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

"Yes, that's no secret. I've been studying under a master for three years."

Yi Zhongding nodded.

"Um, I... I don't have any background in Traditional Chinese Medicine. If I encounter any difficulties in learning, could you please help me?"

"I won't bother you with anything other than academic matters."

Wang Shiming stammered as he explained his meaning.

"No problem, feel free to ask me. I'll answer anything you know. If I don't understand something either, I'll take you to a teacher."

Yi Zhongding patted his chest and said.

The two were chatting.

Zhang Zhichun came in carrying a stack of mimeographed lecture notes.

After all, this is the first time in history that a college of traditional Chinese medicine has been established.

So there are no textbooks at all.

Even the teacher on the podium had never taught a class.

So what kind of lessons should be taught?

The teacher writes the teaching materials in advance, then mimeographs them into smaller pieces and distributes them to the students.

Classes officially began after the opening ceremony.

The 120 students were divided into two classes.

At the same time, two teachers taught the same course to two different classes.

This lesson is on the Treatise on Febrile Diseases.

Zhang Zhichun and Liu Duzhou co-authored the textbook and taught the classes at the same time.

Zhang Zhichun is not tall, has a small mustache, and wears a white lab coat, looking neat and tidy.

He stood on the podium with his back ramrod straight.

But you can tell he's quite old.

This is why there is so little information about him in later generations.

Aside from Liu Duzhou's memoir, what else can make him memorable is...

Perhaps all that remains is his theory of "Five Elements and Three Elements" in traditional Chinese medicine.

This sparked a period of discussion and debate in later generations, which is known as the study of medicinal phenomena.

But now not many people agree with him.

He's an excellent lecturer.

He could readily recite the formulas and rhymes from the Treatise on Cold Damage.

Yi Zhongding also learned a lot of experience and medical cases in the Treatise on Febrile Diseases from him that Liu Duzhou did not have.

Summer goes and winter comes.

Then came 1957, winter.

Beijing University of Chinese Medicine has moved to Haiyuncang.

There are also many more teachers at the school.

For example, Wang Mianzhi, a master of prescriptions and the nineteenth-generation successor of the Wang family's medical skills, founded the discipline of prescriptions and served as the director of the prescriptions teaching and research office.

Cheng Xinnong serves as the head of the acupuncture teaching and research group.

Yan Zhenghua, the fourth-generation successor of the Menghe School, founded the discipline of Traditional Chinese Medicine and served as the head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine teaching and research group.

He brought his teaching materials with him.

Because he was already a teacher at Jinling Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School last year.

There are also no teaching materials.

Therefore, he compiled the first edition of "Lectures on Traditional Chinese Medicine".

Dong Jianhua was appointed as the head of the Wenbing (Warm Diseases) Teaching and Research Group.

......

"Secretary Yi, it's holiday time. I'm going home for the Spring Festival. I'll bring you some delicious food from Hebei Province when I come back."

Are you going to intern at Dongzhimen Hospital during winter break?

Wang Shiming hopped on one foot to sit down next to him, put down his cane, and casually asked.

"Okay, if you're not in a hurry, you can leave tomorrow. We're having a farewell dinner at the school cafeteria tonight."

"Last month, when we went to the village where we did our medical practice, we brought some poultry. The school bought them, and the Party branch organized a dinner for them. It was also a graduation ceremony for Chai Xuejie and the other graduates who were transferred to other positions."

"Yes, there are also several joint clinics. We need to visit them all to prepare for the TCM practitioner qualification examination next year."

Yi Zhongding put down the book in his hand, glanced at him, and said while suppressing a laugh.

He had already resigned himself to the title of Wang Shiming.

He applied to join the organization last year and was promoted from probationary to full membership this year.

Then, in coordination with the school's Party and government leaders, the Party branch of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine was established.

He was elected as the Party Branch Secretary of Beijing University of Chinese Medicine.

This is a job that requires dedication.

"Hehe, that's great! You're finally not stuck at school being a bookworm anymore?"

"If you ask me, you could have been ready when you first enrolled."

Wang Shiming didn't care about his laughter.

She sat down next to him and took out her notebook to read.

The cover reads "Yi Zhongding's Notes on Traditional Chinese Medicine".

This is a notebook that Yi Zhongding has been keeping since he began studying medicine under a master.

It contains all the basic knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

But it is comprehensive and systematic.

Later, Ha Yumin saw it and thought it could be used directly as teaching material.

However, Yi Zhongding did not want to be too famous.

Therefore, the word "notes" was retained and distributed as supplementary reading material.

However, teachers in many disciplines, such as acupuncture, traditional Chinese medicine, Treatise on Febrile Diseases, diagnostics, formulary, clinical medicine, and epidemiology, use it as a textbook.

This notebook is the first book that the second cohort of students from Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, who enrolled last September, have to memorize.

However, they were still lucky.

Because the thickness of this notebook is still increasing.

The students of the third, fourth and many more sessions will likely be incredibly grateful to Yi Zhongding.

Basically, the school will have one more subject creator or leader.

Yi Zhongding would invariably appear in his dormitory the next day.

Then the notes will have one more subject's content.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical science, so we should study it more."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

At that moment, three or four students walked in from outside the classroom.

The person walking in front laughed and said, "Secretary Yi, you're still studying? Are you trying to kill us?"

"That's right, Assistant Teacher Yi, take a break and let us see some hope of catching up with you."

Another short, fat man familiarly climbed onto his arm.

The others also laughed and joked.

The speaker at the beginning was Wang Yongyan, who later became a National Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine and an academician.

Chen Lianqi was the one who answered.

Following behind were Chao Enxiang and Shi Guobi.

What happened to Yi Zhongding after those three people is unknown.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is something you learn more about as you get older. Why didn't you go play ball today?"

Yi Zhongding looked at them and smiled.

This period of more than a year.

He gets along very well with all his classmates and teachers.

But these people are considered a major threat.

"Why bother playing ball? The wind and snow were blowing straight into my mouth, and I'd stumble after just a couple of steps. My hip still hurts."

Chen Lianqi now walks with his legs spread apart, and occasionally he bares his teeth in a grimacing manner.

I don't know what illness he had yesterday.

He insisted on dragging someone to play basketball right after it snowed.

Yi Zhongding and his group couldn't persuade him otherwise.

I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany you.

This basketball court is frozen over after the snow.

Even Yi Zhongding's years of martial arts training were of no use.

Even with a stable lower body, you can't prevent the ground from slipping.

He barely threw the basketball a few times.

They all ended up with bruises and swelling from the falls.

Chen Lianqi finally got the ball and tried to make a layup.

As a result, a single step caused him to scream like a pig on the spot.

Wang Yongyan, who was next to him, had half of his face swollen.

He ran to grab the ball.

The ball fell before it even reached my hand.

His face stopped quite a distance away.

This is how Wang Shiming broke his leg.

That's why they say even retired men can't get together.

This idea is amazing.

Yesterday, almost all the male students from Beijing University of Chinese Medicine were wiped out.

Everyone is doing well in the dorm rooms upstairs with heaters.

Look how much fun they're having.

One by one they came down.

As a result, the bloodstains are still frozen on that playground.

With the arrival of these people.

More students came in one after another.

Until the classroom was full of "disabled people".

They were either covered in plaster or had their hands in casts; at best, they had bruises and swelling on their faces.

Some of them simply became one-eyed.

Because one of his eyes was swollen like a steamed bun.

Yesterday, the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine practitioners essentially verified each other's bone-setting and bone-setting skills.

Everyone who came in immediately sought out Chen Lianqi.

Then she glared at him fiercely.

Chen Lianqi glared back defiantly.

These people weren't people he dragged down. They're bad at the game and love to play around, so why are they glaring at me?

I'm talking to you.

I'm the one who did the chiropractic on your arm!

(I'm making up for yesterday's chapter, so I'll post three chapters today and make up for it tomorrow. I have a really bad headache and can't write anymore.)