At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

The two chatted as the bus stopped at Yongdingmen.

The two got out of the car.

We arrived in front of a three-story building.

There was a sign hanging above it: Yongdingmen Joint Clinic.

In 1951, at a national health conference, it was proposed that "privately-run medical institutions should be supported and guided."

"And mobilize individual medical personnel to organize joint hospitals or joint clinics, making them assistants to public medical institutions."

Since then.

Beijing Jianguo has gradually established 43 joint clinics and 28 branch clinics.

The Yongdingmen Joint Clinic was one of the first four to be established.

The event was organized by the renowned traditional Chinese medicine master, Mr. Dong.

However, these joint clinics began restructuring this year.

Most of the top masters and key personnel will be transferred away.

Three large-scale TCM research, medical and teaching institutions were established: the Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Beijing Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The remaining ones were transferred to grassroots TCM hospitals in streets and districts.

These joint clinics bring together the top TCM masters from all over the country.

And this is only traditional Chinese medicine.

What about Western medicine, which focuses more on expensive medical equipment and drugs?

Needless to say.

And what about the vast rural areas?

There might not even be a barefoot doctor now (not referring to those officially defined).

This angered "He", leading to the famous statement: "Shift the focus of medical and health work to rural areas."

Consequently, the officially defined "barefoot doctor" came into being.

As Yi Zhongding pondered this, he followed Senior Brother Zhuo into the clinic.

He entered an office as if he knew the way inside.

"Hehe, you all came together. Zhongding, if you weren't here to bring good news, you would have had to go home."

Liu Duzhou saw them come in and joked with a smile.

He has been in a mentor-student relationship with Yi Zhongding for three years.

Of course, I know that with his grades, it's impossible for him not to get into that newly established TCM college.

"Master, I've come to deliver good news. I passed the exam."

Yi Zhongding also took out a two-ounce bag of tea leaves and placed it on the table.

However, this chef likes to drink Duyun Maojian tea.

"You're quite unique, choosing Heytea instead of a graduation banquet banquet?"

Liu Duzhou glanced at the tea bag and said with a smile.

"I was just about to say that. Tomorrow, my elder brother invites you and two or three other masters to Fengzeyuan. He has prepared a banquet to thank the masters."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

"Okay, I understand. I'll accept the tea, but I'm not like your Master Fang. I don't have any money to give."

"Here are a few rare books of traditional Chinese medicine that I got from Professor Dong. I'm giving them to you as a gift for your college entrance exam."

Liu Duzhou took five thread-bound books out of the drawer and handed them to him.

"Thank you, Master. You are much more generous than Master Fang, who wouldn't let me take a single book with him."

Yi Zhongding respectfully accepted the book and said with a smile.

"Haha, you know me well, kid. You probably told Dr. Fang that my Master Liu is very stingy and won't give me a single penny."

When Liu Duzhou heard that his prized student had been admitted to university, he was beaming with pride and in high spirits.

It's rare for him to be willing to say a few harmless jokes.

Brother Zhuo, who was brewing tea nearby, saw his junior brother laughing and joking with his master.

I was incredibly envious.

He has never received this treatment before.

When I was an apprentice.

I've been slapped on the hand and scolded quite a few times.

But this junior apprentice in front of me has a talent for traditional Chinese medicine, or rather, a learning ability.

That truly impressed him.

After three years of getting along, we have developed a deep friendship.

"Has it been settled with Old Zheng?"

Liu Duzhou took a sip of tea and then asked.

"It's settled. Tomorrow is also the apprenticeship banquet. He will personally invite Elder Dong, Elder Zhu from Haidian, Elder Zhao from Fuchengmen, Elder Song from Deshengmen, and Elder Yu from the Joint Clinic Committee to witness it together."

Yi Zhongding nodded.

"Okay, but in traditional Chinese medicine, a master can only guide you in; the rest is up to you. You still need to work harder."

"We old folks can only guide you for a short while; how well you end up is up to you."

"Many people who studied under famous teachers eventually became just ordinary people."

Liu Duzhou then earnestly advised him.

"I will follow my master's teachings."

Yi Zhongding thanked him respectfully.

"Alright, then you go to Guang'anmen first. I need to go out to see patients. When you see Old Zheng, you need to be more respectful. He has old-fashioned ideas."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Liu Duzhou was quite satisfied and patted him on the shoulder.

He then gestured for his senior brother, Zhuo, to take the medicine box and follow him.

"Master, why didn't you bring Junior Brother along? His complicated illness is perfect for learning."

Senior Brother Zhuo asked quietly after he had walked away.

"It's good that your fellow disciples get along well, but bringing him into the inner circle now isn't helping him, it's harming him."

"That person's intractable disease is something that so many famous doctors couldn't cure, so I'm even less confident in my ability to treat it, and I won't include him in the list."

Liu Duzhou sighed, somewhat helpless about his lack of medical skills.

"Then you'll take me with you?"

Senior Brother Zhuo stared wide-eyed and asked incredulously.

Our relationship doesn't need to be that deep.

He pondered it.

If the master gets beaten, he'll get covered in blood.

Could he say to that person: "You hit my master, so you can't hit me now?"

"You're not afraid, are you? At least you tried to keep up last time."

"He's still young; he has to take his time and walk steadily."

"There are plenty of difficult and complicated cases in medical records. What he remembers even more are the books in my house, which he has read almost all of. And how could he not read the books in the collections of other masters?"

"If we're talking about the future, in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, he has to be one of the few who can integrate all the different schools and sects."

"Believe it or not, how long our names will be remembered depends on him."

Liu Duzhou replied confidently, and then praised him highly.

"Is it really that bad? You're already a master-level TCM doctor, and you have a long life ahead of you."

Senior Brother Zhuo shook his head subconsciously.

"You said it yourself, I'm only a master now, and it was you who bestowed that title upon me. Those older, more experienced colleagues don't recognize it."

"And your junior brother, that kid is really good at hiding his abilities. The only difference between him and me is the number of times we've treated each other."

Liu Duzhou chuckled jokingly, then said something pointedly.

"Moreover, my junior brother is sincere and upright; I feel that he is like a devout seeker of the Tao."

"I'm just an ordinary person, I can't compare."

Senior Brother Zhuo didn't seem to be jealous at all.

Anyway, whatever his master knew and could learn, Yi Zhongding had already learned it all.

The master isn't all alone.

There were no sordid disputes over inheritance among the fellow disciples.

If we're going to argue...

That is an intangible resource.

But with his junior brother's talent, does he even need to compete for that thing?

In the future, if others want to give gifts, they'll probably have to ask me for help.

(My book was fortunate to receive the support of my older brothers, who said it topped the list of new male-oriented derivative books, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Did you guys see it?)

(I was thinking of putting this news on the cover to show off, but I couldn't find it, so I didn't dare to.)

(One hundred chapters, finished... Ah, oops, just confetti! Thank you to all the big brothers who have accompanied and supported me all the way, allowing this humble author to get this far. I will work even harder in the future. There are bound to be some imperfections in the book. Those who have read this far are not only incredibly resistant to bad reading, but also truly love this book.)

(Thank you so much, everyone! I am deeply grateful!)