At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

Time flew by and it was September 3rd.

Early in the morning.

Yi Zhongding rode his bicycle to the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, located in Beimencang Hutong, to attend the admission ceremony.

The Beijing University of Chinese Medicine campus will not be officially built in Haiyuncang until next year.

Dongzhimen Hospital thus officially became a directly affiliated hospital of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine.

Actually, they are just two adjacent alleys.

Because the establishment of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine was too rushed.

Therefore, the school's conditions at that time were quite difficult.

The campus consists of only one five-story building shared by the three parties.

The fifth floor houses a newspaper office.

The first floor houses the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School and outpatient department.

Only the middle three floors are classrooms, dormitories, and offices for students and teachers at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine.

The first class of students at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine had more than 120 students.

There were only four large shared rooms for accommodation.

The food in the cafeteria on the first floor is quite good; both teachers and students praise it.

The building was also kept very clean.

Hot water is available 24 hours a day.

If the dormitory also has heating in winter.

Students and faculty at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine can eat and attend classes without leaving the building.

We really spend every day together.

However, Yi Zhongding refused to share a dormitory room with them.

He went home after finishing the report in September.

The reason is simple: I have seven younger siblings to take care of.

When Yi Zhongding arrived at the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine building, he stopped his bicycle and heard a kind and gentle voice.

"Zhongding, you're here so early."

A woman in her thirties, wearing a white coat and with a gentle face, walked out of the building and greeted him with a smile.

"Professor Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you just now. I know today is the opening ceremony, and I thought I'd come early to see if there's anything I can help with."

Yi Zhongding quickly and respectfully greeted him.

The person in front of me is one of the preparatory committee members of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine.

Chen Tongyun.

Born into a renowned traditional Chinese medicine family in Beijing.

Although her husband's family is Hui, they are also a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Hebei Province.

Moreover, her husband, Ha Yumin, is both the founder and the principal of the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine Continuing Education College.

He is also the founder of the Beijing Chinese Medicine Society and the Beijing Chinese Medicine Magazine.

However, Chen Tongyun's medical skills were also extraordinary, and he specialized in dermatology.

Yi Zhongding also knew that Chen Tongyun was still practicing medicine until the time he transmigrated.

In other words...

In Yi Zhongding's previous life.

He died, but Chen Tongyun is still alive and well.

Moreover, he is over 100 years old and can still practice medicine.

Moreover, she is not an isolated case of longevity in traditional Chinese medicine.

Of the four masters he apprenticed under, Fang Mingqian was the only one who died young.

The other three were all more likely to survive than the last.

You say traditional Chinese medicine is useless, I won't argue with you.

But it's a fact that this group is incredibly resilient.

"Come in quickly, it's hot outside. Your master just asked you about it and said you're strong. We can do the heavy lifting and moving work when you get here."

Chen Tongyun said with a smile, jokingly.

"That must be Master Fang."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

Just then, a thick Shandong accent came from behind.

"What do you mean it's me? Don't go around saying I'm you and trying to pin things on me, or I'll beat you up."

Fang Mingqian, carrying a medicine box, glanced at him sideways.

"Professor Chen said that a tall, handsome man from Shandong was not feeling well today and asked me to help carry some heavy objects."

Even without turning around, Yi Zhongding knew it was him.

"You didn't fart properly, you brat."

Fang Mingqian walked up behind him and kicked him in the butt.

"Master, please stop using inversions all the time. The students won't understand your lesson later."

Yi Zhongding jokingly remarked.

"Perfect timing. I can teach them art, whether it's sculpture or painting, I'm an expert."

Fang Mingqian raised his face, adopting an air of self-importance befitting an artist.

Hmm.

He really can be called an artist.

Although they come from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

However, he had been interested in epigraphy, calligraphy, and painting since childhood.

He was also a disciple of the painter Hu Peihang and the seal engraving master Zhou Xiding.

It might also be this experience.

This is what makes him so different from the rigid image of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Pfft, come in quickly, Director Guo and Mayor Wang will be here soon."

Chen Tongyun found it amusing to watch the master and apprentice bickering, but still offered a reminder.

The current leaders are quite practical.

Unlike later generations...

So the opening ceremony ended very quickly.

Yi Zhongding also met all his classmates for the first time.

Only half of the people here have youthful faces.

Because half of the 120 people were admitted through the college entrance examination, and the other half were "transferred cadres" from the health sector in the "Three Norths" (North China, Northwest China, and Northeast China).

There are young cadres and graduates of the traditional Chinese medicine department of a vocational health school.

The first cohort of students at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine also mainly came from the three northern regions (Northeast, North, and Northwest China).

Among these 120 people, many are from traditional Chinese medicine families or are descendants of famous doctors from various regions.

Those transferred to higher-level positions are generally older, some have already started families and careers, and some even bring their kindergarten-aged children to Beijing for schooling.

Their purpose is self-evident.

We should take advantage of "His" emphasis on traditional Chinese medicine.

They transformed themselves from "local militia" who were trained through family or apprenticeship into "regular soldiers" trained by the state.

Yi Zhongding's purpose was actually similar.

Forget about the health sector paying attention to it.

If it weren't for "His" emphasis on traditional Chinese medicine...

There might not even be such a school.

However, the conditions at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine are also very poor now.

How bad is it?

There weren't even desks in class.

Each person has a stool or small stool, and their tucked-in knees serve as a table.

Conditions will only improve after we move to the new location next year.

But something is better than nothing.

Without this school...

It's almost impossible for children from ordinary families to learn traditional Chinese medicine.

Most of the people here have family traditions or apprenticeships.

Only half of them are high school graduates with absolutely no prior knowledge.

such as:

Sitting next to Yi Zhongding at this moment was a thin teenager, who later became the renowned traditional Chinese medicine master Wang Shiming.

His face was very youthful, and his eyes were expressive.

But his face was expressionless.

Because he suffers from facial nerve palsy.

But after next year, there will be more high school students like him taking the college entrance exam.

"Zhongding, your home is in Beijing?"

Wang Shiming struck up a conversation with him.

"No, I came from Shennongjia in Hubei Province to stay with my older brother, and I'm currently living at his house."

Yi Zhongding thought for a moment and then said.

"I'm from Yuanshi County, Hebei Province. The day the news was reported... I didn't mean to overhear it; I just overheard it by chance. Are you Teacher Fang's student?"

Wang Shiming clenched his fist before mustering the courage to say those words.

It's as if overhearing someone's private conversation is a very shameful thing.

They were also worried that Yi Zhongding would misunderstand and think he was eavesdropping.