Watching Teng Xiangling, Su Qingwu and Yan Minghua sitting on the sofa and holding a pillow watching the third-rate Korean dramas on TV, Yan Murong felt that this combination was really a little strange.

Yan Minghua is a sister-in-law, which is nothing, the key is that the other two women can sit together and watch TV, which is a bit unusual.

"I heard that you hit a star today?" Su Qingwu suddenly tilted her head, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"How do you know?" Yan Murong was a little surprised, nodded, and said. "It's said that she's still a little diva."

"I know." Su Qingwu nodded. "Thanks to what you can do."

"There's nothing you can't do." Yan Murong smiled. "I'm a straightforward person, I scold if I can't get used to it, and I do it when I'm not happy when I'm done scolding, so that the problem can be solved quickly."

"Pretty cool, huh?" Yan Minghua interjected and asked with a smile. "I've heard of that little star, it's been quite red lately, that little face, I want to take a bite when I look at it. What do you think? How does it feel? ”

"Feel?" Yan Murong smiled dumbly. "Don't say it, it looks good, it's actually a synthetic product, and I haven't slapped it a few times, and my nose and chin are crooked to the side."

As he spoke, Yan Murong changed the topic, looked at Teng Xiangling and asked. "How's the hospital doing?"

"It's good." Teng Xiangling stared at the TV with both eyes, and said without turning his head. "It's basically on the right track, and the development of TCM is also good, and now many citizens will choose to be treated in TCM."

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded and said. "I have an idea, tomorrow you will discuss with Zhong Lao and Hua Cuo to see if you can do it."

"What thoughts?" Teng Xiangling turned his head and asked curiously.

"Recently, the intern from Yenching University of Chinese Medicine has arrived, right?" Yan Murong said. "I think we can recruit interns across the country and train TCM physicians ourselves, how about it?"

"Nationwide recruitment of interns?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong in surprise. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "You see, whether it is Hua Cuo or Zhong Lao, their attainments in Chinese medicine are very high, and even the three people brought by Hua Cuo are much higher than the average Chinese medicine medical skills - I want to recruit more interns and pick some talented ones to come out and let them focus on training."

"How dare you think about it?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong with an idiot expression and said. "Do you know how many medical schools there are in the country? Do you know how many students graduate from the medical school each year to major in Chinese medicine? Do you know how much it costs to recruit interns nationwide? ”

"I'm recruiting interns, not attending physicians, how much does it cost?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"You're stupid." Teng Xiangling said angrily. "Do you think interns won't be paid?"

"Do interns still have to be paid?" Yan Murong asked in surprise, his face suddenly changed, and he said angrily. "Damn, I was deceived by the old man Chen Hanqing - I said how can he stuff the graduates to me, and the feeling is to find them a job."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the three women suddenly laughed and trembled, which made Yan Murong even more depressed.

"How much do interns get paid?" Yan Murong asked.

"Now it's two thousand a month." Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong strangely. "Why are you asking this?"

"Two thousand a month for one person." Yan Murong didn't answer Teng Xiangling's question, but crossed his fingers and began to talk to himself. "One person is twenty-four thousand a year, ten people are twenty-four thousand, and one hundred people are two million and four million."

"Bang bang."

Teng Xiangling slapped his face and said. "Good at math, why are you counting this thing?"

"Nothing." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "I think I can do that. You see, we don't need to recruit more, we recruit 100 a year, and we have to look at the transcript, you must have excellent grades to enter the hospital for internship, and then pull out the big one, and pick out ten of these 100 people to focus on training, what do you think? ”

"Are you really going to do that?" Teng Xiangling was stunned by Yan Murong's words, and after a while, he said. "The cost of 2.4 million a year is too much, right?"

"I can afford to pay for that." Yan Murong waved his hand and said with a serious face. "Even if I can take Chinese medicine out of the country and let the whole world understand Chinese medicine and believe in Chinese medicine, but I am not a god and will not live to be hundreds of years old. Do you want to watch Chinese medicine decline again? -- It is better to start cultivating excellent Chinese medicine now, generation after generation, so that if it continues, Chinese medicine will never decay. ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the three women were all silent for a moment.

This man is cynical, this man never pays attention, this man is straightforward, he can say whatever he wants, and if he is not used to it, he will go up and do it, this man is useless except for his strong skills, excellent medical skills and illustrious family background - but his heart for Chinese medicine needs many people to look up to.

"I've got your back." After being silent for a while, Teng Xiangling spoke silently. "I thought what you said to me was just casual talk, but now I realize that your ambitions are much bigger than I thought."

"It's not called ambition." Yan Murong said depressedly. "This is called revenge and idealism -- I personally advocate the integration of Chinese and Western medicine, and I do not deny the ability of Western medicine, so this is not called ambition. If I had ambitions, I would have just killed all the Western doctors. ”

"Okay, okay, I know you're not ambitious." Teng Xiangling smiled and said. "Then tomorrow, have a meeting tomorrow, talk to Hua Cuo and Zhong Lao, I think they will support you too."

Yan Murong was about to speak, Yan Minghua's mobile phone on the sofa rang, picked up the phone and glanced at it, Yan Minghua muttered, and then hung up directly.

"Sister-in-law, is it from the young master of which family?" Yan Murong said with a teasing smile.

"It's just a lot of nonsense." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes and said. "If they are not afraid of egg pain, they can just call the old lady in the middle of the night to try."

"Then why are you hanging up?" Yan Murong asked.

"Why should I pick up a number I don't know?" Yan Minghua said.

As soon as the words fell, the mobile phone in his hand called again, and after seeing that the number on it was still the same number, Yan Minghua frowned and picked it up.

Although he didn't know who called, Yan Murong saw that the smile on Yan Minghua's face was gone, and his brows gradually wrinkled.