Tiandao Chinese Medical Center.

It is no longer just five words like "Tiandao Chinese Medical Center".

It is a belief!

It is a legacy!

It is remembered by generations!

"Xiaotian, I understand! I will always support you!"

Chen Tingwei grabbed his hand and said firmly.

I don't know since when, this man has completely entered her heart and knocked on the door of her heart that has been sealed for many years.

"Weiwei, thank you!"

Jiang Shaotian also held her hand tightly and showed a pleased smile.

He wants to make a decision with this changeable and stunning woman!

The four eyes facing each other were filled with the carefreeness and sweetness between the young lovers in their first love, so much so that Mingzhu was directly ignored.

Mingzhu knew what was going on, and when she saw the two of them flirting with each other, she ran away immediately.

There are no words at the moment.

After careful and rapid rectification by all the workers, the old floors, plaster on the walls, and suspended ceilings on the first and second floors were all successfully removed.

Including the old wiring in the entire building, all have been renovated. Even the lights in the entire building were quickly replaced with environmentally friendly, bright and top-grade lighting.

Next, it was time to lay the floor, paint the walls, and make furniture. As for the suspended ceiling, Jiang Shaotian didn't want to hang it anymore, so he just painted it white.

This is simple and convenient, not depressing, and most importantly, saves some tedious things.

On Monday morning, when the decoration team hired by Chen Tingwei came to Tiandao Medical Center to decorate, Jiang Shaotian had already driven his sister to the hospital to work.

"Brother, why don't you renovate the third floor and just change the light bulbs?"

In the car, Mingzhu asked puzzledly.

She had been thinking about this problem for two days and two nights, but she still couldn't figure it out.

Just because she was too busy this weekend, she had been holding back and not asking. She came to work today and finally found the opportunity to ask.

"Well, I want to keep it authentic so that we don't forget our roots. There is a saying that when you are drinking water, you must not forget the man who dug the well... Sister, what do you think?"

Jiang Shaotian said with a faint smile, and then drove into the parking space dedicated to employees of the First Affiliated Hospital.

In fact, he couldn't let go of his thoughts.

If the third floor is also destroyed, where will he vent his longing for this home and his parents?

The study room and bedroom on the third floor were originally designed by my parents. Now that they are gone, I will not destroy the third floor and redecorate it under any circumstances.

"Don't forget the man who dug the well when you are drinking water. Don't forget your roots as a person. You must keep your original intention in mind... I understand. You want to inherit the family tradition and medical ethics of your ancestors. Hehe, brother, I support you."

Mingzhu recited these words carefully and repeatedly, grinning happily.

"The girl has grown up and is much more sensible. If she works hard to learn acupuncture, it will be even better."

Jiang Shaotian parked the car and said insinuatingly.

"I know you want me to study medicine... Actually, you don't need to tell me, I have decided to study medicine, but let me explain first, I only study acupuncture."

Mingzhu unbuckled her seat belt and pouted.

You know, when she made this decision, she struggled in her heart for a long time.

"Okay! I will teach you! With your intelligence, I guarantee that you will learn better than me. When the hospital reopens, you can sit at home and don't have to go to work!"

This is what Jiang Shaotian was thinking in his mind. After his sister learned acupuncture, she would stay at home at the medical clinic on weekdays, while he would sit at home during holidays. In this way, it would be much more convenient for some patients to come for treatment, and it would also help more people in need.

Helping patients.

"Brother, have you been planning this in your mind for a long time?"

After Mingzhu got out of the car, she suddenly realized the truth.

"Really? I didn't say anything! This is all of your own free will, hehe!"

Jiang Shaotian scratched his head, locked the car, and walked side by side to the outpatient hall with his sister.

I don’t know how many times I have walked this road, but the feeling is different every time I walk on it.

"Director Jiang, you came just in time!"

Unexpectedly, this morning Dean Xu was standing in the middle of the outpatient hall chatting with a few key members. When he saw him coming, he immediately greeted him warmly.

"Dean Xu, morning!"

The brother and sister shouted in unison.

"Oh, morning!"

Dean Xu smiled at Mingzhu and said to Jiang Shaotian: "Come here, I didn't get through to your phone yesterday. What were you doing?"

Mingzhu smiled and went to work. As a temporary worker, she had no right to know about the matters between the deans. Even if her brother became the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, she would never inquire about the hospital.

things inside.

"Dean Xu, I was busy decorating my home for two days and one night, and it was only finished at eight o'clock last night."

Jiang Shaotian doesn't play with mobile phones very much. When the family is together, he won't touch his mobile phone or even carry it with him.

"You are now the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. You are no longer the student or intern you were before. You still have to carry your mobile phone with you. If there is an emergency in the hospital, wouldn't it..."

Dean Xu said earnestly, and even if he didn't say it out loud, Jiang Shaotian knew it well.

"Dean Xu, I know, there will be no next time." Jiang Shaotian said seriously.

He was indeed negligent in this matter. It seems that when he is at home during holidays, his mobile phone must be on call 24 hours a day.

"Well, come upstairs with me, we have prepared a big surprise for you."

Dean Xu patted his shoulder and walked towards the escalator. The other members of the team dispersed, except for Jiang Shaotian who quickly followed.

The two of them walked up the escalator, one behind the other, and soon reached the third floor, the lobby of the "Traditional Chinese Medicine Center" on the east side of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The outpatient department has five floors. The clinics on the third and fourth floors are divided into east and south sides.

To the east is the clinic of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and to the south is the clinic of the Department of Western Medicine.

"Look what this is?"

As soon as he entered the antique hall of the "Chinese Medical Clinic" on the east side, Dean Xu excitedly pulled Jiang Shaotian to the door of a clinic on the right and said.

"Huh? This is...my consulting room?"

Jiang Shaotian looked up and saw a sign with the words "Room 301, General Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine" hanging next to the vermilion wooden door.

"Yes, it is your exclusive clinic. As for the word 'famous expert', it needs to be assessed. You understand that this routine and procedure need to be done slowly."

Dean Xu opened the door and motioned for him to come in.

"I understand. I don't care about this false reputation. I study medicine to treat illnesses and save people, not to gain a false reputation or make money." Jiang Shaotian stepped in and said.

The 25-square-meter-wide consulting room has bright and clean windows. Under the glass window is the sink, with a pot of pothos and hand soap on it, and a dry towel hanging on one side.

In the center, against the wall, is a large mahogany table with computers, documents, folders, pen holders and other items on it.

There is a large carved wooden chair on each side of the table, and two cylindrical wooden stools next to it. A rectangular cork table is placed on the wall of the door, which is convenient for patients to sit and rest.

"You can move the green radish out. Everything else is in line with my aesthetics." Jiang Shaotian looked around and said.

"You have the final say about your clinic. By the way, yours is a general clinic. You need to make an appointment in advance to see a doctor, and there are only clinics on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. As for the time of the clinic every day, you decide."

Dean Xu walked to the table and said in a consultative tone.

He is now the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He cannot sit here eight hours a day to treat people. Moreover, it would be a waste of resources to seek treatment from him for ordinary minor problems.

There is no need to come to him for serious problems. Dean Xu believes that Jiang Shaotian should focus on difficult and rare diseases.

"Dean Xu, will it be open to the public tomorrow?"

Jiang Shaotian thought for a while and asked, this time is really hard to grasp.

"Next Monday, don't you have to give a few classes to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine this week? There's also the topic of the God of Quitting Smoking!"

"Okay, I'll take care of the things at hand first! I have a lot of housework this week... Once this clinic is opened, I must take on the responsibility of 'general practice', as well as how to make appointments, register, and

Registration fees, etc., should all be considered as appropriate.”

"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements. I'll first instruct the publicity department to release the news, and the appointment time will start from next Monday!

The future of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine rests with Director Jiang!"

Dean Xu held his hand tightly and said with a serious expression.

"It's not hard work. Besides, it's my bounden duty to not forget the well diggers when it comes to water. It's my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded. I will definitely live up to Dean Xu's support and expectations!" Jiang Shaotian said in a sincere tone.

All this happened so suddenly. He never thought that one day he would be so lucky to receive the immortal medical skills of Taoist Zhenlong and inherit the thousand-year inheritance of the medical saint.

"Hello, is there a doctor here to treat you? What kind of general clinic is this? Can you treat cancer?" A pale voice sounded at the door.
To be continued...