After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"Dr. Lin, I am Wang Rou's husband, my name is Li Jiang."

Lin Zhilan instantly understood his purpose. "You want to ask about Wang Rou?"

Li Jiang: "Yes."

The fact that he came to the hospital shows that he is a decent husband. Lin Zhilan took him to her office alone and got straight to the point: "Wang Rou is sick."

Li Jiang immediately tensed up, "What illness?"

"Depression, a mental illness," Lin Zhilan said, observing Li Jiang's expression.

Many people mistakenly regard depression as being overly dramatic, especially since in this day and age, people are busy filling their stomachs and no one pays attention to emotional issues.

Li Jiang did not disappoint Lin Zhilan. His expression turned serious. "Dr. Lin, how can this illness be cured?"

Lin Zhilan asked, "Does Wang Rou never like going out?"

Li Jiang shook his head. "She was fine for a while after we got married, but it seems like she was depressed for a period of time after my father-in-law passed away. Later, she improved a bit after I joined her in the military, but not long after, she stopped wanting to go out. I was busy with training at the time, so I didn't ask her much and just let her be."

Later I realized she was increasingly reluctant to go out, even to buy groceries, and would get angry if you tried to persuade her. So I brought my mom over, thinking that if she didn't want to go out, she shouldn't, and this is how it turned out.

Li Jiang felt some regret. Perhaps he should have been more perceptive from the beginning and noticed the problem; otherwise, things might have turned out differently.

After listening, Lin Zhilan took out a thick notebook from the drawer.

The cover is made of dark brown cardboard, without any fancy patterns, only the three white Song typeface characters "Sketching Book" printed on it.

"I asked the quartermaster to buy this from Guangzhou. Take it back and tell him it's a gift from me to her. If you want a return gift, send me a portrait."

Li Jiang: "How much? I'll pay you..."

"No need," Lin Zhilan said. "She calls me 'sister,' so don't be so polite with me. Commander Li, go back and observe whether she seems happier when she's painting."

Don't mention her illness; just pretend you don't know. Encourage her to do things—not housework, but things she enjoys. Too much free time can cause psychological problems.

Li Jiang nodded seriously, "I understand, thank you, Dr. Lin."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Li Jiang walked to the door, then suddenly turned around. "Dr. Lin, I'd like to ask, why does Wang Rou like you?"

Lin Zhilan narrowed her eyes and looked Li Jiang up and down.

"Commander Li wants to know how to win Jiang Rou's favor?"

Li Jiang was silent for a moment, then said, "...Yes."

Lin Zhilan laughed and said, "I don't have any skills, I just rely on my looks."

"..."

After seeing Li Jiang off, Lin Zhilan focused on grinding the medicine.

Lin Zijun leaned closer. "Teacher Lin, what should we do if our Traditional Chinese Medicine department has no patients?"

Lin Zhilan continued working, only glancing at him indifferently. "If only there were no sick people in the world, what's wrong with the medicine gathering dust on the shelves? Isn't it a good thing if there are no sick people?"

Lin Zijun shook his head and sighed, "The surgery department is as busy as a dog, while the traditional Chinese medicine department is like a cold palace. I'm worried that if we don't have any more patients, our traditional Chinese medicine department will have to be shut down."

Lin Zhilan frowned slightly. "Then we can't just drag people here to see a doctor."

Lin Zijun sighed deeply, while Lin Zhilan said, "Come and help grind the medicine powder whenever you have free time."

"Okay." Lin Zijun ground the medicine, then asked in confusion, "Teacher Lin, what are you doing?"

"Rheumatism pain relief plaster".

The island is hot and humid, and many people suffer from rheumatism. The traditional Chinese medicine department is not receiving patients and cannot generate income, so Lin Zhilan thought of selling medicinal ointments.

This rheumatism pain relief plaster is her secret recipe, which was once granted a national patent.

Now it's perfect to use it as a signboard for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

Lin Zijun noticed the jars next to him and asked hesitantly, "Who are we going to sell all of these to?"

Lin Zhilan: "I sell to whoever has rheumatism."

"..."

After finishing making a full jar of ointment, Lin Zhilan told Ye Congshan and went to the dean's office.

Lin Zijun followed curiously, and Lin Zhilan didn't chase him away; they just happened to need someone to run errands.

The dean is in high spirits lately, as if he's having a good time.

Cheng Qingshan underwent surgery at the military hospital and is recovering very well. The higher-ups even called to commend the hospital.

Dean Liu was secretly pleased.

He was transferred from the Capital Hospital.

From chief physician at the capital hospital to director of a military hospital on a remote and underdeveloped island that was only built in the last two years, it appears to be a promotion, but in the eyes of some, it is almost like exile.

Former colleagues and classmates outwardly envied his promotion, but behind his back they said he probably would never be able to return to Beijing.

How are things now?

The surgeries they couldn't perform and the patients they couldn't cure, were cured by this island hospital they looked down on!

Zhu Weidong is a hero, but Lin Zhilan is an even greater hero!

When Lin Zhilan came to see him, Dean Liu warmly invited her to sit down. "Dr. Lin, how have you been feeling in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department lately? What brings you here today?"

"The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is very good," Lin Zhilan said with a smile. "Dean Liu, you are a very busy person, so I won't waste any more words."

"you say."

"If our Traditional Chinese Medicine department has no patients, will the entire department be shut down?"

Dean Liu's smile faded. "To be honest, it's very possible. I went to a meeting in the province before, and many hospitals have stopped having TCM departments. But don't worry, even if the TCM department is gone, you can transfer to the administrative departments."

The current medical environment favors Western medicine, while traditional Chinese medicine has been abandoned.

In many places, traditional Chinese medicine has even been relegated to the category of feudal remnants.

Although the Traditional Chinese Medicine department only has three people, they still need to be paid salaries every month.

Without patients and without revenue, there is no need for the department to exist.

Lin Zijun was dissatisfied, but Lin Zhilan stopped him, "Dean, we don't want to just take a salary and do nothing, but the TCM department really isn't getting any patients right now, so I have an idea, what do you think about it?"

"you say."

"I have a secret recipe for a medicated ointment to treat rheumatism. I have two options: either sell it under the name of the hospital, in which case the TCM department cannot be shut down regardless of whether there are patients or not."

Alternatively, we can sell under the name of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department; we won't take government salaries and will be responsible for our own profits and losses.

Dean Liu was clearly taken aback by the suggestion. He took a deep breath and looked at Lin Zijun, "You and Dr. Ye think so too?"

Lin Zijun swallowed hard. "Dr. Ye said that the TCM department will listen to Teacher Lin from now on, and I will listen to Teacher Lin too."

Lin Zijun had no desire to work in the administrative department; he wanted to be a doctor.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take a gamble with Teacher Lin.

This was unprecedented, so Dean Liu said, "Shall we have a meeting?"

"Can."

The meeting was held on short notice, and most of the attendees were leaders from the hospital's administrative department; there were very few doctors present.

The content was quite exciting, and Lin Zhilan felt that her trip was worthwhile.

Before the meeting had even started for ten minutes, two or three leaders from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department had already begun criticizing it.