Old Man Luo looked at me and Luo Shaoqian on the other side angrily, and the legendary beard blowing glare was just like this: "My Luo family has dedicated everything to Yasheng, for so many years, three generations have paid a huge price for this, how can they be defeated in the hands of your unfilial descendants! You go back for me! I will go back immediately tomorrow! I can't compromise on any of their demands!!"

It is tragic that a gray-haired old man is still struggling desperately for his life's ideals at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Maybe I can understand this tragedy, from Luo Shaoqian's mouth to know, Yasheng was born in the ashes of artillery fire, poor, waste to be rebuilt, at that time the Luo family grandfather may only be in his 20s, a group of people with lofty ideals with the idea of revitalizing Chinese medicine, changing my poor and weak situation, so that a top medical institution rose from the ground, and in more than 60 years of ups and downs, standing tall and more brilliant.

If this is a history question, or a reading comprehension question, I would say: the protagonist has a strong sense of patriotism, selfless dedication, and dedication, which makes people feel admired.

However, the reality is often very bloody, not all good beginnings will have good ends, and some that are born in history will eventually be annihilated in the torrent of history, for example, this once private, but now has to be classified as a public medical school.

"What the hell are you holding onto. "I asked him in particular puzzlement, if he insisted on the development of medical education, then it didn't matter whether it was public or private, and if he insisted on running a private school, then they should have taken this into account when Yasheng returned to the medical school of University A, instead of accusing Luo Shaoqian at this moment, he just took the last step.

"You won't understand!" Old Man Luo didn't want to explain to me at all, and along with his disappointed and angry emotions, it was the screeching sound of the crutches hitting the ground again and again.

Luo Shaoqian stood up from the stool, his slender fingers in the pockets of his pajama pants, he paced to Old Man Luo's side, and only said: "Grandpa, the initiative has long been handed over, and it is pointless to insist now, think more about the students." Then he went into the bedroom, sat down on a chair by the window, picked up his teacup, and never came out again.

Old Man Luo didn't speak, but his complexion became worse and worse, and the corners of his mouth shook unconsciously, making his beard tremble.

"You have to admit that with the strength of the Luo family alone, the medical school will not be able to develop any further. I didn't look at him, just muttered something in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, although the old man Luo was old, his hearing was very sensitive: "How can I admit it? Why can't I develop?" The old man stood up excitedly, holding a cane and gesturing for a while, "More than 60 years ago, there were only a few school buildings, a few students, and a few teachers, but the medical talents cultivated could top half the sky of clinical medicine and medical management talents. Now there are 100 teachers, 1,000 girls' school buildings, and 10,000 students, why can't it work?!"

"Then tell me, why Yasheng was merged into A University back then? Isn't it because it can be supported by state funds? You also understand that it is impossible to maintain the operation of the school by social donations alone!"

"That's cooperation! Not annexation! They want fame, I want profit!" Old man Luo was so anxious that his teeth were itching.

"Don't you know that public schools are so cheating now?!Even elementary schools are like this!" Old Man Luo is still in his mind, thinking that Yasheng can be left alone, although it is not clear that there are various agreements and agreements between Yasheng and A University, but I can guarantee that their purpose is by no means to start from the students, which can be seen from the difficulty of Wen Tutu's schooling.

"Then ......" Old Man Luo wanted to pick up my words, but what I had to say was not finished yet.

"You've been thinking about students all your life, so have you thought about Luo Shaoqian?" I pointed to the lone figure in the bedroom, "He has a talent for studying medicine, but I don't know if this talent you let him learn or if it's innate, but you still succeeded in making him take an infinite interest in medicine, but his ambition is not to be the dean of the medical school, but to be a good surgeon." Previously, he gave up his ideals and did what you want him to do, but now, the tide of reform is unstoppable, Yasheng's public system is just a change between the day and night, and the medical school is now broken in funds, and in the case of not being able to find a successor, he can only hope that the country will carry the gap of 120 million, even if it only ensures that this batch of students completes the established tasks, it can be regarded as sending the Buddha to the West. ”