"Old Jiang, how many patients did Doctor Ding see today? Have you counted? "
An old Chinese Medicine doctor surnamed Gu suddenly interrupted their chatter and asked.
"What? Do you want to compete with him? Forget it, I won't say it out to discourage you. "
Executive Jiang said with a smile.
"There is nothing to discourage me. Doctor Ding's diagnosis and treatment speed is by no means comparable to ours. I listened to his diagnosis and treatment of patients, and I felt that it was very beneficial."
The old Chinese Medicine doctor surnamed Gu did not care and said self-deprecatingly, "I am ashamed of my inferiority to Doctor Ding's medical skills."
"Me too. When I see a patient, I have to listen to Dr. Little Ding's analysis and judgment. I can't wait to leave the patient at hand and sit aside to listen. This is a kind of promotion for me."
The old Chinese Medicine doctor surnamed Chen stroked his gray beard and said sincerely.
"I also have this impulse, but I am too far away to hear it clearly."
"Come on, don't show off. I am the farthest away from Doctor Ding, and I can't hear anything at all. I am so depressed."
"Alas, the pavilion closest to the water enjoys moonlight first. I am too far away to see the bustle over there, but I can't hear anything. What a great loss."
…
A group of TCM masters joked with each other, but they did not put on airs at all, and did not hide their desire to learn something from Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was amused and moved at the same time. These old men were all real national physicians of noble character. Today, they not only did not mind that he stole the limelight, but also silently and willingly played a supporting role to set him off. This kind of deep affection and love made him feel flattered and uneasy.
He immediately poured three glasses of liquor, stood up and picked up the glasses. "Old men, I am young and inconsiderate. If I have offended you today, please don't mind. In order to express my apology, I punish myself by drinking three glasses of liquor. Bottoms up first."
After that, he raised his head and drank three glasses in a row.
"Well, Doctor Ding has a great capacity. I have to drink with him no matter what!"
"You have to drink with him. Doctor Ding has drunk three glasses of liquor in one breath. It is not reasonable if he doesn't drink with him."
"You can drink with him, but I won't. I will drink with Doctor Ding alone later."
"Bah, you old thing, you are so cunning. You have to drink with him no matter what. It's different if you drink with Doctor Little Ding alone."
"That's right. Don't slack off and make us despise you."
"F * ck … Isn't it just drinking? Let's drink then, who's afraid of who? "
…
After three rounds of drinking, Ding Ning was fine, but those old doctors of traditional Chinese medicine drank too much.
They no longer had the demeanor of a National Healer. They rolled up their sleeves and glared at each other, haggling over who drank more and who drank less. They argued until their faces were red and their necks were thick. They were on the verge of fighting each other.
Contrary to his usual sage-like image, Mr. Jiang stepped on the chair with one foot and quarreled with a guy who ran away from the liquor like a hooligan. He said that the guy was cheating and drank a few cups less than them.
No one knew where that skinny figure got such an abundance of energy. His loud and clear shout was deafening in the private room, making people not know whether to laugh or cry.
The most shocking thing was that no one was surprised by Mr. Jiang's behavior. It seemed that they had been used to it, and they even fanned the flames on the side.
After a few more rounds of wine, Mr. Jiang was like a child, jumping, laughing, and crying.
Everyone was also drunk and revealed their true colors. Some were snoring on the table, some were learning how to swim on the ground, some were hugging the table legs and calling for their wives, some were leaning against the wall and giggling … There was even a funny one who actually did a belly dance in front of everyone.
Executive Jiang put his arm around Ding Ning's shoulder in a drunken state, winked, and said, "How about it? Are you scared? This is the true colors of these old guys. Although they are usually pretentious, in fact, they are not good at drinking. Once they drink too much, they will be crazy."
"They are all real people!"
Ding Ning did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he praised against his will. "But these old men are really cute!"
Wen Rourou pursed her lips and snickered on the side. Although she had seen many drunk people, she had never seen a group of old men get drunk together like this.
"Alas! They are suffering in their hearts. The decline of traditional Chinese medicine is the pain in each of their hearts. Today, they see the hope of the revival of traditional Chinese medicine from you, so they all let go of themselves. "
Executive Jiang was drunk, and he patted Ding Ning's shoulder meaningfully.
Ding Ning stood there in a daze, and Executive Jiang's words echoed in his mind.
In the past, he liked to be a doctor because he liked the pleasure and the sense of achievement of saving lives from the hands of death. The revival of traditional medicine was just a matter of convenience, and he did not take it seriously, so his style of doing things was full of randomness.
In his heart, he yearned for freedom and randomness, and he actually had no passion for the revival of traditional Chinese medicine.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulder, and a strong sense of mission made his blood gradually begin to boil.
Not to mention the national righteousness or the benevolence of doctors, but for these old men who loved him, believed in him, and had high hopes for him, he could not stand by and let them down.
The revival of traditional Chinese medicine could not only rely on one person. More people must participate in it, learn traditional Chinese medicine, know traditional Chinese medicine, advocate traditional Chinese medicine, and promote traditional Chinese medicine. Only in this way could traditional Chinese medicine reappear in front of the world and let the whole world know that traditional Chinese medicine was a subject with magical functions that people spent their lives exploring and learning, instead of the so-called pseudoscience that some people said.
An idea emerged in his mind and lingered. He wanted to use what he had learned to gather the strengths of other schools to compile new teaching materials of traditional Chinese medicine.
With the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine Anaesthesia as the foundation, he would constantly add new knowledge to the students, and finally let traditional Chinese medicine enter thousands of households, so that every citizen could recognize traditional Chinese medicine, accept it, and even be proud of it.
Sooner or later, he believed that traditional Chinese medicine would be recognized by everyone in the world and stand on the top of the world.
Just when the old men were drunk, in the courtyard of the Bai Family, the family head, Bai Yuan, was sitting on the main seat and asked solemnly, "What do you think after today's contact?"
"Grandpa, you're really insightful. Yuan-er has observed for a whole day today, and that little miracle doctor really lives up to his reputation. His efficiency is amazing, and he has treated a total of 273 patients without any misdiagnosis. Even the hidden injuries that Yuan-er suffered from practicing martial arts were cured easily."
Bai Yuan said with a respectful expression.
"It seems that the matter of Old Man Su being saved by the little miracle doctor and regaining his youth is confirmed without a doubt."
Bai Juran's eyes flickered, and he ordered, "Find a way to make friends with that little miracle doctor. It's best to recruit him into our Bai Family. Although the old man is still in good health, it's always better to be prepared."
Bai Yuan asked in puzzlement, "Grandpa, isn't that little miracle doctor close to Brother Qing? Why do I have to do this? Isn't it better for Brother Qing to do it? "
"What do you know!"
Bai Yuan reprimanded angrily. He rubbed his temple and waved his hand, "You can leave, and do as I say."
"Yes, Yuan-er will take his leave!"
Bai Yuan bowed respectfully and took his leave. His eyes were filled with depression. Although he admired Ding Ning's medical skills, it was only medical skills. He was still unwilling to lower himself and deliberately befriend him.
Bai Yuan looked at his departing back, and a hint of anticipation flashed across his eyes. He muttered softly, "No matter how outstanding Bai Qing is, he's still not part of our bloodline. Yuan-er, you're the most outstanding descendant of my bloodline. Don't disappoint me."
Bai Yuan sighed faintly. Thinking of Bai Qing's impressive achievements since he took charge of the family business, a look of distress flashed across Bai Yuan's face. Bai Yuan was already very outstanding, but compared to Bai Qing, the difference was not just a little.
Although the old man had not appointed anyone as the future successor of the family head, with his exclusive love for Bai Qing, how could he not know the old man's preference?
He only hoped that Bai Yuan could work hard this time and regain some of his impression in front of the old man. If Bai Yuan could successfully recruit Ding Ning and extend the old man's lifespan, perhaps the old man would change his decision.
After all, for someone like the old man who had lived for a long time, other than life and death, there was nothing important. Only something like extending his lifespan could change his original intention.
The same thing was happening in the Qiao Residence and the Guan Residence. Everyone had their own selfish motives. After tasting the power of the family, no one wanted to hand over the power to someone from another bloodline, even if it was their own brother.
That meant that the power would fall to someone else. If the bloodline in power had a successor, their bloodline would gradually decline with the passage of time and become a branch bloodline. Therefore, they had to fight, and they had to fight.
Regardless of whether it was Bai Yuan, Qiao Zijun, or Guan Han, they were undoubtedly the most outstanding among the direct bloodline of the current family head of their family.
Imperceptibly, Ding Ning became a key figure in the succession battle of the three aristocratic families. Whoever could recruit Ding Ning into the family to extend the old man's lifespan would inevitably win the old man's favor, and the hope of inheriting the throne would be greatly increased.
In this regard, Bai Qing, who received the news, just smiled indifferently and sneered in his heart, "Bai Qing, this time your wishful thinking is wrong. Even I, Bai Qing, can only be friends with Ding Ning and dare not mention recruiting him, not to mention Bai Yuan. It seems that you have been the head of the aristocratic family for too long and think too highly of yourself."
Ding Ning did not know that he had inadvertently been involved in the power battle of the aristocratic families. After sending a group of drunk old doctors of traditional Chinese medicine home one by one and confirming that they were safe, he dragged his tired body back to the hotel.
What gave him a headache was that it was already late. Wen Rourou was unwilling to go home and wanted to live in the hotel with him.
In fact, it was not a big deal for them to live in the hotel together, but Wen Rourou was Xiao Nuo's best friend after all. Ding Ning was worried that if she found that Yagyuu Asamayu wanted to sleep with him in the same bed every night, there would be some unnecessary waves.
But Wen Rourou begged him pitifully, saying that she was too tired and did not want to go home, so Ding Ning could only bite the bullet and agree.
In order to avoid misunderstandings, Ding Ning simply booked another room and arranged for Wen Rourou to live there.
To his surprise, Yagyuu Asamayu took the initiative to ask to live with Wen Rourou, which made Ding Ning feel that Yagyuu Asamayu seemed to have changed a lot and did not pester him as before, which made him feel both gratified and somewhat inexplicably disappointed.
After washing up, when Ding Ning was about to practice, the door was suddenly knocked lightly.
Ding Ning was both surprised and happy. He was surprised that Money Bag was so bold and sneaked into his room in the middle of the night. What if Wen Rourou found it?
He was happy that Money Bag was still as attached to him as before and could not fall asleep without hugging him every night. In fact, he had subconsciously been used to sleeping with her and was also infatuated with the feeling of her dependence on him.
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