The Local Lazy Man System

"Open class on basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine? Longlong, let's go and listen!"

On the playground of the medical school, several students of the Chinese medicine class were playing badminton in the corner of the playground. One of the men said to the tall and strong college student beside him.

"Folk Chinese medicine? It's interesting!"

The man named Longlong slapped his badminton racket on his arm and said with interest. After all, as a senior at the medical school of Zhejiang South University, I have been in the medical school for four years, and this is the first time I heard some folk traditional Chinese medicine come to the medical school to give an open class.

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

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

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

"This is a fact, but I have heard that the employment situation of the seniors from the first few circles of our Chinese medicine department is very unsatisfactory. Few enter the big hospital, and many can't find a good job and go to the pharmacy. The waiter, the dead salary of two or three thousand yuan a month." Ma Xubin said.

"It's useless to say these things. Since I chose the major of traditional Chinese medicine, it is difficult to change it now. Let's go to listen to the lectures of folk traditional Chinese medicine. Don't many novels say that the masters of traditional Chinese medicine are in the folk?" Long Long said.

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

"Isn't that the white-haired old man, aren't all the old Chinese medicine doctors in the TV series like that?"

Longlong thought for a while and said. After all, in Longlong's impression, Chinese medicine practitioners with some level of medical skills are basically elderly people.

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

Throughout the medical school, many people also heard the broadcast.

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

"I know. Are you here for a new teacher?" Yang Mei said.

"Why don't we go and listen, folk Chinese medicine practitioners,

I have never seen a private Chinese medicine lecture. What do you think he looks like? "Yang Xue asked excitedly.

"What else can he look like. It must be an old man. Do you still think he is a handsome guy?"

Yang Mei laughed. In Yang Mei's view, Chinese medicine practitioners who can give lectures in schools must have excellent medical skills. The medical skills of traditional 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 too, it must be the old man, it's really boring."

Yang Xue said. In the medical school, especially in the Department of Chinese Medicine of Yang Xuebao, the teachers are basically old people, most of them are old men, old ladies, and younger ones. It is also a middle-aged uncle-level character.

"If it wasn't for the fact that my family opened a pharmacy and everyone in my family asked me to read this Chinese medicine, I would not have applied for this Chinese medicine major. Look at how many young chief physicians and chief doctors of the Chinese medicine department in the hospital are, and then look at Western medicine. Many of the attending and chief doctors of those departments are very young."

Yang Mei said with a depressed expression. Originally, Yangmei wanted to apply for those majors in Western medicine, but as the only child in the family, as the heir to the family's big pharmacy, the final choice is not in her hands, it is decided by a group of adults in the family.

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

"Um."

Yang Mei also wants to hear how the teaching level of folk traditional Chinese medicine is.

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"Hehe, listen to me. The Chinese medicine department really has no talents, and now it's so poor that it invites private barefoot doctors to give lectures."

"Now there are a few people who study Chinese medicine, and only those who have brain water apply to the department of Chinese medicine. You don't know, many students of the department of Chinese medicine regret to death, and many people are looking for a relationship. They want to transfer to our western medicine side. Professionals come!"

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

"It can't 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 success."

"Ten or twenty years, at that time, those of us who studied Western medicine have long been attending, director-level doctors, and if they mix well, they are all expert-level."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is not good now, the level is too low, and sooner or later it will be eliminated."

"I also think so. If it wasn't for the state's support of traditional Chinese medicine over the years, I think traditional Chinese medicine would have almost withdrawn from the stage of history."

"Do you want to go to the class?"

"We are majoring in Western medicine. What are we going to listen to? Chinese medicine courses are similar to those who call them. It doesn't make any sense at all."

"Go, why don't you go, let's also go and see the level of folk traditional Chinese medicine, and see what level he has, so that the school can invite him to give lectures."

Many students who are not from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine are discussing the fact that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine invites private Chinese medicine practitioners to give lectures at the school.

It's not that the level of folk Chinese medicine is not good, but that the cultural level of folk Chinese medicine is mostly not high, and many of them are elementary school culture. It is okay to ask them to see a doctor. If they are asked to teach college students, it is really difficult for them.

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

In a large amphitheater, many students came one after another, most of them were students of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and of course there were also a small number of students majoring in Western medicine who came to watch the excitement.

Although it is a large amphitheatre, it is actually not very big, and it can accommodate about 300 people. However, there are not many students studying Chinese medicine. In addition, many students despise the folk barefoot Chinese medicine and do not come. Therefore, it is less than ten minutes before class time, and this amphitheatre, which can accommodate about 300 people, is still very empty.

Everyone sat in the middle and back of the lecture hall in twos and threes. There were basically no people in the first few rows, especially the first row.

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

Everyone chatted and talked, but the mysterious folk TCM teacher was not seen for a long time.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

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

"How about we go to the toilet and smoke another cigarette?"

"Okay, smoke you out."

But just when the two students of the Department of Chinese Medicine stood up and went to the toilet to smoke, a group of people entered the classroom door, and the two students were so frightened that they immediately sat down in their seats.

I saw that Yang Chunjie, the dean of the medical school, took the lead, several vice presidents, the dean of academic affairs, seven or eight old professors of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, and even two professors of Western medicine. Sit in the first row of the lecture hall. (To be continued.)