A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 181 Getting a College Diploma

In the jeep, Dean Shen looked around, felt around, and had a lot of questions in his mind:
"Where did you get this jeep? And this jeep is really special. It has so much power and the shock absorbers are much better."

Lin Sanqi had already thought of an excuse, so he said openly:
"This car is not mine. It belongs to Mr. Fu Zuofu of Dongsi San Tiao. I helped him with some small things before, so he lent me his jeep and truck."

"Fu Zuo? Which Fu Zuo?"

Dean Shen was still quite alert. A 59 car was a rare thing. How could such a precious car be borrowed without permission? And two cars were borrowed at once? He was too kind to others, and he must have bad intentions.

"You don't know Fu Zuo, but you must know his brother, the last one in the Forbidden City, Pu Yi."

"Oh, so they are the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. How did you get involved with this group of people?"

Dean Shen felt relieved when he heard that they were the old people from the previous dynasty. He knew that these people were all playboys who loved cockfighting and dog walking. They were spendthrifts but generous. It was normal for them to lend a few cars to whoever they liked.

Otherwise, how could such a big palace be defeated just like that? This was a big joke known to everyone in the city.

However, this group of people are not dangerous and are just waiting to die, so the relevant departments have not targeted them and let them fend for themselves.

Lin Sanqi also wanted to take this opportunity to whitewash his two modified cars, so he explained:

"This group of old people have been living off their money, and now they can't even make ends meet. I helped them get some food, but it's not much. I guess they wanted to win me over, and since I'm a young man who likes to drive, they lent me their useless car."

If anyone had any doubts about this, they could verify it with a simple check. The car was indeed from Prince Fu Zuo's mansion, and Lin Sanqi did not lie.

Dean Shen thought of something and said with some concern:
"Even if the car was borrowed from someone else, isn't it too conspicuous for you to drive it?"

"It's okay. I've already talked to the logistics department of our Chinese medicine hospital about the car. It will be temporarily registered under the name of our hospital."

Dean Shen was so angry that he laughed:
"Asshole, you registered it under the name of our hospital. Does that mean the hospital is responsible for your reputation and also for your gasoline? I tell you, gasoline is a precious strategic material. Don't think of taking advantage of the unit."

Nowadays, large trucks and buses on the road all have a large air bag on their roofs, and they either burn coal or firewood. In any case, there is a shortage of diesel and gasoline.

If you want to refuel, you need approval, and then the relevant department will give you a small booklet, which you can use to refuel, and there is a quota every year.

While driving, Lin Sanqi said indifferently:
"Uncle Shen, don't worry. I get my own gasoline. I will never take advantage of socialism. I just want to have a name on the list and avoid unnecessary trouble."

Dean Shen felt relieved when he heard that the company didn't have to pay for gasoline. It wasn't a big deal to just put a name on it. The company could borrow the car if it really needed it in the future.

Anyway, in the eyes of leaders, public things are public, and private things are also public.

If you want it, take it!
Dean Shen sat in the co-pilot seat and took the opportunity to move his butt a few times, sighing:

"This royal car is really different. It's comfortable to sit in. It's not like my jeep, which is like a shaking engine. It will shake your kidney stones. By the way, have you prepared everything I asked you to prepare?"

Lin Sanqi pursed his lips and said, "Don't make any noise. They are all in the back, all in a sack."

"Okay, with these things and my face, the matter is settled. Boy, I've been worried about you."

Dean Shen complained, but he was actually very happy.

Late last night, Lin Sanqi not only delivered a lot of southern fruits, but also 100 kilograms of Conghua fragrant rice and 5 dried salted fish.

The old couple had been having fun hiding in the house for a long time, and now they could finally eat their fill secretly at home.

Last night, Lin Sanqi went not only to the dean's home, but also to the home of Chief Zhou of the Pharmacy Department, Chief Quan of the Logistics Department, Chief Li of the Organization and Personnel Department, Chief Zhang of the Security Department, Chief Jiang of the Finance Department, and the home of his direct superior, Chief Kong of the Purchasing Department.

Of course, I also said goodbye to the home of Deputy Section Chief Wu of the Purchasing Department.

Lin Sanqi's repeated corruption of leaders quickly established a close relationship between Lin Sanqi and the leadership of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and they were now grasshoppers on the same rope.

From now on, as long as Lin Sanqi doesn't commit suicide or do anything anti-D, anti-social, or anti-human, the hospital will definitely protect him.

Capital Medical College is located on Dahongluochang Street in Shichahai. This area was the imperial capital of the Qing Dynasty, so there are luxurious mansions everywhere.

After liberation, these courtyard houses were all converted into housing for various units, including the Peking University Medical School.

Under the command of Dean Shen, Lin Sanqi quickly turned the car into the school gate.

As soon as Lin Sanqi got off the bus, he heard a girl next to him shout in surprise:
"Hey, Lin Sanqi, why are you here? Aren't you on a business trip in the south?"

Lin Sanqi was delighted when he turned around. What a coincidence that was when he ran into Pan Ye, whose eyes were shining:
"Haha, I just came back yesterday. Today I came to your school with my boss to do some work. By the way, why are you still studying at school? Shouldn't you be doing an internship?"

"We are on a three-year program, and our internship will be in the first half of next year. We don't know yet which hospital we will be assigned to do our internship at."

"Hey, let's go to our hospital, the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the strongest hospital in the country. You studied Traditional Chinese Medicine, so come to our hospital for professional matching." Dean Shen also got out of the car at this time. Seeing Lin Sanqi met a pretty girl, he was also very gossipy:
"This classmate is..."

"Oh, Dean, this classmate is my friend. He is now a junior in this school and will do his internship next year. I invite him to come to our hospital. How about you open a back door for him?"

"Pan Ye, this is Director Shen from our Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Hello, Dean Shen!"

"Okay, okay!" Dean Shen looked her up and down with an auntie smile, feeling quite satisfied:

"You want to come to our Chinese medicine hospital for internship? On behalf of the dean, I welcome you. Comrade Lin Sanqi is a good guy. His parents are both employees of our hospital. He will soon become a section-level cadre. He is young and promising, haha~~~"

Lin Sanqi felt extremely embarrassed when he heard this. It felt like a parent bragging about how outstanding their child is.

"Dean, stop bragging, let's get down to business."

"Okay, see you then, classmate Pan!"

"Goodbye, Dean Shen. By the way, Lin Sanqi, if you have nothing to do at noon, I'll treat you to a meal in the cafeteria. Today is the first time we have meat dishes in the cafeteria."

Pan Ye had eaten so many meals at Lin Sanqi's house, and he always wanted to repay Lin Sanqi. He couldn't afford to eat out, but the school cafeteria was okay.

Of course Lin Sanqi wanted to agree, but there was a leader next to him.

Dean Shen laughed and said, "It's okay. You young people can go and eat. I'll take the bus back later."

Then he whispered to Lin Sanqi:
"She's pretty, looks honest, and she's a college student, so you better seize the opportunity."

The sound was not loud, but everyone nearby could hear it, making Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye blush, while the other female classmates nearby tried to hold back their laughter.

Principal's office.

Principal Jin Ronghua was looking through Lin Sanqi's personal file, and he kept humming:
"Yeah, that's right. I know Doctor Lin Kushen. He is one of the first batch of national famous Chinese medicine doctors in our country and a special talent in the capital. A good father will have a good son. Great!"

In the archives, the 10 years when Lin Sanqi was missing have been hidden, and it has been changed to that she followed her father to learn Chinese medicine since she was a child.

This also explains why there are no primary and secondary school diplomas in Lin Sanqi's file, because Lin Sanqi belongs to the "traditional master-apprentice" route. He was educated at home since he was a child and attended a private school.

There is nothing wrong with the logic.

Because this situation is very common in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. After all, there were no traditional Chinese medicine universities before liberation, and the model was one of master and apprentice.

It was only after liberation that the construction of the country's first traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, began.

Later, in order to promote the great development of national health, facing the shortage of medical talents, the traditional master-apprentice model was no longer in line with the trend of the times, so the country formally established the Chinese medicine major in universities to systematically train Chinese medicine talents.

Pan Ye belongs to this group of students, who will be called "academicians" in the future.

Decades later, the academic school, because of their diplomas and the ability to stick together, quickly became the leadership of major hospitals, and then defeated the "master-apprentice school". From then on, they became the mainstream of Chinese medicine.

Learning traditional Chinese medicine has become a non-mainstream practice.

Because Chinese medicine doctors have not systematically learned the knowledge in university textbooks, it is difficult for them to pass the "Qualification Certificate for Practicing Chinese Medicine Practitioners". Without this certificate, they cannot get a business license.

This has caused a serious problem. In many areas, learning Chinese medicine is crudely classified as "illegal medical practice", completely cutting off the inheritance.

However, this group of "academicians" who have only studied Chinese medicine for a few years in university can only be considered half-baked in Chinese medicine at best. In fact, they have not mastered the real core techniques and secret recipes of various schools of Chinese medicine.

From the perspective of medical skills, who can compare with the "master-disciple school" where a person follows a master since childhood and learns medicine for more than ten or twenty years before he can become a master?
It is said that the decline of traditional Chinese medicine is due to the suppression of Western medicine, but in fact, the education of traditional Chinese medicine in universities itself is problematic.

For example, when Lin Kucan went to give lectures at universities as a professor, he only taught knowledge from textbooks and at most some clinical techniques, but it was impossible for him to teach the real core medical skills of the Lingnan School.

Similarly, other Chinese medicine practitioners who work part-time as university professors are also reserved and will not reveal all of their specialties.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes that each patient has a different prescription, and the usage and dosage must be adjusted according to each patient's actual condition.

However, medical students are mass-produced, and there is no teaching method tailored to the students’ abilities. Furthermore, they do not learn core technologies, which actually means they are born with deficiencies.

This group of people has become the mainstream of traditional Chinese medicine and monopolized the right to speak. It would be strange if traditional Chinese medicine did not decline.

(End of this chapter)