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

Hearing Wang Murong's sudden change of title, Ding Mu felt a chill in his heart, but he immediately understood that this was a sign of goodwill, smiled slightly, and said, "Please tell me, what kind of project is this?"

Wang Murong said: "The Ministry of Health has a national-level project called the Traditional Chinese Medicine Master Cultivation Program, which seeks to train the best talents among medical students, focusing on traditional Chinese medicine and supplemented by Western medicine, and tailor-made training plans. Only every four years At one time, there were only five spots in the country at a time.”

When Ding Mu heard this, he couldn't help but hesitate. He had a lot of things to do and learn in this world, so he asked, "Can you please elaborate more?"

Wang Murong took a sip of water and said bluntly: "Today, traditional Chinese medicine is in decline. It can be said that each generation is worse than the last. Half of the first thirty traditional Chinese medicine masters in our country have now passed away, and most of the living ones are 90 years old. And the third The level of the second generation of traditional Chinese medicine masters is far inferior to that of the first generation. Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical subject that produces results late, and it is not considered a strict science, which is contrary to the current trend. It can be said that all the first-class talents are studying now. Western medicine, while second-rate talents go to study Chinese medicine, which can be seen from the college entrance examination scores. However, Chinese medicine is the treasure of our nation, and our Chinese medicine can cure difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be cured by Western medicine. In order to save Chinese medicine, the top leaders of the country can Let the legacy of traditional Chinese medicine be passed down from generation to generation, so that the best will be better than others, and we will provide extremely generous policies. Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to send you a copy of the materials."

After saying that, Wang Murong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took out his reading glasses from his cuffs and put them on. He opened the communication software quite skillfully and instructed his assistant to send a piece of information.

After a while, Mr. Wang's assistant sent a PDF document to his mobile phone. Wang Murong pushed the phone in front of Ding Mu and said, "See for yourself."

Ding Mu glanced at Yunliu, and while reading, he selected the important part and read: "The National Ministry of Health of Dahua, jointly organized by the WHO and the Billy Foundation, there are only ten places in the world, and we in Dahua have Five places. Under the guidance of masters of traditional Chinese medicine, for further study and exchange at the world’s top medical schools, a doctorate can be awarded.”

After flipping through a few pages, Ding Mu saw the admission qualifications and project responsibilities: "Admission is divided into written examination and interview. After the project is completed, you must return to your country and work in the health system for at least five years. I think this means that it includes allocation and directly solves a problem. It is a division-level establishment. This is not enough to break your head."

To be fair, this salary is really good. How many people will never be able to get a full-time job in their lifetime. After this project is completed, they will have a doctorate and can directly solve the establishment of a full-time job. It is of course perfect for ordinary people, and the competition will definitely Very intense.

Wang Murong also glanced at Yunliu and said to Ding Mu: "This program is held every four years, and the exams will not begin until the end of next year. Under normal circumstances, this program only admits people with Ph.D. degrees who are about to graduate or people with certain practical work experience. It's relatively large. I will be responsible for the admissions for the next class. If you are willing to give it a try, I can think of a way and it should be close to ten."

Wang Murong was obviously very confident in being able to say the right words. Of course Ding Mu understood, but he was still a little hesitant. He couldn't help but look at Yunliu again and asked: "Senior Brother Yunliu, can you help me make an idea?"

Yunliu had been listening carefully to this matter. When he saw Ding Mu asking for his opinion, he first counted his fingers, then pondered for a moment, and said: "The superior doctor heals the country, the traditional Chinese medicine heals the people, and the inferior doctor heals the disease. In your name With the word "wood" in mind, this project that has been passed down from generation to generation may be a great opportunity for you. I suggest you give it a try."

Yunliu has the most say in Dingmu's affairs. Although Yunliu doesn't know all of Dingmu's secrets, he is proficient in Xuanmen magic, can do calculations, and is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Ding Mu now respects his advice very much.

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

Seeing that Ding Mu was willing to try this project, Wang Murong couldn't help but be overjoyed. He smiled at Yunliu and said, "Master, will you personally teach me the basics of Chinese medicine and the classics that need to be memorized?"

Yunliu nodded and said to Ding Mu: "To learn Chinese medicine, you must first learn the Three Character Classic of Medicine, Binhu pulse theory, and the formula for conferring medicinal properties on soup. After that, you need to study the Nei Jing, Febrile Diseases, Golden Chamber, and Febrile Diseases. The four classics. After these, there are some unique skills of our Wuhua Valley School. From then on, you have to read more medical records and accumulate more practical experience. With your intelligence and ability, you can learn things quickly, but It takes years to accumulate clinical experience and difficult and complicated diseases.”

After saying that, Yunliu said to Wang Murong: "Murong, I am responsible for laying the foundation of Dingmu extremely solidly. As for the rest..."

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

"Okay!" Yunliu chuckled, with a smile on his face, obviously quite satisfied with Wang Murong's promise. Wang Murong also let out a sigh of relief. He was finally able to repay part of the favor he owed fifty years ago. He called to Ding Mu and said, "Come on, let's eat the food while it's hot!"

While eating the food, the conversation shifted to the food. Ding Mu only roughly knew the origin of this vegetable dish, but did not know the story of the store, so he asked Yunliu: "Brother, from what you just said, do you still know the grandfather of this boss?"

Yunliu chuckled and said, "Yes, Mr. You, Mr. You Haiquan, was a royal cook in the palace back then. He worked in the royal kitchen when he was ten years old and was good at making vegetarian dishes. Later, after leaving the palace, he relied on his own skills to cook in Dong'an. Setting up stalls in the market was very popular. He was known as Quan Su You. Together with his son You Zhengde, he opened a Quan Su restaurant. Master Wuhua was also a master in this way at the time and had a good relationship with Mr. Lao You. And You Zhengde and I also We often discuss each other. Now the Quan Su Guan brand has become a time-honored brand in the country."

Wang Murong also added: "Yes, after the public-private partnership, the Quan Su Restaurant suffered losses for many years. You Jia, a boy with some skills, was appreciated by some big guys. He went out to work alone more than ten years ago and created this secluded restaurant. Lianju. It is considered to be number one in the circles of the capital. In the private rooms at the back, there are often some dignitaries and dignitaries to show their support, so it is not an embarrassment to the ancestors." Wang Murong also rarely opened up the chatterbox and started chatting with Yunliu. Because of his work, he has access to the highest levels of Dahua politics, so the level of his circle is very high.

While eating, Ding Mu listened to the stories told by the two seniors, feeling that his knowledge was also increasing rapidly. Not everyone knows the anecdote here.

Just when Ding Mu was listening to these anecdotes with great interest, there was a loud bang about two private rooms away, followed by a sputtering sound, which was obviously something breaking. Yunliu and Wang Murong were both stunned and obviously very disturbed.

Ding Mu's ears were very strong, and he heard a familiar voice, full of anger: "It's too much to bully people. This old bastard Zhu Anguo is really too much to bully people! Xiao He, how are you? I'll take you to the hospital. ?”

A somewhat out of breath voice said: "It's okay. Don't go to the hospital, go to my brother-in-law's house and let him help me reattach the joint."

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

Standing up, Ding Mu apologized and said, "I went out to take a look, and I thought I heard a familiar voice."

When they got outside the door, they 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. Just listen to Boss You's anxious voice: "Oh, oh, oh, you two, what's going on? You're not bumping into each other, or I'll quickly change you to a private room first."

Ding Mu also came over to take a look and found a red sandalwood table that was broken into eight pieces. All the cutlery on the table was shattered on the floor. One of Xiao He's arms was hanging limply, his face was pale, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was sitting on a chair. The other person was She Yufei, who was hurriedly helping Xiao He deal with some stains on his body.

Hearing Boss You's words, She Yufei said in a deep voice: "Lao You, we won't eat, let's pay the bill. I'll pay for the things you spilled." Boss You is a good person. He didn't answer this question, but showed an anxious look and said : "Hey, Miss Xiao Er 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 squeezing in, it was Ding Mu. Ding Mu didn't even look at She Yufei. She looked at Xiao He's injuries and said, "Auntie, come to my private room. I'll ask someone to help you reattach the bones first."

This call of "aunt" made both She Yufei and Boss You confused. Only Xiao He knew that the word "aunt" came from Ding Mu's classmate Kong Xiao. Xiao He knew that Ding Mu also had martial arts skills, so he stood up dragging his injured arm. She followed him out without saying a word.

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

As soon as he entered Ding Mu's private room, Ding Mu said to Yunliu: "Senior brother, please help us. This is the aunt of one of my classmates. Her arm is broken. Please help to pick it up."

When Yunliu saw that it was a woman, he didn't ask any questions. He took a look at the injury, stood up, walked up to Xiao He, and said, "Is this an injury caused by fighting someone and using a technique? Let me touch it." Bones, see if they can be cured?"

Xiao He didn't know Yunliu, but he felt that this monk wearing moon-white monk's robes felt very reliable. He felt more at ease and nodded, wanting to tell Yunliu about the techniques used by the other party. But before he could speak, Yunliu followed the direction of the muscles and bones, pulling, twisting and releasing them, and with a snap, the bones were reattached. After connecting, he sang: "Amitabha, this is the technique of Huaiyang Eagle Claw Sect."

One kilometer away from Youlianju, a car parked on the side of the road. A bald man opened the door and spat out a large mouthful of blood on the ground. His face was full of pain. Next to him, an old man with gray hair and a slightly plump figure frowned. While helping to lay down the seat for the bald man to lie on, he made a phone call and arranged first aid.

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