Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

On this day, Zhou Tian was concentrating on installing the last step of the photolithography machine. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes were full of concentration and calmness.

At this moment, Liu Yuan's wife rushed in in a hurry, her face full of indignation. She didn't even bother to knock on the door before reporting: "Director, the Health Department called again!"

"Tell the Department of Health that I don't have time. Also, tell them to stop calling me! If they call again, reply like this!"

Zhou Tian didn't even raise his head, his hands were still busy adjusting the equipment, his tone was obviously unhappy, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was obviously very annoyed by the frequent phone harassment from the Health Department.

"Okay, Dean, I'll reply right away!"

Liu Yuan responded and ran out hurriedly like a gust of wind.

"These guys are really endless!"

Mrs. Zhou Tian was helpless and muttered to herself, but her hands did not stop moving.

He knew what the other party was going to say when the Health Department called him. It was simply to repeatedly order the Red Star Hospital to stop recruiting traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Ever since he handed over the Red Star Hospital to Song Weiguo and hinted to Song Weiguo to recruit as many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners as possible, he had never expected that Song Weiguo was so powerful that he could recruit so many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

There are no less than thirty famous Chinese medicine practitioners known from Song Weiguo alone, and many of them are descendants of imperial physicians.

There are so many master-level Chinese medicine practitioners. In the past, if a hospital could have even one, it would be enough to make the hospital famous and full of smiles.

But now, their Red Star Hospital, which has not yet been built, has already gathered such a strong team of traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhou Tian was extremely excited, but the Health Department wanted him to stop recruiting students, which he thought was ridiculous.

After he started the lithography machine and watched it run intently for a full hour, and made sure there were no problems, he breathed a sigh of relief, with an involuntary gleam of excitement in his eyes.

"The first generation of lithography machines is finally completed!"

The first generation of lithography machines can be said to be the longest-lasting project he has ever researched, which took nearly a year.

Although he also researched other projects during this period, this was the first time he invested such a huge amount of energy in a project.

Even though he was now somewhat accustomed to the research of new technologies, he still found it difficult to conceal his inner surprise.

After all, with the first and second generation lithography machines, the development of the machine was like opening a door for him.

It can be said that the domestic semiconductor industry has officially acquired the foundation to compete with foreign countries, and the future is full of unlimited possibilities.

After leaving the institute, Zhou Tian hurried back to the office to report the good news to his leader.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched the phone, it rang suddenly.

"Hello, this is the research institute! I'm Zhou Tian, ​​who are you looking for?"

Zhou Tian picked up the phone and asked.

"Dean, it's me, I'm Song Weiguo!"

Song Weiguo's slightly anxious voice came from the phone.

"It's Weiguo, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?" When Zhou Tian heard that it was Song Weiguo, his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

"Director, because our Red Star Hospital has recruited a large number of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, the Health Department has stopped allocating Western medicine practitioners to the Red Star Hospital. Director, what should we do?" Song Weiguo's voice was filled with helplessness and anxiety.

"What? How dare the Health Department do this!"

A trace of anger suddenly flashed across Zhou Tian's face. The hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white. However, he still suppressed his anger and comforted Song Weiguo, "Weiguo, wait a moment for this matter. I will call and ask first!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Tian immediately called the higher-ups. After some detailed information, he learned that the Health Department had been angry and embarrassed because of several failed communications with the institute, and directly rejected the institute's request for doctors. However, due to various complicated considerations, the higher-ups actually agreed to the Health Department's suggestion.

When Zhou Tian knew all this, he hung up the phone angrily and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect you guys to play like this, did you? Then let's see who begs whom in the end?"

Then he called Song Weiguo and told him the truth about all this, and finally solemnly instructed him: "In the future, Red Star Hospital will train its own doctors and establish its own independent medical system.

In addition, you must tell those miracle doctors the whole story and tell them that the life and death of the Red Star Hospital depends on them.

Finally, let them try to see if they can roll all the medicines for common diseases into pills and sell them. Don't be too stingy. Also, try to train some apprentices, starting from the young! I want to make Chinese medicine flourish in our institute!"

"Yes, Dean, I'll do it right away!"

On the phone, Song Weiguo was obviously a little angry, and his tone was firm. He hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

When Song Weiguo arrived at the accommodation area specially provided for these veteran Chinese medicine practitioners, he saw many of them gathered together, some sitting in a circle, some in groups of three or five, enthusiastically exchanging their medical experiences, and the atmosphere was very lively.

This made Song Weiguo feel a little relieved, but when he thought of what the dean had just said on the phone, his mood instantly dropped a little.

He really didn't understand why his country had to blindly learn Western medicine from abroad when it already had a medical system that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Are those drugs that rely on chemical synthesis really better than the traditional Chinese medicine left by our ancestors? He couldn't figure it out, which is why he and the dean share the same goal and are determined to preserve the vitality of traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, Chinese medicine has been accumulated for thousands of years and is the crystallization of wisdom summarized by predecessors from countless medical experiences. He does not believe that this is comparable to Western medicine.

"Dean Song, what's wrong with you?"

An old man with a youthful face and white hair who was chatting animatedly saw Song Weiguo walk in with a gloomy face, and asked curiously.

The old Chinese doctor's words instantly attracted the attention of a group of old Chinese medicine practitioners. They all stopped talking and turned their eyes to Song Weiguo.

"Hey, fellow doctors, this is a shameful thing to say!"

Facing everyone's gaze, Song Weiguo had no intention of hiding anything and spilled the beans on the matter.

After saying this, he couldn't help but sound a little bitter. After all, looking around the world, which country would not develop its own medical system but import all of it from abroad? This is simply negating the efforts of thousands of years of predecessors.

It would be fine if their own things were really bad, but they clearly had the world's top medical treasures, but in the end their own people gave up on them, even suppressed them, and turned to introduce medical systems from other countries. He really couldn't understand it.