After looking at the materials sent by He Yang for a while, Wang Zhi rubbed his temples with fluctuations, thinking about whether to give a reform to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

In fact, in Wang Zhi's thoughts, the current educational model of the Chinese Medicine College is completely misleading people's children. Simply teaching some theoretical things in the classroom is a waste of time and has no use at all.

Different from Western medicine, Western medicine must pay attention to a clinical experience, not to mention traditional Chinese medicine, the practicality of traditional Chinese medicine is much better than that of Western medicine.

Just talking about Yin, Yang, Five Elements, etc. in class, students are just right and wrong. Even some students who pass the exam have only memorized some theories and understand less than one ten thousand at all.

He graduated from this school himself and was extremely clear about the current situation of the school.

However, this reform cannot be changed by reform. Now, he, a powerless boy, has become the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, has made many people dissatisfied. Lin Qiwei has helped him a lot. If he had just started reforming, it would be a bit too much. Even if he had to change, he had to do it step by step. Don't be too hasty.

Since this method doesn't work, I can only ask Jiang Yuanhua for help. As a famous Chinese medicine master in Jiangnan Province, Jiang Yuanhua should have some good disciples. If he could poach these people, the things now would be much easier.

After sitting in the office for a while, Wang Zhi thought about it again and again, and finally called Jiang Yuanhua.

Jiang Yuanhua was not surprised at all when he received Wang Zhi's call. As soon as he answered, he smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, have you encountered any trouble?"

"You are indeed Zhuge's rebirth. You are just as expected. You are not asking for help from you." Wang Zhi first flattered him and slapped him over.

"Ha, now I know this director is not easy to be. Otherwise, I will give you a department director to do it." Jiang Yuanhua said gloatingly.

"Forget it, you are well-informed, but you know more than I do. Please always help with this matter." Wang Zhi said helplessly. He knew from Jiang Yuanhua's tone that this old guy had known Lin Qiwei's actions long ago.

"Hey! This matter is really difficult to deal with. I have a few unscrupulous disciples, but now I change careers, and those who haven't changed careers have made a name for themselves. I guess they won't come here." Jiang Yuanhua sighed.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of traditional Chinese medicine and even more lacks traditional Chinese medicine teachers. Many teachers from many traditional Chinese medicine colleges are from Western medicine. They only earn a salary in school. Just like He Yang, this guy doesn’t know much about traditional Chinese medicine at all, but he actually became the principal of the traditional Chinese medicine college, which is considered to be a way to be considered a way.

"How about this, I'll give you a call. If you go and ask this person, there may be a way." Jiang Yuanhua hesitated for a moment.

"Who are you? Tell me," Wang Zhi asked.

"This person is Xin Shaodong, and he is the president of the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. He has several traditional Chinese medicine teachers in his hands. If he is willing to help, your business will be done." Jiang Yuanhua said.

"Okay, I'll try it." Wang Zhi was polite, remembered the phone number, hung up the phone, and kept thinking about Xin Shaodong's name in his heart, and always felt it sounded a little familiar.

After thinking for a long time, he still had no idea. Wang Zhi had to put this matter aside for the time being and decided to go home first in the evening. Grandpa Wang Yizhi has been practicing medicine for many years and has also accepted several disciples. He wanted to ask if there is any suitable candidate.

Just when Wang Zhi was having a headache about the teacher at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government, and the Provincial Party Committee No. 1 Wenhai's office, Secretary Liang Qiuming gently handed a document to Wenhai. Looking at Wenhai's face, he said softly: "Secretary Wen, Mayor Lin of Jianghuai City sent a strange report a few days ago, which was about responding to the central government's call to strengthen traditional medicine. I think this report is a bit unruly, so I temporarily suppressed it and investigated it privately. As a result, I got the news today that Mayor Lin has started to implement it."

"Oh! Isn't Governor Wei always responsible for this matter? How can I report it back to you?" Wen Hai put down the newspaper he was reading and asked in confusion.

"Isn't that the Vice President Wei got sick some time ago? The people below didn't pay attention, so..." Liang Qiuming said carefully.

"Then tell me what the report is."

Wen Hai leaned gently on the back of the chair behind him and said, "He has been with him for seven or eight years." He has been following him since he was the mayor. Now he has been the secretary of the provincial party committee but has never changed. He is quite good, so Wen Hai often asks Liang Qiuming for his opinions.

"I can't say anything about this, you'd better see it yourself."

Liang Qiuming scratched his head and said with a silly smile.

Seeing Liang Qiuming's expression, Wen Hai knew that there shouldn't be much cheating in this report. Something inside touched Liang Qiuming's interests, and Liang Qiuming was a little unhappy.

Wen Hai is quite good, especially when he treats his own people, he has nothing to say. The people below have some of their own small circles, which is understandable, as long as you don’t go too far.

Since Liang Qiuming was hard to say, Wen Hai didn't force him, and gently picked up the documents in front of him and started reading them.

The things in the document are nothing more than Lin Qiwei’s new idea about the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is similar to what he told Wang Zhi. Logically speaking, as the mayor of a city, Lin Qiwei is doing a pilot project in his own jurisdiction. There is no need to be serious about such a small matter. Lin Qiwei himself did not take this matter seriously, but just reported it according to the procedures.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Lin Qiwei is in Jianghuai. As long as the Lin family is alive, not talking about the entire Jiangnan, no one dares to provoke Lin Qiwei's majesty in Jianghuai alone. Although Lin Qiwei knew that his actions this time had touched the interests of some people, he did not take it seriously because of the central government's call and provincial documents.

He didn't take it seriously, but someone was angry. Seeing the duck he got flew away, why did it make people feel relieved? Since I can't eat it, it's always okay to cause some trouble for you.

There are many people who have this idea, but not many have this ability. However, Liang Qiusheng, the Minister of Organization Department, is one of these few people. His brother Liang Qiuming is the secretary of Wen Hai of the Provincial Party Committee No. 1. It is always okay to be a wicked mouth. Therefore, Liang Qiusheng told Liang Qiuming about this matter after he returned home. Liang Qiuming naturally had to ignore his younger brother's affairs, which led to the current scene.

"This idea is a bit ahead of the curve, but it's not bad. It's good to let Kobayashi try it."

Wen Hai said with a smile, this was a disguised comfort Liang Qiuming. Since he couldn't help, he couldn't make people feel disappointed.

"This report is feasible, but as far as I know, Mayor Lin came up with this idea to repay kindness." Liang Qiuming hesitated for a moment and said carefully.

"How do you say this in order to repay your kindness?"

Wen Hai frowned and asked in confusion, how did this new attempt be linked to repaying kindness?

"That's how it is."

Then, Liang Qiuming saved Mr. Lin, and then said how young and lacked qualifications, and finally said: "Wang Zhi is only twenty-three years old now. Mayor Lin actually arranged for him to be the president of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This is not a pilot project. It simply takes thousands of teachers and students seriously. No wonder Chinese medicine is slowly declining now. If this phenomenon continues, it will be a mess."

After listening to Liang Qiusheng's words, Wen Hai's face was also a little unhappy. He knew that there must be some water in Liang Qiuming's words, but Lin Qiwei's approach was indeed a bit too much. Wen Hai had a lot of prejudice against Lin Qiwei, and now he was even more angry. He immediately slapped the table and shouted sternly: "It's simply playing the piano randomly. This is the way our party members do things, it's simply unorganized and undisciplined."

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