The Local Lazy Man System

"Open class on basic knowledge of Chinese medicine? Longlong, let's listen to it!"

On the playground of the medical school, several Chinese medicine students played badminton in the corner of the playground, and one of the men said to the tall and sturdy university student beside him.

"Folk traditional Chinese medicine? Interesting!"

The person called Longlong put his badminton racket on his arm and said with interest. After all, as a senior student of the South Zhejiang University School of Medicine, I have been in the medical school for four years, and this is the first time I have heard of a private Chinese medicine doctor who came to the medical school for public classes.

"I regret choosing medicine as a major now. It's too cold. Nowadays, people all believe in Western medicine. Few people choose to see Chinese medicine." Li Ke said.

"Li Ke, how did you choose the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Ma Xubin asked.

"It's not my **** angry youth. When I was holding a major, my brain was hot, thinking about what kind of Western medicine we Chinese people learn. Of course, it is the Chinese medicine that supports China. With a stroke of the pen, I chose Chinese medicine. I know that Chinese medicine is so unpopular now!"

"This is true. I have heard that the seniors and sisters of our TCM department have a very unsatisfactory employment situation. Few of them go to major hospitals. Many can't find good jobs, so they all go to pharmacies. A waiter, a dead salary of two to three thousand yuan a month." Ma Xubin said.

"It's useless to say this. Since I have chosen the major of Chinese medicine, it is difficult to change now. Let's wait to listen to the lectures of folk Chinese medicine. In many novels, don't you say that the master of Chinese medicine is in the folk?" Long Long said.

"What do you think this folk doctor of Chinese medicine looks like?" Li Ke asked.

"Not the gray-haired old man, aren't the old Chinese doctors in the TV series like that?"

Longlong thought for a while and said. After all, in Longlong's impression, Chinese medicine with a certain level of medical skills is basically an elderly person.

A few people stopped playing, and they all sat on the ground to rest, discussing the upcoming public class of basic knowledge of Chinese medicine. After all, the school invited private Chinese medicine to give lectures. It was the first time for everyone, and everyone was a little interested.

Many people in the entire medical school also heard the broadcast.

"Yang Mei said about our department?" Yang Xue said.

"I know. The new teacher is here?" Yang Mei said.

"Why don't we go and listen, folk Chinese medicine, I really haven't seen folk Chinese medicine lectures, what do you think he looks like?" Yang Xue asked a little excited.

"What else can it look like. It must be an old man. Do you think it's a handsome guy?"

Yangmei smiled. In Yang Mei's view, Chinese medicine practitioners who can teach in school must be very skilled, and the skills of Chinese medicine are accumulated by age. Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners with great medical skills are basically old men and old ladies.

"That's what you said, it must be an old man, it's really meaningless."

Yang Xue said. In medical schools, especially in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Yang Xuebao, basically the teachers are old people, mostly old men, old ladies, younger ones. It is also a middle-aged uncle-level figure.

"If I hadn't opened a pharmacy at home and everyone in my family had asked me to study Chinese medicine, I wouldn't have applied for this Chinese medicine specialty. Look at how many young doctors and chief doctors in the Chinese medicine department in the hospital have, and then look at Western medicine. Many of the chief doctors and chief doctors of those departments are very young."

Yangmei said with a gloomy expression. Originally, Yang Mei wanted to apply for those specialties of Western medicine, but as the only child in the family, as the heir to the family's big pharmacy, the ultimate choice was not in her hands, it was decided by the family.

"Anyway. Let's listen and see how this folk Chinese medicine is different from the lectures of these professors in the school, and see if we can learn something useful." Yang Xue said.

"Ok."

Yangmei also wants to hear how the teaching level of folk Chinese medicine is.

...

"Hehe, listen. There are really no talents in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Now they are all down to the point of inviting private barefoot doctors to give lectures."

"Now there are a few people who study Chinese medicine, and those who have had trouble with their brains are reported to the Department of Chinese Medicine. You don’t know. Many students in the Department of Chinese Medicine regret their deaths. Many people are looking for relationships. I want to switch to our Western medicine side. Come professional!"

"Who makes it hard to find a job studying Chinese medicine now!"

"It cannot be said that Chinese medicine is not good. It is really too complicated. Many of them rely on personal experience. Without more than ten or twenty years of work experience, it is difficult to achieve something."

"For more than ten or twenty years, at that time, those of us who are studying Western medicine have long been attending doctors at the director level. If they are good, they will be at the expert level."

"Now that Chinese medicine is no longer good, the level is too low, and sooner or later it will be eliminated."

"I think so too. If the country hadn't supported Chinese medicine over the years, I think Chinese medicine would have almost withdrawn from the stage of history."

"Do you want to go to class?"

"We are majoring in Western medicine, so what should we go to listen to? The courses of Chinese medicine seem to be similar to those who call it, and it is meaningless."

"Go, why not, let's also check the level of folk Chinese medicine, and see what level he has, so that the school can invite the school to teach."

Many students who are not from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine are discussing how the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine invites private Chinese medicine practitioners to teach in school. After all, it is the first time that private Chinese medicine practitioners are invited to teach in school.

It's not that the level of folk TCM is not good, but most of the folk TCM is not well-educated. Many of them have elementary school education. It is okay to ask them to treat people. If they are asked to teach college students, it will be really difficult for them.

...

The fifth floor of the second teaching building west of the medical school.

In a large lecture hall, many students came one after another. Most of them were students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Of course, there were also a small number of students who came to see the excitement of Western medicine.

Although it is a large lecture hall, it is actually not very large. It can accommodate 300 people with a full budget. However, there are not many students studying Chinese medicine. In addition, many students look down on folk barefoot Chinese medicine and have not come. So now it's less than ten minutes before class time, this amphitheater that can accommodate 300 people is still very empty.

Everyone sits in twos and threes in the middle and back of the lecture hall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There are almost no people sitting in the first few rows, especially the first row, which is simply forbidden and no one sits at all.

No way, that location is too close to the teacher's line of sight, and every move is under the teacher's supervision, making these college students feel depressed.

Everyone talked and talked, but the mysterious folk Chinese medicine teacher was delayed.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"It's not ten o'clock yet!"

"Should we go to the toilet and smoke another cigarette?"

"Okay, smoke you out."

However, just when the two students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine stood up and were about to go to the toilet to smoke, a group of people walked through the door of the classroom, and the two students were frightened and immediately sat down.

I saw that Yang Chunjie, the dean of the medical school, took the lead, several deputy deans, dean of academic affairs, seven or eight old professors of Chinese medicine hospitals, and even two professors of western medicine, walked into the classroom, Sit down in the first row of the lecture theatre. (To be continued.)