Chapter 412 Who Would Like a Son to Follow in His Father's Footsteps?

"Dr. Chen, how is the patient in the other car doing?"

When Chen Mu opened the door.

The uncle in the police car was staring at the patient intently.

I am afraid that I will relax inadvertently.

led to the deterioration of the patient's condition.

When Uncle Hat saw Chen Mu coming up wearing a white coat, he was also inexplicably relieved.

Chen Mu smiled: "The patient next door doesn't have much of a problem. When he reaches middle age, his mood fluctuates too much and he easily falls into coma."

"In today's society, many people's bodies are in a sub-healthy state."

Uncle Hat glanced at Chen Mu: "Dr. Chen, many people in our bureau have occupational diseases. If you want to have a massage, what kind of traditional Chinese medicine clinic should you choose that is more reliable?"

Chen Mu: “Actually, clinics have different levels.”

"This is not me discrediting my colleagues. You can only get a rough idea when you look at Haicheng University's campus hospital."

"The simplest logic is that I am the only school doctor at Haicheng University."

"If I am a quack doctor, then the entire Haicheng University Hospital will only have quack doctors."

Uncle Hat: "..."

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"Although this logic is very strange, I think there is nothing wrong with what Dr. Chen said?!"

"Of course there won't be a problem, but the main reason why there won't be a problem is that if the program at Haicheng University's campus hospital hadn't happened this time, Dr. Chen would have been the only school doctor!"

"So there is no problem at all for him to say this. He is just a doctor. Can he represent the level of the entire Haicheng University hospital?"

"People who often go to small clinics to get needles raise their hands silently. Many small clinics actually only have one doctor..."

"So, when there is only one doctor, the doctor's level represents the clinic's level."

"Hey! It has to be understood by an expert. Dr. Chen's logic is something I have never thought about before."

"..."

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"Actually, if you are worried that you can't find a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor, you can go to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital to register. For example, we are in Haicheng now. We just go directly to the Affiliated Hospital of Haicheng University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and register."

Uncle Hat nodded.

There seems to be no problem with Chen Mu's logic.

But he couldn't help but think of some sayings that he had often heard before: "But didn't people often say that powerful Chinese medicine doctors are not in hospitals, but among the people?"

Chen Mu was stunned.

Then he smiled and said: "Uncle Hat, that was before!"

Said.

Chen Mu has helped the patient re-diagnose his pulse.

And replaced it with a silver needle.

Listen to Chen Mu's words.

Uncle Hat is still puzzled: "The traditional Chinese medicine in the past was traditional Chinese medicine, and the current traditional Chinese medicine is also traditional Chinese medicine. Is there any difference?"

Chen Mu smiled brightly: "What's the difference? The difference here is huge!"

"In the past, our country only had traditional Chinese medicine!"

"But now, when you go to a tertiary hospital, except for professional traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, most of them study modern medicine. In modern medicine, science plays the main component, which is Western medicine."

"Traditional Chinese medicine has long been out of the mainstream..."

"Even I, who have been practicing traditional Chinese medicine since elementary school and studied modern medicine in college."

Listening to Chen Mu's voice.

Uncle Hat was inexplicably silent.

He seemed to see in Chen Mu the feeling of an elderly inheritor of intangible cultural heritage that he had met before when he was on duty.

Obviously for their own culture.

You should be proud and confident.

But sometimes.

There is only powerlessness and powerlessness left.

Chen Mu began to diagnose the patient's pulse again.

But the words coming out of his mouth showed no sign of stopping.

Chen Mu: "In the era when my father was studying medicine, there were actually many older generations who would hide their secrets appropriately."

"Because that's their cooking skill, and the older generation also grew up with a saying: teach the apprentice and starve the master to death."

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"I'm a blacksmith. My master used to say this often, but now I just want to recruit a few more apprentices and pass on more."

"I studied intangible cultural heritage papermaking. Now as long as there are still people willing to learn, my master is willing to teach."

"The older generation actually didn't do anything wrong. They just wanted to keep their cooking skills, but they didn't expect that the times are changing so fast, and there are not many people who want to learn this kind of skills."

"To be realistic, the main reason for many lost crafts is because they can't make much money."

"It's true. I make purple clay teapots. They are not cheap. You may think we are making money. In fact, for a purely handmade teapot like mine, if you don't meet someone who knows the product, you will be fooled by that machine-made teapot. Rolled to death."

"But if you can't make money, you no longer have a skill that you can rely on for survival, and there will be fewer people willing to pass it on..."

"So now many inheritors of intangible cultural heritage are willing to contribute their craftsmanship to the country, as long as their craftsmanship is not lost..."

"..."

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"At first, people of my father's generation also believed in this sentence."

"But as I grew up, my father kept saying when I was young that he would only accept me as a successor in this life."

"There are hundreds of apprentices now."

Hearing what Chen Mu said, even though he was a hat uncle, he couldn't help but be briefly shocked.

"Hundreds of apprentices?"

Chen Mu nodded; "Yes, in fact, many old Chinese medicine practitioners now accept many apprentices. They are more worried about the discontinuation of Chinese medicine than their own skills being learned by others."

"It is generally recognized that it takes longer to study medicine."

Uncle Hat nodded: "I know this. It takes five years to graduate from a medical university."

"If you want to go to a tertiary hospital and become a clinical doctor, you basically have to take the postgraduate entrance examination and the doctoral examination."

"After the doctorate is completed, it will basically take ten or eight years."

"But even if ten or eight years have passed, when you arrive at the hospital, you will only be an intern."

No experience in consultation.

Everything needs to be learned.

Even Uncle Hat himself had good grades when he was in school.

Listen to what Uncle Hat said.

Chen Mu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is just the time cost of learning modern medicine. In comparison, learning Chinese medicine requires more time cost."

"Because Chinese medicine takes the pulse."

"Just this pulse taking, most doctors need to spend many years to master it."

"When I was a child, I learned Chinese medicine. As long as my father was at home, even before dinner, we had to take each other's pulse. If the pulse was not accurate enough, we would be scolded and punished to copy medical books..."

Listening to Chen Mu's description of his childhood.

Uncle Hat felt a little sympathetic to Chen Mu.

Suddenly.

An idea flashed through his mind.

Uncle Hat stared at Chen Mu thoughtfully and asked: "Doctor Chen, maybe you work so hard because you like to learn Chinese medicine since you were a child?"

Chen Mu suddenly raised his eyes: "What a joke, how many young people would like to inherit their father's business? Not to mention children!"