"Since ancient times, masters have been regarded as teachers. Although I have only called you Teacher Tao a few times, I have called you Teacher Tao so many times in the system space before that I have long been used to it." Han Tai said.
"Yes." Gan Yi felt the same way: "It's just a title, you don't have to worry about it, Teacher Tao. It's been a year or two, and changing your name would be troublesome."
Even Tao Le was a little confused by their words, let alone Du Weizhong who had not yet attended the training class.
"What are you talking about? Teacher Tao has only been here for two days. Have you known each other before?"
"That's not true. But this matter has to start with the acupuncture pulse control and hemostasis training class." Gan Yi pulled him over and muttered.
Not long after, Du Weizhong turned around with jealousy and stared at Han Tai: "Old Han, you are not kind! Why don't you take me to such a good training class?"
"Hey, that list was drawn up by Section Chief Zhang. I didn't know it beforehand." Dean Han saw his menacing approach and pushed it all away without thinking.
"Besides, aren't you a cardiologist? You don't often encounter bleeding. Chief Zhang probably had this consideration."
"This is prejudice and misunderstanding!" Du Weizhong was filled with indignation: "Department of Cardiovascular Medicine, the name of the department has the word "blood" in it, how can we not learn the technique of stopping bleeding?"
"What's more, we encounter a lot of cerebral hemorrhage, cardiovascular rupture and bleeding, so we can't say it's totally unrelated, right?"
"Hey, Lao Du, I didn't mean that. It's just Section Chief Zhang who didn't put you in the first class for some reason." Han Tai quickly comforted:
"Next week is the second period of class, I promise, you will be put in right away!"
"No!" Du Weizhong himself didn't expect that at such an old age, he could still be so impatient. He didn't want to wait for a moment on this matter: "I'm going tomorrow night!"
"This shouldn't work, right?" Han Tai hesitated.
Tao Le interrupted at this time: "Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome."
"What do you say?" Du Weizhong asked immediately, and Han Tai and Gan Yi also looked at her at the same time.
"I was thinking about this in the training class just now. Now that the teaching model has changed, our training format does not have to be as rigid as the normal classes in the past."
"There is no need to worry about the quantity of the VR glasses sponsored by Mio Technology this time. One set is enough for each of the medical staff in the hospital."
"As long as the method of use is briefly explained, everyone can use their own free time to learn on their own without getting together."
"That's right!" Han Tai said suddenly: "As times are progressing, training methods cannot be stuck to the old methods. I will let Section Chief Zhang arrange it later."
Gan Yi also smiled and nodded: "It is indeed a good idea. According to the previous method, the promotion was slow. Although everyone can eventually learn it, because of the different batches, those who have not learned it will affect the treatment. "
"For example, tonight, before Dr. Xin fainted, he used the acupuncture pulse control technique he just learned to stop bleeding, which relieved the heavy bleeding in time and saved the mother's life."
"But if she is not here, then this patient will really be in trouble."
"I understand what you mean." Han Tai said: "We can't wait, and we can't rely on it."
"But it's so late today. Let's go back and have a good rest - I will implement this early tomorrow morning!"
Ten-year-old Tsetendama was lying in front of the window, looking longingly into the distance.
On the plateau pastures, the thick white frost in the morning has melted away, revealing the pale yellow hay below.
Although it is winter, it has not snowed yet, and the yaks can still find food on their own.
In fact, even if it snows and the temperature becomes lower, my father will still go out to graze.
These creatures that grow on the plateau are extremely tenacious, can withstand high temperatures, and are not picky about food.
This winter is different from previous years. Because their family moved into a winter settlement built in the village.
The settlements were built with double-story tower houses, which were much sturdier than tents and could not be blown through by wind or weighed down by snow.
The dried cow dung bricks were burning in the stove, making the entire blockhouse very hot.
The strong aroma of yak bone soup kept drifting into her nose. It was the base soup used by her grandma to cook Tibetan noodles.
"Ajia, I'm hungry." The three-year-old brother kept sniffing and looking back.
Tsetendama then tore off a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "Don't worry, hold on for a while. Let's eat together when Abba comes back."
"But dad went to graze, wouldn't he be able to come back until evening?" the younger brother asked puzzledly.
"That was normal." Tsedan Dama held his brother's hand: "It's not today."
Her eyes were smiling, filled with anticipation. Fei Gaoyuan's red face also became more rosy.
My father drove two yaks away from home early in the morning, not to his own winter pasture, but to the collective pasture in the countryside.
There he would sell them and use the money to buy new clothes, new shoes, and a brand new pressure cooker for her and her brother.
Since the settlement got electricity, several surrounding villagers have added this good thing to their homes. The stew is quick and fragrant, and it can also save a lot of dried cow dung.
By this time, Abba should be on his way back, right?
Did he choose the most colorful and beautiful dress for her?
It is always more beautiful than the Yangjin one next door.
She thought happily, and turned around as lightly as a bird, helping her mother to get the Tibetan noodles that had been dried long ago.
As long as you see your father's figure from a distance, you can pour the noodles into the pot, simmer it for a few rolls, and then sprinkle a handful of chopped Tibetan green onions.
People who have been on the cold plateau for a long time, what they need most is a bowl of hot Tibetan noodles.
"Mom, Ajia, Uncle Kelsang is here!" the younger brother's voice came over.
Tsetendama followed Grandma downstairs, and Uncle Kelsang's horse had already rushed out the door.
"It's not good!" Uncle Gesang said urgently: "The next day he was gored by a red deer, and he will die immediately."
As soon as he said this, grandma's body swayed immediately.
Tsetendama immediately supported her hard: "Uncle Kelsang, please tell me clearly, where is my father now and what is going on?"
"We have called a car and sent him to the township health center." Gesang shook his head and said to his mother, "Dama, you have to hold on, there are two children at home!"
"I'm going to find him right away." Dama turned her head with a serious expression: "You are Ajia, you have to take good care of your brother. I'm going to see your father right now."
"Don't worry, I will do it." Tears in Tsetandarma's eyes were welling up in her eyes, but she still managed to hold them back.
"Abba, he will be fine."
"The Bodhisattva will protect him." Dama said.
Grandma and Uncle Gesang rode away in the distance, and Tsetendama's tears rolled down.
She cooked the Tibetan noodles and served them to her brother. She watched him eat them with big mouthfuls, but she couldn't eat any of them.
Abba, I don’t want a new dress, new shoes, or a pressure cooker. I just want you to come back safely.
Explanation: Ajia means sister in Tibetan. As for the name Tseden Dharma, it is composed of Tseten in his father’s name and Dharma in his mother’s name. This is also a naming habit commonly used by Tibetans and is not a clerical error by Xiao Hai.
In addition, Xiaohai wants tickets so much that he can't eat, sleep well, is exhausted from writing, and slow to react... Dear friends, come and save me!
