"The patient was already full of enthusiasm, but when he met a half-baked Chinese medicine doctor, he was deeply hurt. Not to mention his sadness, he might even hate Chinese medicine from now on."

Sun Qiubai interrupted, "Mr. Guo said it well. If Chinese medicine wants to change the status quo, it must first change itself. It must have an effective way to accurately measure the level of Chinese medicine practitioners and give patients a more intuitive understanding of doctors."

"Some Chinese medicine practitioners are famous, but they are like some masters rumored on the Internet. They are famous for their masters and masters. They are beaten down by a punch when they go on stage. They are speechless."

Guo Wenyuan nodded and said, "Xiao Han just said it well. The road must be taken step by step. At this stage, Chinese medicine practitioners must not be too ambitious. They must first be good at themselves and be down-to-earth in order to promote Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is not what they say verbally, but what they need to do."

Sun Qiubai said: "Senior Fang has a good idea, and the Jiang Intermediate People's Court also has a foundation, so you can go first. If the Jiang Intermediate People's Court makes achievements, our Fengzhou Province can follow closely."

"Thank you senior." Fang Han thanked.

"Senior Brother Fang has a good idea and is not too ambitious, which is very good."

Sun Qiubai is now appreciating Fang Han more and more.

Fang Han's level is second, and the most important thing is his personality.

Fang Han is only 26 years old this year and has graduated less than two years ago. In terms of level and fame, it is no longer inferior to some deputy heights. At a young age, if Fang Han achieves such achievements, if someone else has changed, his tail may have been rising to the sky long ago.

Maybe I don’t know who I am anymore, and I think I am the savior of traditional Chinese medicine.

But Sun Qiubai did not see arrogance in Fang Han, but instead saw peace and humility.

Even Fang Han’s thoughts just now were not intended to say in front of him, but just planned to discuss them privately with Guo Wenyuan, which was not something that most people could do.

If others don’t say it, just say Guan Baocheng.

Guan Baocheng has a level, and may have such a great reputation, which was also praised in his early years.

"You are not bad, Xiaosun."

Guo Wenyuan smiled and said, "I heard that after you arrived in Fengzhou, some of the policies you implemented were very good."

Sun Qiubai is a student of Feng Kaiyang. He is currently the director of the Fengzhou Provincial Health Bureau and the deputy director of the Health Department. He has great power in the Fengzhou Provincial Health Department and has introduced some very good policies. Fang Han has also heard of them.

"Mr. Guo, you are acclaimer."

Sun Qiubai smiled and said, "I have always believed that traditional Chinese medicine should not compare, compete with Western medicine, and care about the number of Western medicine practitioners, the number of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, the number of Western medicine hospitals, and the number of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which is meaningless."

"Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are two completely different medical systems. If you use the army as an example, traditional Chinese medicine should take the elite military route. As Mr. Guo said just now, traditional Chinese medicine people have high personal requirements and large individual differences. Therefore, we have to face reality and follow the elite military route. If there are more national players like you and your teachers, that is the blessing of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Elite route?"

Fang Han's eyes lit up: "Senior Sun, your thoughts are the same as what I just said."

“That’s right.”

Sun Qiubai smiled and said, "Senior Brother Fang, you just said that the medical team is equipped with a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, mainly Western medicine, and specializes in traditional Chinese medicine. Isn't it the elite military route?"

Fang Han was stunned. Sun Qiubai's statement was similar to the concepts of mages and warriors in some fantasy novels.

Warriors are easy to train, with the number of people being the best, the mage requirements are high and the number is sparse. However, as long as the positioning is appropriate, it can play a greater role than the warrior.

Of course, in reality, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine cannot be completely compared, but that's about the same meaning.

Take Western medical surgery as an example. A liver surgery requires at least three or four surgeons to cooperate, several nurses to help, and a medical team to do their best for three or four hours.

But if this patient can be cured with traditional Chinese medicine, a master of national medicine like Guo Wenyuan will definitely be more efficient than that of several medical teams.

Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, they all aim to cure diseases and save people. They have the same idea, so how can they distinguish them?

Fang Han had lunch at Guo Wenyuan's house and then said goodbye. Sun Qiubai and Fang Han said goodbye together.

Before leaving, Sun Qiubai smiled and invited Fang Han: "Senior Brother Fang, you can come to our Fengzhou for a walk if you have time. Fengzhou Provincial Hospital has long wanted to invite you."

"I'll go if I have time."

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have heard about Senior Sun's things in Fengzhou for a long time, and I have long wanted to go and see them."

"Okay, if Junior Fang can come, I will definitely treat you well."

The two of them politely asked each other and said goodbye. Sun Qiubai was very busy, but he took the time to come to see Guo Wenyuan and would return to Fengzhou in the afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Sun Qiubai, Fang Han drove Wuling back to Penghua Village.

Penghua Village is becoming less popular now. The last relocation time limited to the above is the end of the month, and it is now a few days away from the end of the month.

Wuling stopped at the door, Fang Han entered, and the old man sat alone in the yard reading a book.

There were no people in the village, and the chess and card rooms were closed. The old man didn't sit at the door with a small stool and watched the people coming and going. He just lay on his recliner, read books, and drink tea.

"Come back?"

Seeing Fang Han come in, the old man put down the book and sat up with a smile.

"Um."

Fang Han took a small stool and sat down next to the old man.

"Card for you."

The old man handed Fang Han's card to Fang Han: "I used 3.5 million yuan, I left a little for you."

Fang Han didn't ask much, took the card and put it in.

"I have agreed with Xiao Guan that our family will pay 6 million this time, accounting for 35%." The old man took the initiative to explain to Fang Han.

"Well, you can do it all the time." Fang Han nodded.

35% of the family is also a good deal. The entire clinic will cost about 270 million to buy shops and decorate them. If 35% of the food is at least 80 million or more.

"Six million, I will never dare to think about it in my life."

The old man smiled and said, "As these days, money is becoming less and less valuable. I still remember when I was young, if anyone had tens of thousands of yuan, they would be rich people in a radius of dozens of miles, and tens of thousands of yuan."

"You were old and TV was a rare thing."

"Yes, the change is too fast." The old man nodded, sighing a little.

"You always do the matters in the clinic, don't be too tired, you are almost seventy years old."

The Fang family has a single lineage. The old man is a son who was twenty years old, and Comrade Fang is Fang Han who is twenty-three years old. The old man is sixty-nine this year.

"It's rare for a person to reach seventy years old, and he can live and earn a year."

The old man was also open-minded and said with a smile: "I have been dealing with the medicine cabinet all my life. I really have to be idle, but I don't know what to do."

The grandfather and grandson were talking when Peng Donghai brought in two bottles of good wine and two good cigarettes at the door.

"Xiao Han just came back?"

"Well, I just got home, Brother Peng will take a seat."

Fang Han hurriedly brought a stool for Peng Donghai.

"It's all neighbors, I can do it myself."

Peng Donghai sat down on the stool, put the things next to him, and smiled and said, "My friend gave me something, and I happened to deliver it to the old man. I know that the old man is good at this."

"Send cigarettes and wine, Brother Peng, what you gave me is not a good thing." Fang Han joked.

"Why isn't it a good thing?"

The old man smiled and said, "Haizi still understands me, I haven't brought this kid to me once."

Fang Han smiled bitterly. He didn't smoke or drink, nor did he bring it to the old man. However, the old man never stopped smoking or drinking. Or it was given to some patients. Lin Xintong and Zhao Manni would also bring it to the past two years.

Fang Han couldn't persuade the old man to do this old smoke gun.

Sometimes, the more you understand the truth, the harder you are to persuade.

The old man himself is a doctor and understands everything. He doesn't listen to the great principles you are talking about.

"Have the matter of Brother Peng finished?" Fang Han asked Peng Donghai.

The two families are neighbors and have a good relationship, but this is not a festival. Peng Donghai should have sent cigarettes and wine last time.

"The negotiation was completed, my business was a trivial matter for Mr. Zhang."

Peng Donghai nodded with a smile.

His company is a small company, and compared to Binjiang Group, it is simply a hair on the body of a bull.

Fang Han asked, but he wouldn't ask more questions. Peng Donghai is a smart person. If he can catch Zhang Xiaoquan's line, it's really a blessing. As long as Peng Donghai doesn't commit suicide, Binjiang Group will be in one day, and Peng Donghai will not have to worry about this life.

Their fingers are slightly leaking, which is enough for Peng Donghai to eat.

"Grandpa Fang, Xiaohan, I heard that you are going to open a new clinic. I still have some money here?"

Peng Donghai took out a card.

"Haizi, you have the intention, everything is done, no need, I will get the intention." The old man smiled and pushed the card back.

"When will you need it, Grandpa Fang, please speak."

Peng Donghai was a little upset. He was busy with his own affairs these two days, and this matter was delayed.

He had already prepared and planned to find a suitable opportunity, but he didn't expect to be one step late.

.........

Tong Xiaobochu left Tang Yuquan's home dejectedly.

The more I thought about it along the way, the more angry I became.
To be continued...