Apostasy.
This is the impression that all teachers who know Wu Zifan have on this student who has neat homework and excellent grades.
No, perhaps this also includes his father, the enlightener of traditional Chinese medicine.
But that wasn't the case at first.
Wu Zifan was once a conscientious and obedient apprentice and a well-behaved student. He followed his father, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and started to learn Chinese medicine in his childhood. He helped the old Chinese medicine doctor in the clinic during consultations, reciting formulas and acupuncture points over and over again in the room. In the pharmacy, I weighed and dispensed medicines with a small weight. I followed my father as a role model and worked hard to become a sound traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
Originally, according to his father's plan, he could give up the ordinary college entrance examination, pass the simple adult college entrance examination and take any technical secondary school, and then continue to accumulate experience in the clinic, and then pass the physician qualification assessment for those who have expertise in traditional Chinese medicine, and obtain a physician qualification certificate specializing in traditional Chinese medicine. ; After working for five years, he directly applied to take the Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner Qualification Examination, continued to work in his father’s clinic, and even inherited the clinic in the future.
But his mother insisted that he should go to college. Her reason is also very simple: Western medicine is now the mainstream of society, and it is uncertain whether her own traditional Chinese medicine clinic can operate for another ten years. If the clinic cannot continue to operate in the future, if he is really just a technical secondary school student, it will be really difficult for him to find a job in society.
What's more, according to his mother's words: "His classmates and friends have all gone to college. He is obviously capable of going to college, but you impose your own hospital on him and prevent him from going to school. When he grows up, will he Will you regret it? Will you hold a grudge? "
In the end, his father compromised and let him go to college. But there are conditions: he must stay in Fengcheng, and he must also choose medicine.
In fact, Wu Zifan had no particular ideas about whether to go to college or what major to choose. He has been educated to become a Chinese medicine doctor since he was a child. He has been learning the knowledge of Chinese medicine since he was a child. He has watched how Chinese medicine treats diseases and saves people since he was a child. He has no way to become anyone else. He can only become a Chinese medicine doctor because he has only seen the practice of becoming a Chinese medicine doctor. A path in life.
That was true before going to college.
"Speaking of which, why do you want to take the postgraduate examination and leave your hometown to go to Kyoto? In terms of traditional Chinese medicine, practical experience is more important, and academic qualifications are of less significance, right? Don't say that you just open a clinic at home, you just go to a big hospital. With your academic qualifications It’s more than enough.”
Wu Zifan couldn't deny it. Because what Ling Yao said is indeed true.
but……
"Because it's boring."
Ling Yao raised his head and glanced at him.
"The knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine sounds mysterious and mysterious to laymen, right? Unlike the Western medicine system in which all theories are supported by experimental data, all experiments can be replicated and verified, and can be extended infinitely even if the framework has been determined, traditional Chinese medicine It's a completely different system.
"To put it nicely, all theories are obtained directly through practice. With thousands of years of experience accumulated, the theoretical system has matured. As long as you work hard to memorize them all, there will be no need to update the database in the future."
Wu Zifan smiled and knocked on his head,
"To put it bluntly, it means that the mechanism of action of traditional Chinese medicine treatment cannot be confirmed, and the toxic and side effects cannot be determined; the experiment cannot be reproduced. When writing the experimental report of the paper, everyone will choose the experimental results that are beneficial to them, and then make a few nonsense sentences to verify the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. , completely devoid of scientific spirit.
"As for the maturity of the theoretical system... To put it bluntly, there is no way to develop it. After all, now is different from the ancient times. We can't directly use patients as 'guinea pigs' to demonstrate the effect of medicines. What's more, this 'maturity', "I think it refers more to 'logical self-consistency', right?" I don't deny this. But doing research is not writing a novel. What’s the use of being logically consistent? You have to be able to cope with various practical situations.
"I know that many of you Western medicine people look down on Chinese medicine. In fact, most of us Chinese medicine people also look down on Western medicine. Not to mention purely conceptual conflicts, theoretically speaking, it is difficult for the Western medicine system to explain the effectiveness of Chinese medicine cases. The Chinese medicine system It is also difficult to deal with the questioning and deconstruction of Western medicine. Therefore, both sides look at me, a Chinese medicine practitioner who is obsessed with Western medicine research methods, either as a traitor or as a fool. But I am also very helpless, I just want to learn. , just pursuing breakthroughs.”
After saying that, Wu Zifan shrugged helplessly.
"The systems are incompatible and cannot confirm each other, but we are not trying to understand each other, so do we hate each other? Although the atmosphere in the National Medical University is relatively weak, sometimes I do feel this way."
Ling Yao sighed slightly,
"Actually, I personally feel that it is a pity. The traditional Chinese medicine system is also a product that has been proven in practice. If both sides can coexist peacefully, it will be a big treasure house worth digging into..."
"So, it's all based on the premise of 'if'. In fact, with those old-fashioned ideas, they may feel insulted when they hear your words, and they will directly blacklist you."
Wu Zifan shrugged,
"Anyway, according to my family's plan, I will go back to practice Chinese medicine after graduation, use unchanged knowledge and theories to treat diseases and save people, complete daily tasks mechanically and repeatedly, and finally inherit the family business, marry a wife, have children, and raise the next generation of Chinese medicine practitioners. This cycle repeats... …You can also think of me as someone who likes the new and hates the old. I can’t accept this boring life where the end can be seen at a glance.”
"Hmm, I see that you are a very independent person and you also like challenges. Getting admitted to the National Medical University is indeed a good way to get rid of family constraints and pursue your dreams. I'm optimistic about you. Come on."
Ling Yao nodded.
"...That's what I said, but senior, except for raising your head at the beginning, you didn't even look at me the whole time! It's so perfunctory! You were obviously the first to ask me why I wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination!"
Wu Zifan gritted his teeth and said.
"Hey, that's because from the beginning you were trying to get close to me in the name of being a graduate student. To be honest, this reason is really lame. Obviously with your ability..."
Ling Yao reluctantly raised his head and looked Wu Zifan up and down.
"As long as you can pass the initial exam, you don't need to worry about the re-examination at all. People are like, 'I have a friend who wants to repay Professor Yu', so what? You are better, you are 'I want to repay Professor Yu's friend'... I You're not stupid, you keep calling 'senior brother' one after another, how can I not understand? Don't worry, Old Man Yu cherishes talents very much. If you really want to repay him, he will not have any prejudice against Chinese and Western medicine.
"As for the other questions you want to inquire about, I'm not interested anyway. I have a new goal now, and I have no plans to cooperate with Chinese medicine practitioners. Hey, let's not talk about it. I have an appointment after get off work, so I'll cancel it first."
Ling Yao waved his hand and before Wu Zifan could react, he raised his feet and ran away.
Wu Zifan grinded his teeth, knowing that at least there would be no chance today, he said angrily:
"Why do you want to make a date? Make a date with a girlfriend! Who doesn't know that you don't have a girlfriend..."
Ling Yao's voice, with only a blurry figure left, raised his hand lazily in response:
"I'm asking my boyfriend!"
Clang——
When Wu Zifan was about to take a step, his left foot crossed his right foot and he fell down on the spot.
His mind wandered a little, and he realized that Ling Yao was perfunctory with him again. But this perfunctory way...
"Gan, it's Wolf Killer."
Tik-ring-ding-ring——
Wu Zifan stood up, patted his dusty clothes, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket:
"Hello?"
"Your father!! You are an unfilial son. You don't know how to go home even during the Chinese New Year..."
"Oh, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up..."
"Wait! Bah, I will call you if nothing happens? Do you think I want to see you... The people from the Zhou family sent me a message to wish Mr. Zhou a birthday and ask for medical advice by the way. You must come back to me today! Back then, I But I saved your life, no matter what, I have to give others some face!"
"Okay, okay, I know, I know! Just tell me where to wait, I'll go directly there tonight..."
"Why don't you just go there! Come back! How long has it been since you came back!!"
"You don't want to see me!"
"...I don't want to see you, but your mother wants to see you, can't you! Get back here!"
Click. Dudududu——
"Tsk, old man...I haven't finished my thesis yet. The Zhou family...don't just ask people to sacrifice their lives for a little favor. To save someone's life...if they hadn't been implicated, what would have happened? The Zhou family is almost dying. Who knows if the disease is man-made, so they go to the doctor eagerly... and they are not afraid of messing up and losing their lives. "
Wu Zifan muttered,
"Oh, forget it, I still have to go there to prevent the old man from being stupid."
…
"Although the Zhou family has declined in recent years, after all, the older generation also worked hard together to start a business. Other aristocratic families will always give Mr. Zhou a little love. There are many big shots at the birthday banquet tonight. You are so stupid I'll be tight, put away my bad temper, and don't mess with anyone I shouldn't..."
"Okay, okay, I'm not a three-year-old, I know better! You'd better take care of yourself!"
Wu Zifan straightened his gray-black tunic and interrupted Wu Jinglong's words in a low voice.
Wu Jinglong immediately puffed his beard and glared after hearing this, but seeing the crowds of people coming and going outside the venue, he finally did not get angry in front of these many people, but slapped the unfilial son hard on the back:
"Hurry up! Don't make people wait!"
If he hadn't known about his father's stinking and arrogant character and his attitude, Wu Zifan would have thought that this man was really here to cling to the powerful. He curled his lips, preparing to save some face for his father because of the large number of people.
However, when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Wu Jinglong saw Wu Zifan suddenly froze on the spot and followed his gaze to look there. The noisy crowd gradually separated into a path under the guidance of a waiter in a black tuxedo.
Walking slowly behind the waiter was an energetic old man. The old man's left hand was held by a middle-aged man, followed by two young men in tuxedos.
"Who is that, dragging his whole family to someone's birthday banquet, and making it so grand?"
Wu Zifan wiped his eyes, afraid that he had seen it wrong. Wu Jinglong thought that Wu Zifan was envious when he saw that other peers were treated very differently, so he just explained:
"That's the Nan family, one of the top forces in Fengcheng. When the Zhou family was at its peak, it might not be as good as the current Nan family. But I heard that the relationship between the Zhou family and the Nan family is not that good. So many people came this time. , apart from doing superficial things, Mr. Nan is probably bringing his juniors to negotiate the acquisition."
Wu Zifan glanced at his old father. It seems that the old man cannot understand the turbulent undercurrents among these wealthy families... But in this case, why should they, who are from a small family, pounce on them? It can't be that his father's competitive spirit is focused on such strange things as conquering wealthy families with medical skills, right?
I always feel like... is the old man hiding something from him?
But now, the grumpy dad is not the point, the point is...
His senior brother is actually from the Nan family, that Nan family? !
Although it's not like he hasn't thought about it this way, why do people from the Nan family go all the way to Kyoto to study at university? They were tricked into being interned at Fengcheng City Hospital, and they don't want to apply to the Nan family private hospital! The result now? Excuse?
"Don't look at it, what other people do has nothing to do with us."
Seeing the complicated expression on Wu Zifan's face, Wu Jinglong's old father suddenly became excited, his tone softened, and he patted Wu Zifan on the shoulder.
"Let's go, don't keep Mr. Zhou waiting too long."
Xiao Baicai, who was thought to be embarrassed after seeing a wealthy man of the same age, was actually so shocked by the senior brother who talked so much about trains that his mother didn't even recognize him. Wu Zifan rarely refuted, and followed Wu Jinglong obediently to meet the Zhou family who invited them. Mr. Zhou Jianqing.
Mr. Zhou is already in his seventies, and his eldest son Zhou Jianqing is almost fifty years old. No matter how neat his appearance is, his slightly stooped body and middle-aged beer belly cannot be concealed. But no matter what, his posture and demeanor have not changed despite being born into a scholarly family.
After meeting Wu Jinglong and his son, he not only shook hands and greeted Wu Jinglong in a "cordial and friendly" manner, but also "lowered his status" to inquire about their family's situation and the development of the medical clinic. He also "enthusiastically and proactively" wanted to give Wu Zifan this accurate treatment. The graduates were introduced to an expensive job - being a family doctor for their Zhou family.
This is how Wu Zifan sees Zhou Jianqing.
"Hey, how can this kid listen to me now! He just can't think of it, and insists on getting a graduate degree from the National Medical University! You said this... Oh, my wings are hard! I'm afraid I will live up to your good intentions."
Wu Jinglong waved his hands repeatedly,
"Mr. Zhou's birthday banquet is about to begin. You don't have to take too much care of us two. You go about your business first. If you need anything, just ask someone to take us there."
"In this case, Jianqing will go and take care of my father first. I hope you two can forgive Jianqing for his poor hospitality."
After a few more polite words from both sides, Zhou Jianqing left in a hurry.
Seeing that there were no outsiders in the reception room, Wu Zifan put away his obedient and polite face and snorted lightly. It is said that I am afraid of sparing their innocence, so I keep them here. In fact, I am afraid that they are just a group of "gentlemen" who are not worthy of being compared with the dignitaries outside. I am afraid that they will lose their face. Just be prepared to call them out to work when "gifts" are needed.
It's just like the servants who guarded the ottoman in ancient times. It is really the book, fragrance, family and status of the feudal dynasty.
However, despite the Zhou family's self-conscious attitude of being superior to others, Wu Zifan had no interest in going to the dinner to join in the fun. After all, even if he goes out, he may not be able to understand the "liveliness" of these people, and he may even cause a lot of trouble for himself...
"Hello? Where is this place? I just saw an acquaintance go in. Is there a gentleman named Wu Zifan among the people who went in?"
There was a vague sound outside the door. Then there was a more vague conversation. Then there was a series of footsteps.
Da da da. Da da da.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Wu Jinglong saw that his son, who had finally become quiet and obedient, suddenly stood up.
"Sapris——! Little...hey, where is the person?"
Wu Jinglong, who was sitting alone at the coffee table, saw the waiter leading a familiar young man in. The other party's face changed from joy to surprise, and he touched his head blankly.
He squinted his eyes and finally recognized that this was the junior from the Nan family he had just seen at the door.
However, the other party quickly recovered and returned to his smiling face:
"Hello, uncle. Is Wu Zifan here?"
Wu Jinglong was confused as to why the Yu Nan family came specifically to find his unsatisfactory son, when he saw the young man walking behind the screen with a smile, and took out Wu Zifan who was hiding there:
"Good evening, little brother."
