Yi Zhonghai heard Mrs. Lin say this, first nodded, thought about it and shook his head, and then spoke.

"Old lady, it is precisely because He Daqing is here, that I didn't consider the stupid pillar, and now you keep mentioning him, is there any change in this?"

Mrs. Lin pretended to be mysterious.

"This quarrel between the father and son of the He family shows that today's matter is not small, so I asked you to inquire, what is going on?"

……

The two muttered in the backyard for a long time before Yi Zhonghai walked out of the Lin family in the backyard.

At this time, the neighbors who were watching the excitement at He's house went home one after another.

Zheng Zhendong checked He Daqing's pulse again, and made sure that he was fine, so he was relieved.

Calling the stupid pillar out of the door, Zheng Zhendong asked.

"Brother Zhuzi, what's your situation, why are you still quarreling with Uncle He?"

Hearing Zheng Zhendong ask this, Silly Zhu said a little ashamed.

"Brother, you also know my temper, if you don't come back and don't say a few words to the old man, we will quarrel!

Who would have thought that the old man would faint directly, you see this thing, let the big guy see the joke! ”

Zheng Zhendong patted Silly Zhu's shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Brother Zhuzi, don't irritate Uncle He these days, let him delay for two days, let him think about it, and see the situation in a few days!"

"Okay, brother, I'll listen to you, then I'll talk about it in a few days!" Silly Zhu said simply.

"That's okay, Brother Zhuzi, you are busy first, I'll go home first!" After saying that, Zheng Zhendong said goodbye to Silly Zhu and went home.

As soon as he entered his own door, he listened to He Yushui, who was nervous, ask.

"Brother Dongzi, is my dad okay, does it matter?"

"Yes, yes, third brother, is Uncle He okay? The rain is dying of worry! Zheng Xinyi, who was accompanying He Yushui next to her, also asked anxiously.

Looking at the two of them who were anxious, Zheng Zhendong hurriedly spoke.

"Yushui, you don't have to worry, your dad is nothing serious, he is just angry, he will be fine after resting, don't worry!"

Hearing Zheng Zhendong say this, He Yushui was obviously relieved, and then went to Xie with Zheng Zhendong, and hurried home to see his father.

Looking at He Yushui, who returned home from Zheng's house, Zheng Zhendong couldn't help but sigh that He Daqing's status in the hearts of his children was still quite high at this time.

It's not when I dragged my trembling body back to the hospital decades later and was complained about by the brother and sister.

……

Early the next morning, Zheng Zhendong had breakfast and rode out on his bicycle.

After riding for a while, it was time for the fourth grandfather Wang Yanhui to go home.

I went into the yard and put the bike well, and then went to the study and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Dongzi, I heard the sound of a bicycle just now, and I knew it was you!" Wang Yanhui's voice came from the study.

Zheng Zhendong pushed open the door of the study as he said, and saw the fourth grandfather, Wang Yanhui, sitting at the desk reading a book.

Zheng Zhendong hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, and after the two met the ceremony, they talked for a while, and Wang Yanhui began to teach Zheng Zhendong medical skills.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Yanhui led Zheng Zhendong out to Union Hospital, and instructed him on the way to listen and watch more, and not to express his opinions.

In this way, the two arrived at the hospital, and met the medical staff who greeted Wang Yanhui one after another.

When they came to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the two changed into white coats, and Wang Yanhui led the Chinese medicine doctor to start rounds.

Whenever he entered the ward, he first asked Zheng Zhendong to feel his pulse, and then wrote down the results of the pulse touching to him.

Halfway through the inspection, the director of the Chinese medicine department hurried over and asked in front of Wang Yanhui.

"Teacher, how do you have time to make rounds today, is there something wrong?"

Wang Yanhui first asked Zheng Zhendong to come to the front, and then introduced.

"Dongzi, this is the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Chen Jiuren, you call him uncle, one of my students."

After Wang Yanhui finished speaking, he said to Chen Jiuren who was standing aside.

"Jiuren, this is my grandson Zheng Zhendong, who is Xiao Ran's nominal apprentice.

But I've been teaching him all along, and today I'm bringing him here to personally touch the patient's pulse and see how he's learning.

You just go about your business, you don't have to follow me. ”

Zheng Zhendong listened to Wang Yanhui's introduction, and hurriedly stepped forward to meet Chen Jiuren, and the two sides exchanged polite words, and then continued to check the room.

At about 11:30 a.m., the patients in the TCM department were passed through.

Back in the office, Wang Yanhui took the report in Zheng Zhendong's hand and read it slowly.

While reading, he used a pen to make corrections on the paper, and after more than ten minutes, Wang Yanhui called Zheng Zhendong to him after reading it and spoke.

"Dongzi, I read the diagnosis you wrote, and it is roughly the same as mine.

However, there are a few medicinal properties that are not accurate, you can take a look, I marked it for you, it is better to use these medicines! ”

Zheng Zhendong took the report and looked carefully at the medication corrected by Wang Yanhui above, which was indeed much better than his own medication.

To be honest, Zheng Zhendong was a little frustrated that he had studied medicine for so long and could not accurately prescribe medicine.

Wang Yanhui, who was sitting behind the desk, saw that Zheng Zhendong was uncomfortable, so he spoke.

"Dongzi, how long have you been studying medicine, it's not been a year since you were full, and you want to be like me, or even surpass me, how is this possible!

Don't be discouraged, you've learned very well, and you've read almost the medical books at home.

It is the lack of opportunities to get started with practice, and there is too little contact with patients, so the medication is not accurate.

In the future, we will often come to the hospital and give you more opportunities to contact patients, and you will be able to practice soon. ”

Hearing Wang Yanhui say this, Zheng Zhendong was even more grateful, but he was worried that the hospital would not agree, so he expressed his concerns.

Listening to Zheng Zhendong's words, Wang Yanhui first laughed, and then said domineeringly.

"Stinky boy, if I can't even do this, I've been in this hospital for so long!

Rest assured, it's okay! As long as the medicine you prescribe is not given to the patient, there will be no problem.

However, if you open a bill in the future, you must put it away, otherwise it will be troublesome if the patient takes it! ”

Hearing Wang Yanhui say this, Zheng Zhendong nodded again and again, saying that he would definitely pay attention.

The two chatted in the office for a while, and when they saw that it was already lunch time, they went to the hospital cafeteria to eat.

To be honest, the meals in the hospital taste really bad, the braised pork has no taste at all, and the shredded potatoes are fried half-cooked.

I don't know how the doctors, nurses, and patients in the hospital eat it.

Anyway, Zheng Zhendong ate a few bites casually, and then put away the dishes and chopsticks, Wang Yanhui saw that he ate so little, so he knew that the food was not to his taste, so he didn't persuade him.

After the two had lunch and returned to the office, Wang Yanhui began to explain to Zheng Zhendong the common problems of traditional Chinese medicine.