"That's it! The old gods are the old gods. Such masters are not something that we mortals can meet casually."
Fan Gang smacked his lips with a regretful tone. Apart from gods, Fan Gang couldn't imagine anyone else being able to teach a master of medicine like Wang Dachun in just two years.
Wang Dachun suppressed a smile in his heart. He didn't expect anyone to believe the old fairy he made up. It's no wonder that if he told the truth, no one would believe him.
Fan Gang and others discussed various intractable diseases and medical problems with Wang Dachun. Wang Dachun was able to give good explanations and methods, which made Fan Gang and others feel that Wang Dachun was unfathomable.
Fan Gang in particular felt a deep sense of frustration, feeling like he had been living like a dog all these years.
At this moment, Guan Yong rushed over and said, "Mr. Fan, what a great event. A hundred new students in our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine have signed up."
Fan Gang stood up excitedly, "What? Great! This is all the credit of classmate Dachun!"
Wei Zhongguo sighed, "Yes, classmate Wang Dachun showed his skills today, but he has given us Chinese medicine a face. I have studied Chinese medicine for so many years, and I am really ashamed!"
Wang Dachun sighed, "Why, are there still very few people learning Chinese medicine in the past two years?"
Fan Gang nodded with a serious expression, "Hey, this situation has not improved, but has become more and more serious. Last year, our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine only admitted less than ten new students, and the leaders of our hospital are even considering abolishing the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. subjects.”
Wei Zhongguo took over and said, "Isn't that right? Now everyone knows that you can't make money by studying Chinese medicine, and the learning cycle is extremely long. Few people are willing to learn Chinese medicine."
Guan Yong said: "There are still some freshmen who are in a wait-and-see state now. They have even stated that they will apply for Chinese medicine as long as Wang Dachun teaches in person."
Fan Gang's eyes lit up, "I have an idea. I plan to recommend to the leaders of the college to hire Wang Dachun as the honorary dean of our college. Then Dachun will be able to teach."
"Honorary Dean?"
Wang Dachun waved his hand quickly, "How can a student become a dean if he has a shallow foundation and has not even graduated from college? You are always trying to flatter me!"
Even if he is qualified, Wang Dachun is not willing to be the dean. He is used to being idle. Not only does he have a lot of things in the village, but also business matters, so he has no time to deal with these.
Fan Gang waved his hand, "Hey! Brother Dachun, what are you talking about? Your medical attainments are far above ours, and it is more than enough to be the dean. Those who are capable work hard! Can't you bear to watch our great Chinese medicine doctor... Didn’t the little bit fall?”
"But...I..."
Jiang Lina nodded, "Stop it, I think you are fully qualified to be the dean. What are you worried about? The old god won't let you say his name, and he won't let your medical skills be spread to others!"
Although she studied Western medicine, she is very supportive of Chinese medicine, and she has always felt that Chinese medicine is very mysterious.
Wei Zhongguo also advised: "Yes, brother Dachun, you have a skill, why don't you pass it down to benefit future generations!"
Guan Yong echoed: "I think everyone is right. Although you have superb medical skills, you currently lack an identity. If you have the identity of honorary dean, it will be much easier for you to do anything in the future. Of course, maybe you I don’t care about identity, but this is how society is, and sometimes identity is really important.”
Most of these people were Wang Dachun's teachers before. If Wang Dachun became the honorary dean, they would be proud of their faces. Besides, they would definitely learn a lot from Wang Dachun in the future.
Wang Dachun was a little moved, "But even if I wanted to, I live in the distant countryside of Jin County and have a lot of things to do, so I really can't get away!"
Fan Gang suddenly realized, "So you're worried about this. It's simple. The honorary dean just hangs a sign, and you don't need to come and check in every day. You can always take one or two classes a month!"
"That's it!" Wang Dachun rubbed his chin and pondered, "Even if I agree, the leaders of your hospital may not agree."
"Leave this to us! As long as you agree, let's go. There happens to be a meeting soon. We will mention this matter to the hospital leaders at the meeting."
Fan Gang was impatient and would do what he said. He walked out first, which made Wang Dachun dumbfounded. He really didn't want to be an honorary dean!
Is it appropriate for me to be the dean at such a young age?
Jiang Lina took the initiative to add Wang Dachun on WeChat and asked him to wait outside the conference room. The hospital leaders would definitely meet with him.
Soon, a meeting of the leadership team of the medical school was held. Dean He Zhengqing, secretary Hou Guangping, first vice president Zhu Jiale, deputy secretary Ding Jinglai, and several vice presidents and deputy secretaries were present.
He Zhengqing first gave a speech at the beginning of the school year, which was nothing more than doing a good job and taking good care of the students.
The leaders took turns to speak.
When it was the turn of the first vice president Zhu Jiale, he cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, the leaders who need to be mentioned have already said it. I just want to say one thing. In recent years, the traditional Chinese medicine industry has been very depressed. We The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in our hospital cannot accept students every year, and last year it only admitted less than ten freshmen. Therefore, I feel that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in our hospital has ceased to exist in name only, and it should be withdrawn to avoid continuing to occupy the resources of the school."
Fan Gang's expression changed when he heard this, "Dean Zhu, what do you mean, you want to dismantle our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine again, are we going to eat or drink from you? If you think I'm dissatisfied, you can fire me too if you can." !”
Zhu Jiale snorted, "Director Fan, I'm just discussing the matter, please don't bring your personal emotions into it."
Although Fan Gang is very senior, he was not elected as the vice president. It is not that he is incompetent, but that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine where he works is really embarrassed.
Deputy Secretary Ding Jinglai said: "I think the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine cannot be withdrawn. Our TCM medicine is already in an embarrassing situation. If it is withdrawn again, our TCM medicine will be even more hopeless."
"Traditional Chinese medicine has always been stuck in the same place for so many years. It cannot keep up with the times and should have been eliminated long ago." said Vice President Zhao Jiaqiao.
Everyone had a heated discussion. Basically, they are divided into two factions. One faction mainly represents the Western Medicine School, and these people advocate the abolition of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine; the other faction advocates retaining the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The two factions argue endlessly.
Fan Gang said: "Don't look at the problem from the old perspective. As far as I know, more than a hundred freshmen have chosen traditional Chinese medicine. I think the situation has improved. We must keep the fire seed of traditional Chinese medicine." .”
