Twilight dusk.

At the door of the conference room of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Zhuang Hui and several other classmates were in the corridor, hunching their necks, putting their hands in their pants pockets, and looking nervously at the closed door of the conference room.

Zhuang Hui is a student of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. They are internships in this Chinese medicine hospital. Today is the day when the internship is over. The doctors in the hospital are discussing their internship appraisal.

After waiting for a long time, the door opened, and a doctor with expressionless expression stood at the door, saying in words without any emotion: "Come in and get your identification!"

Several students entered one after another and entered the conference room.

On the table, they were placed their internship appraisal. They each found their own one, then bowed to thank each other, and walked out of the conference room gate while watching.

Zhuang Hui was also looking down at his internship appraisal. After only a few lines of words, he was stunned. The original smile on the corner of his mouth turned into bitterness.

His roommate is named Leng Qing, and his homophonic nickname is Leng Qing, because he is a bit careless and stupid. He has read his own and has written the appraisal well, so he is very satisfied. He smiled and came over: "Let me see, how can the intern teacher praise you, a top student at our Medical University!"

After just a few glances, his smiling cheeks quickly became stiff due to surprise. He snatched the appraisal from Zhuang Hui, turned around and quickly walked into the conference room, and said to Zhuang Hui's intern teacher: "Doctor Chang, have you written the appraisal for Zhuang Hui incorrectly?"

Dr. Chang is fat and big-eared. He is middle-aged and looks very healthy. He sits behind the long conference table, squinting his small eyes. The big bubbles under his eyes are loose and bulging, like a pair of eyeballs growing, which looks awkward. He grinned, revealing his uneven yellow teeth, stretched out his fat palms to hug his shoulders, shaking the swivel chair left and right, and looking at Leng Qing: "What's wrong?"

Leng Qing put the appraisal in front of him and tried to squeeze out a flattering smile: "You see this sentence: 'The book knowledge is rich, but I don't know how to adapt, and sometimes I think I am self-righteous.' This, hehe, we interns have no clinical experience, so we naturally will not adapt. We all know this, but other intern teachers didn't say that. When we become doctors in the future, we will know that we will adapt."

"That proves that I was not wrong!"

"This sentence is correct. The key is the next sentence, "Sometimes you think you are self-righteous," this..., hehe, it must be because the teacher wrote it wrong. Can you change it?"

Doctor Chang burst out laughing, raised his hand and stroked his head, which was already neatly combed: "Sorry, I'm a realistic person and don't like to cheat."

"I didn't let you make a falsification. Teacher..."

Zhuang Hui pulled him behind him: "Forget it! Leng Qing"

"What's the point?" Leng Qing turned his head and glared at him, "Which unit dares to ask you for an internship appraisal like yours?"

Dr. Chang said lightly: "Since you know this result, you shouldn't have been self-righteous!"

Zhuang Hui frowned slightly, his lips moved, and he didn't speak.

Leng Qing stared at Dr. Chang: "The teacher is referring to Zhuang Hui's acupuncture for the patient with headache?"

"Just know!"

Leng Qing held back his anger and continued to say in a flattering tone: "A few of our interns were present. The patient had a headache for four years. Now he took a handful of painkillers every day. You had a previous diagnosis of gallbladder meridian heat, acupuncture of Shuangtai Chong, Shuangqiuxu, and Sanli of both feet. Although the headache was greatly reduced at that time, the patient started to feel pain again. You had not been cured after all. The patient came for a follow-up visit that day, and you happened to go out to do business again. The patient had a headache hit the wall. We had no choice. Zhuang Hui saw that he was pitiful, so he gave him acupuncture treatment. After he changed the acupoints, he took the needle and took the lead! After you followed up several times, they all said that the headache did not occur again, which means that Zhuang Hui's treatment was right."

"His treatment?" Dr. Chang sneered on his thick lips, "Does he, an intern student, have the right to prescription? Do you have the right to treat? Find out, he must be under my guidance before he can treat the patient!"

"But he did not prescribe medicine to the patient, just bloodletting and acupuncture. Acupuncture is Zhuang Hui's strengths, and his acupuncture course scores are full marks! He is the only one in the whole grade! Other subjects are also excellent, and he receives a first-class scholarship every semester...!"

"So you think you are self-righteous. Remember, young people should always be low-key! Don't be too arrogant!"

Zhuang Hui slowly opened his frown, and took a step forward, looking at Dr. Chang: "The patient had an unbearable headache. Other doctors said it was your patient. They were not easy to receive the treatment and were unwilling to take over the diagnosis and treatment. But you went out to do business and never came back. In those days, I followed you to see him and knew the cause of his disease. But from your acupuncture point, I felt that there might be something wrong with your meridian debate. I checked carefully. The specific pain of the patient was in the place where the Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian passed behind the ear. You should acupuncture the left Zhongzhu point and bleeding at the Guanchong point. There were some problems with your previous dialectics and acupuncture point, so the effect was not very good. After changing the acupuncture point, I cured his severe headache, and I found that it had never recurred after several follow-ups. It means that my treatment was indeed successful."

"So what if you succeed? You, an intern student, cured the disease that I, an old doctor who has been in medicine for 20 or 30 years, cannot be cured. It is amazing, right? You can be very arrogant and arrogant, right? You have become a miracle doctor, right?"

Zhuang Hui said lightly: "I know that I am an intern and have no prescription rights and cannot treat the patient, so I sincerely accept the criticism of the teacher. However, the teacher thinks that I am self-righteous and have a rampant attitude, and I cannot accept it! I think a doctor should have a kind heart to save lives and heal the wounded. The patient had a very severe headache at the time, and he hit the wall with his head several times. There were even signs of pain and shock, so I treated him. And I was confident. If this matter was done again, I would still treat him. This is the duty of a doctor."

"Doctor? Hehe, hahaha," Dr. Chang laughed exaggeratedly, and only laughed a few times before suddenly stopping, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Okay, I want to see, with such an internship appraisal, which hospital can you go to as a doctor? Okay! You, the miracle doctor who rescues the wounded, can leave, I don't welcome you here. - Go out!" Dr. Chang stood up, pointed his fat arm at the door, and shouted angrily.

Zhuang Hui reached out to pick up the internship appraisal on the table, raised it, stared at him, slowly torn it into pieces, scattered in front of him, turned around, and walked out of the door with big strides.

"What's your attitude? My surname is Zhuang, please explain it to me..." Dr. Chang rushed over, knocked over several chairs, shook off the doctor's block, rushed behind Zhuang Hui, and waved his fists.

Zhuang Hui stopped, turned around, looked at him coldly with his hands on his back.

Leng Qing, who was standing aside, laughed dryly and said to Dr. Chang: "Doctor Chang, I kindly remind you that Zhuang Hui is the all-round martial arts champion of our Provincial College Games!"

Dr. Chang shrank his fat neck and immediately put his fist down, saying, "Who is going to fight? I just let him make it clear..."

Zhuang Hui smiled faintly and glanced at the fragments on the table: "I think I have already said it very clearly." After that, he walked out of the office.

Dr. Chang's face turned pale and his fat face was shaking, but he didn't dare to have an attack, so he could only look at Zhuang Hui and go away.

Zhuang Hui walked to the steps of the hospital outpatient building. Several classmates caught up with him. While comforting him, they whispered to what to do about this matter.

Leng Qing turned around and muttered in a low voice: "He doesn't have his own medical skills, and he doesn't let others do it. What's the point!"

A female classmate whispered: "I heard that that incident made Dr. Chang lose face. The patient with the headache told everyone that Dr. Chang couldn't cure his headache, and asked Zhuang Hui, the intern student, to cure it. He was very embarrassed. The doctors in the hospital secretly joked about him."

"So he takes revenge and takes private revenge!" Leng Qing said angrily, "No, this matter cannot be calculated. Let's go to the department director! If not, please go to the director! This Chinese hospital is not prescribed by his surname Chang, it is from the country! There is always a place to make sense! Let's go! Go and go to the hospital leader!"

Another classmate said: "I heard that the dean went to another place for a meeting, and the department director asked for leave. He was not there."

"I said, how dare he be so arrogant? It turns out that he is taking advantage of the director and the director is not here! Zhuang Hui, don't worry, we will definitely find justice for you!"

Other students also nodded.

Zhuang Hui smiled bitterly: "Thank you, go back first!"

The sky was getting darker. Several classmates comforted him again and then left separately.

Zhuang Hui bought a small bun bag at a roadside snack bar for dinner, packed it in small plastic bags, and carried it to the bus station while eating. When he arrived at the bus station, the bus had not arrived yet, and no one was waiting for the bus at the station.

He looked back casually and saw an old woman with white hair lying on the sidewalk behind the station, with a slightly fat body crawling on the ground, dressed in a very worn out and kowtowed constantly. In front of her, there was an equally worn porcelain bowl with a few pieces of change in the bowl. The pedestrians on the sidewalk were shuttled, but they were like the water blocked by the reefs in the torrent, avoiding the begging old woman.
Chapter completed!