gritted his teeth and endured the pain until his whole body was trembling.
Chen Jianguo came in immediately and gave Dean Hong an injection of painkillers.
But the effect was not obvious and he was still in great pain.
Li Mingqing took out the golden needles and said, "Doctor Chen, please move aside. I will do the acupuncture."
Chen Jianguo took a look at the acupuncture bag in his hand, stood up immediately, and then bent down to lift up the hospital gown of Dean Hong.
Li Mingqing took out the gold needles, concentrated his attention, and slowly inserted the needles into several acupuncture points.
The golden needles gleamed in the light.
Gradually, Dean Hong's brows relaxed and his breathing became steady.
"Good, much better," Dean Hong breathed a sigh of relief. "Dean Li, I've long heard that your acupuncture skills can bring people back to life. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is truly well-deserved."
"As long as you feel comfortable," Li Mingqing said as he adjusted the position of the needle.
Zhao Chang took the opportunity to persuade him, "Old Dean, Dean Li is very capable. You didn't let me invite Dean Li before, and you suffered so much. Now that Dean Li is here, you can relax a lot."
"Well... I'm a doctor, I know my own body," Dean Hong continued to decline. "Dean Li is busy with important matters, please don't let me delay anything."
Li Mingqing hurriedly said, "President Hong, I'm not that busy."
Dean Hong closed his eyes, seemingly lost in memories.
"Traditional Chinese Medicine is great, but unfortunately there are very few people who can truly inherit it now. Dean Li, Traditional Chinese Medicine cannot be lost."
Li Mingqing knew what Dean Hong was thinking.
In the modern hospital system, the status of traditional Chinese medicine is becoming increasingly marginalized.
It’s a pity that many traditional skills are being lost.
"President Hong," Li Mingqing said seriously, "I have opened a Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at Mingren Hospital. It will definitely get better and better in the future."
He opened his eyes, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. "Okay, but it's difficult."
Li Mingqing said firmly: "I know it's difficult, but there are always people who will do it, just like you did back then."
Dean Hong raised his hand with difficulty, and Li Mingqing quickly shook it.
"Dean Li," his voice suddenly became clear, "I...I have something to give you."
Li Mingqing was stunned. "What is that?"
"Zhao Chang, it's in my... my briefcase," Dean Hong gestured to the bedside table. "The key... is under the pillow."
Zhao Chang took out a small key from under his pillow.
When I opened the briefcase in the bedside table, what caught my eye was a yellowed notebook.
"This is... my reform notes from those years. I don't know if they're useful, but I hope they can be of some help," said Dean Hong, panting. "I originally wanted to... implement it myself, but now I'm leaving it to you."
Li Mingqing solemnly opened his notebook.
It is filled with densely packed words, as well as various charts and data.
The more he read, the more shocked he became. It turned out that Dean Hong had already planned the blueprint for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but the time had not yet come.
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