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After a pause, Zhang Zhongyi's eyes sharpened, "But now Chinese medicine is increasingly declining. This is a fact. Everyone here has a responsibility. This apprenticeship class is not for you to compete for fame and fortune, but for you to find successors for Chinese medicine.Put away your own petty thoughts, share the same hatred, and be united in facing the outside world.Don’t forget that this training is to compete with the young people from the Western medicine side.It’s up to you whether you can run a successful training class and select a true successor of traditional Chinese medicine.”

The atmosphere at the long table completely changed.

Several professors put down their teacups and sat upright.

Zhang Zhongyi picked up the tea cup and took a sip, put it down, then waved his hand and said: "Let's adjourn the meeting now. Remember to hand in the list before tomorrow."

People in the inner hall stood up one after another, packed away the documents on the table, closed their notebooks, and capped their pens.

Several professors came over to shake hands with Wang Dazhuang, introduced themselves, and exchanged contact information.

Professor Liu walked up to him and patted his shoulder. He didn't say anything, he just patted him hard twice, turned around and left.

Professor Chen came over, shook hands with him, said, "Young man, do your best," and left.

In the corner, Doctor Sun stood there, looking at Wang Dazhuang surrounded by several professors shaking hands and greeting him, his eyes were red and his beard was trembling slightly.

He turned around and looked at Sun Feifei, grinned slowly, stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder and said: "Feifei, grandpa knows that you can do it."

Sun Feifei looked at her grandfather's red eyes and her nose felt a little sore, but she still held it back and responded softly, "Grandpa, thank you!"

But Dr. Sun smiled very happily, "Silly girl, thank me for anything. You and Da Zhuang have fought for this. This time, I will study hard and study hard. Don't feel any psychological pressure. If you have anything to do, just tell Da Zhuang!"

After listening to her grandfather's words, Sun Feifei couldn't help but look at the man who felt more and more strange in her heart, and a slight blush appeared on her face.

Wang Dazhuang still didn't understand the situation, so he asked, "Doctor Sun, what's going on with this apprenticeship class? I haven't even read the charter, and I don't know what to do there."

Dr. Sun pulled him to the chair next to him and sat down. He also dragged a chair and sat next to Sun Feifei. He said with a smile: "Dazhuang, Feifei, you are actually going to treat people. At eight o'clock the day after tomorrow, all the trainees will gather at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The official name of this event is the Chinese and Western Huitong Clinical Training for Young Physicians. To put it bluntly, Chinese and Western medical practitioners go to the countryside to practice together and are divided into villages. They each see different patients and use their own methods. In the end, who has a better therapeutic effect."

Wang Dazhuang leaned on the back of his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and nodded thoughtfully.

"We are going to a remote village called Liushugou. It is in the mountains and the transportation is inconvenient. It is not easy for the villagers to travel to the mountains, and it is even more difficult to see a doctor. If you have a headache or a fever, you have to carry it yourself. If you can't carry it, you have to cross the mountains to see a doctor in the town. So the association has chosen such a place for you, a group of young doctors, to practice and treat the villagers. Professors and experts will accompany you to evaluate and score your diagnosis and treatment process."

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