The next day.
Ma Chengfu arrived at Mingren Hospital.
He came to find Li Mingqing as soon as he got off the plane.
At this time, Li Mingqing was discussing the surgery arrangements for next month with Lin Zhenfei.
“Dongdongdong——”
There was a knock on the door, and Li Mingqing said, "Come in."
"Hello, I'm Ma Chengfu."
Li Mingqing stood up and greeted him: "Doctor Ma, it's such an early flight, please take a seat."
He originally thought that Ma Chengfu would go to Jiefang Hospital first.
Lin Zhenfei left the office on his own accord.
"President Li, I've heard of your great name for a long time. Seeing you today, you look even younger and more promising than in the newspapers." Ma Chengfu started praising as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Dr. Ma, thank you for trusting me and leaving your stable job in Shanghai to come to the capital."
"You're embarrassing me," Ma Chengfu said sheepishly. "If Dean Hong trusts you, I certainly have complete faith in you. I believe that under your leadership, Traditional Chinese Medicine will once again prosper."
Li Mingqing smiled and said, "I'll try my best."
After he said that, he took out the notebook left by President Hong from the drawer.
Hand it to Ma Chengfu.
"Doctor Ma, your name is on it."
Ma Chengfu took the notebook with moist eyes.
I regret not taking a last look at President Hong before I died.
Dean Hong gave him fatherly love and made up for the regret of his father's absence.
But he learned the truth about his biological father going to the countryside.
One of the reasons is President Hong.
He regards Dean Hong not only as a teacher but also as a father.
After knowing the truth, he resolutely left the capital and went to Shanghai.
This time I was gone for more than ten years.
Ma Chengfu looked at the familiar handwriting and couldn't help crying out loud.
Li Mingqing didn't expect that he would have such a big emotional fluctuation.
It seems that just as Zhao Chang said, the two of them have an unresolved issue.
The past is gone like smoke, and the person is gone.
Those who are alive should still live well.
Li Mingqing went out and returned to the office half an hour later.
Ma Chengfu has calmed down.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself for a moment."
"I'll take you to Jiefang Hospital."
He joked, "Dean Li, I'm here for an interview."
"Okay, acupuncture, right?"
"Yes," Ma Chengfu took out the silver needle confidently.
Li Mingqing knew that he was quite capable when he saw him taking out silver needles from his pocket at any time.
"Then I'll be the guinea pig."
"Let me give you a shoulder and neck massage," Ma Chengfu said with a smile, "I used to give acupuncture and neck massage to Dean Hong."
Twenty minutes later.
Li Mingqing twisted his neck comfortably.
"Doctor Ma, that's good."
"My father taught me," Ma Chengfu said with a smile, "President Hong got me a lot of books on Chinese medicine."
Hearing him mention Dean Hong again, Li Mingqing patted him on the shoulder.
"My condolences to you. Dean Hong's last wish needs to be fulfilled by you."
"I will," Ma Chengfu said firmly.
He will fulfill the last wishes of his father and teacher.
Jiefang Hospital.
After receiving the call, Zhao Chang went to the hospital gate to pick someone up.
"Chengfu, I finally got you back."
"President Zhao, long time no see."
"President Hong asked me to clean up your house. I go there once a month and leave the room exactly as it was when you left it," Zhao Chang said with a smile. "Here, here are the keys. Return the property to its rightful owner."
Ma Chengfu's eyes were red, "Teacher, he——"
Unexpectedly, Dean Hong has kept the house for him for so many years.
"Dean Zhao, has the teacher ever blamed me?"
"In Dean Hong's eyes, you're just a child. How can a parent and a child be angry? There's no such thing as a night of worry. Chengfu, Dean Hong passed away peacefully. Don't blame yourself."
Zhao Chang advised earnestly.
"I'm sorry, teacher," he choked.
The mood that had just been sorted out collapsed again.
But this time he recovered quickly.
——
Half a month later.
The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Jiefang Hospital was officially established.
Zhao Chang invited Li Mingqing to the hospital to cut the ribbon.
He was the one who found the three doctors, and he was the most suitable one.
Lin Jiukong said in surprise: "Old Wu!"
"Old Lin, after many twists and turns, we two old men have become colleagues again," Wu Jueming said cheerfully.
"Of course I am. I have to thank Dean Li for inviting us here. Otherwise, my old age would have been wasted. It's more interesting to go to work."
Li Mingqing teased, "Are you so willing to go to work?"
"I feel sore all over when I'm idle. I really need to move. It's good for my health," Lin Jiukong said cheerfully. "Dean Li, I really have to thank you. Otherwise, Lin Ben and his son wouldn't let me out."
"Old Lin, you are so lucky to have such filial sons and grandsons." Wu Jueming said enviously.
"Old Wu, I envy you. I heard from my grandson Zhenfei that the doctor from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of Mingren Hospital was your student. You have many students all over the world."
Wu Jueming said modestly, "It's Dean Li who has taught me well. Old Lin, to be honest, I really want to take Ming Qing as my teacher."
Li Mingqing was startled and said quickly:
"Mr. Wu, you change the subject so quickly that I can't keep up."
Elder Lin also said, "Yes, I think so too. Dean Li's medical skills are superior to ours, so we really need to learn from him with an open mind. Judging from his abilities, he deserves to be my disciple."
Zhao Chang and Ma Chengfu stood aside, stunned by what they heard.
It's really scary.
Two people in their seventies became Li Mingqing's disciples!
If it gets out, people will say that Li Mingqing has no manners and is bullying a century-old man.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Wu, please take it easy. I don't want to be criticized by everyone," Li Mingqing smiled and waved his hands.
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