Chapter 150 Passing the Torch

  In Youlianju, Wang Murong suddenly proposed a good project from the Ministry of Health, called Ding Mu his brother, and asked him if he was interested.

  Hearing Wang Murong's sudden change of address, Ding Mu's heart trembled, but then he realized that it was a gesture of goodwill, so he smiled slightly and said, "Please tell me, what kind of project is this?"

Wang Murong said: "The Ministry of Health has a national program called the Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine Cultivation Program. It looks for the best talents from medical students to cultivate them. It focuses on traditional Chinese medicine and supplements Western medicine. It tailors the training plan. Every four years Once, there were only five places in the whole country at a time."

  Ding Mu couldn't help hesitating when he heard this. There are so many things in the world now, and there are too many things to do and things to learn, so he asked: "Can you please explain in detail."

Wang Murong drank his saliva, and said bluntly: "Nowadays, the decline of Chinese medicine can be said to be worse than that of the previous generation. Half of the first batch of 30 masters of traditional Chinese medicine in our country have passed away, and most of them are still alive at the age of 90. The level of the second generation of masters of traditional Chinese medicine is far inferior to that of the first generation. Chinese medicine is an empirical discipline, and its achievements are late. It is not a strict science, which is contrary to the current trend. It can be said that the top talents are now studying. Western medicine, while second-rate talents go to learn Chinese medicine, which can be seen from the scores of the college entrance examination. However, Chinese medicine is the treasure of our nation, and our Chinese medicine can cure intractable diseases that cannot be cured by western medicine. In order to save Chinese medicine, the top leaders of the country can Let the traditional Chinese medicine be passed on from generation to generation, and even the green ones come out of the blue, and especially give extremely generous policies. Wait, I will ask someone to send a copy of the materials."

   After finishing speaking, Wang Murong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and took out his reading glasses from his cuff to put it on. He skillfully opened the communication software and instructed his assistant to send a document.

   Not long after, Mr. Wang's assistant sent a PDF document to his mobile phone. Wang Murong pushed the phone in front of Ding Mu, and said, "Look for yourself."

Ding Mu glanced at Yunliu, and while watching, selected the important part and read: "Dahua's Ministry of Health, the World Health Organization, and the Billy Foundation jointly organize it. There are only ten places in the world. We, Dahua, have Five places. Under the guidance of masters of traditional Chinese medicine, the world's top medical schools can be exchanged, and can be awarded a doctorate."

Turning over a few pages, Ding Mu saw the admission qualifications and project responsibilities: "Admission consists of a written test and an interview. After the project is over, you must return to your country to work in the health system for at least five years. I think this means that it is a package assignment, and it also directly solves a problem. It is at the top level. This is not a breakthrough."

In all fairness, this salary is really good. How many people will not be able to get a director level in their lifetime. After this project is over, they will have a doctorate and can directly solve the establishment of a director level. Of course, it is perfect for ordinary people, and the competition is sure Very intense.

Wang Murong also glanced at Yunliu, and said to Ding Mu: "This program is held every four years, and the exam will start at the end of next year. Under normal circumstances, this program is the probability of success for those who are about to graduate or have a certain amount of work experience. Relatively large. I will be responsible for the admission of the next class, if you are willing to try, I can think of a way, it should be almost the same."

  Wang Murong was able to say the same thing, obviously with full confidence. Of course Ding Mu understood, but he was still a little hesitant. He couldn't help looking at Yunliu again and asked, "Senior brother Yunliu, can you give me an idea?"

Yunliu has been listening to this matter carefully. Seeing Ding Mu asking for his opinion, he first counted his fingers, then pondered for a moment, and said: "Go to the doctor to treat the country, Chinese medicine to treat people, and go to the doctor to treat the disease. In your name Bring a wooden letter, this project of passing on the torch is a great opportunity for you. I suggest you give it a try."

  Ding Mu's matter, Yunliu has the most right to speak. Although Yunliu doesn't know all of Dingmu's secrets, he is proficient in Taoism, can pinch and count, and he has extensive knowledge and memorization, and has extraordinary insights. Ding Mu now respects his advice very much.

  After thinking about it, there was no harm, so Ding Mu agreed: "Mr. Wang, then I will try this project. What do you think you need to prepare?"

  Seeing that Ding Mu was willing to try this project, Wang Murong couldn't help being overjoyed, and said to Yun Liu with a smile: "Master, will you personally teach me the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine and the classics that need to be memorized?"

Yunliu nodded, and said to Ding Mu: "To learn Chinese medicine, the first step is to learn the three-character classic of medicine, the study of the pulse of the lake, the endowment of medicinal properties and the formula of soup. After that, you need to study, "Nei Jing", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Golden Chamber", "Warm Diseases" Four classics. After these, there are some unique skills of our Wuhuagu school. After that, we have to read more medical records and accumulate more practical experience. With your intelligence, you can learn things quickly. It takes years to accumulate clinical experience and intractable diseases.”

   After finishing speaking, Yunliu said to Wang Murong: "Murong, I am responsible for laying Ding Mu's foundation extremely solidly, as for the others..."

  Wang Murong showed a hearty smile on his serious face: "Then leave it all to me."

   "Good!" Yun Liu chuckled, smiling all over his face, obviously quite satisfied with Wang Murong's promise. Wang Murong also heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, he was able to repay part of the favor he owed fifty years ago. He greeted Ding Mu and said, "Come, let's eat while it's hot!"

   While eating the dishes, a few people changed the topic to the dishes. Ding Mu also only knew about the origin of this vegetarian dish, but he didn't know the story of this shop, so he asked Yunliu: "Senior brother, from what you said just now, do you still know the grandfather of the boss here?"

Yunliu chuckled, and said, "That's right, old Mr. You You Haiquan was born in the imperial kitchen, and he worked in the imperial kitchen when he was ten years old. The stalls in the market are very popular. People call it Quan Su You. He and his son You Zhengde opened the Quan Vegetarian Restaurant. Master Wuhua was also a master of this way back then, and he had a good friendship with the old Mr. You. And You Zhengde and I also We often discuss and learn from each other. Now the Quansuguan brand has become a time-honored brand in the country.”

Wang Murong also added: "That's right. After the public-private partnership, the Quansu Museum has been losing money for many years. Youjia is a little skilled, and has been appreciated by some big bosses. He came out on his own more than ten years ago and created this secluded place. Lianju. It is considered number one in the circle of the capital, and in these private rooms at the back, there are often some high-ranking officials and dignitaries to join in, so it is not embarrassing to the ancestors." Wang Murong also rarely opened up the conversation box, and started chatting with Yunliu. Because of his work, he has access to the highest level of the Dahua political circle, so the level of his circle is very high.

  Ding Mu ate while listening to the stories told by the two seniors, and felt that his knowledge was also soaring. The anecdote here is not known to everyone.

  While Ding Mu was listening to these anecdotes with gusto, there was a loud booming sound about two private rooms away, followed by a sputtering sound, apparently something was broken. Both Yunliu and Wang Murong had a meal, obviously they were greatly disturbed.

Ding Mu's hearing is extraordinary, and he heard a familiar voice, full of anger, said: "It's too much to deceive people. Zhu Anguo, this old bastard, is really too deceitful! Xiao He, how are you? I'll take you to the hospital ?”

  A voice with a little lack of breath said: "It's okay. Don't go to the hospital, go to my brother-in-law's house and ask him to help me connect the joints."

  Ding Mu immediately realized that one of these two people was She Yufei, and the other was Xiao He. Ding Mu didn't have a good impression of She Yufei, but she still had a relationship with Xiao He, and she was also the aunt of his classmate Kong Xiao. According to this meaning, Xiao He was injured.

   Standing up, Ding Mu apologized, and said, "I'll go out and have a look, and I seem to have heard the voice of an acquaintance."

  Arrived outside the door, I saw Boss You running over with sweat all over his head, and walked into a private room two rooms away. Ding Mu also walked over immediately. Boss You's anxious voice said: "Oh my, you two, what's going on? You didn't bump into each other, why don't I hurry up and change a private room for you first."

  Ding Mu also leaned over to take a look, and found a red sandalwood table that was broken into eight pieces. The cutlery on the table was all broken. One of Xiao He's arms was hanging limply, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was sitting on a chair with luck. The other person was She Yufei, who was in a hurry to help Xiao He deal with some stains on his body.

Hearing Boss You's words, She Yufei said in a deep voice: "Old You, we don't eat, let's pay the bill. I'll pay for the things that are knocked over." : "Oh, Second Miss Xiao is injured, let me call an ambulance for you."

   "No need." When Xiao He spoke, Ding Mu also spoke outside.

  Xiao He looked up and saw a person squeezed in, it was Ding Mu. Ding Mu didn't even look at She Yufei. Looking at Xiao He's injury, he said: "Auntie, come to my private room, I will ask someone to help you connect the bones first."

   This aunt made both She Yufei and Boss You puzzled. Only Xiao He knew that this aunt was called from Ding Mu's classmate Kong Xiao. Xiao He knew that Ding Mu also possessed martial arts, so he stood up dragging his injured arm. He followed him out without saying a word.

  She Yufei frowned, thought for a while, took her bag, and followed out. Boss You sent the waiter to clean up the mess here, and he himself followed.

  As soon as he entered Ding Mu's private room, Ding Mu opened his mouth and said to Yunliu: "Brother, help the world. This is the aunt of one of my classmates. Her arm is broken. Please help me connect it."

Yun Liu saw that it was a woman, so he didn't ask any further questions. After taking a look at the injury, he stood up, walked up to Xiao He, and said, "This is a hand-to-hand injury, right? Let me touch it with my hands." Bones, see if it can be cured?"

  Xiao He didn't know Yunliu, but he only felt that the monk in the moon-white robe was very reliable, so he felt a little more at ease, nodded, and wanted to tell Yunliu the technique used by the other party. But before he could open his mouth, Yunliu pulled, twisted, and disengaged along the direction of the muscles and bones, and with a bang, the bones joined together. After catching up, he sang: "Amitabha, this is the technique of Huaiyang Yingclaw Gate."

  One kilometer outside Youlianju, a car was parked on the side of the road, a bald man opened the door, and spit blood on the ground, his face was full of pain. Beside him, a grey-haired, slightly fat old man frowned. While helping to lay down the seat for the bald man to lie on, he made a phone call and arranged for first aid.

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