"Mr. Lin...Mr. Lin..." "Did Mr. You have some misunderstanding?" Dean Zang secretly exclaimed, with mixed feelings in his heart. Looking at the phone, and then looking at Lin Yi who was still calm and composed, he really couldn't connect the title of Mr., the highest title in the industry, with the young and even immature Lin Yi in front of him. Who can be called Mr. by an academician and a master of traditional Chinese medicine? Dean Zang's brain is really not enough. Even You Changming himself has modestly stated in public that he has not reached the level of being called Mr.... "What the hell! Mr. Lin..." "Is there something wrong with my ears? The title of Mr. sounds really cool!" Director Liang covered his mouth, fearing that the exclamation would be transmitted to the other side of the phone. It seems that he did not hear wrongly. Mr. You called Lin Yi Mr. Lin, and the sincerity in his words made him, a rough man, secretly shocked.
Without the respect from the heart, it is impossible to say such humble words... "Xiao Zang, didn't you hear what I said?" "Please give the phone to Mr. Lin immediately. I want to say hello to him!" The three people in the office could clearly hear that Mr. You on the other side had not received a reply for a long time and was already a little angry. "I am next to Dean Zang. The phone is on speaker. I can hear you talking, Mr. You." Seeing that Dean Zang had no intention of handing over the phone, Lin Yi hurriedly raised his voice to take over the conversation. "Mr. Lin, you should at least tell your disciples about participating in earthquake relief. If I hadn't gone to the emergency department to find you today, I wouldn't have known that you had gone to the disaster area." "Or I will pack up tonight and find a car to come here early tomorrow morning." "When you are away from home, your disciples will do the hard work and deal with some miscellaneous trivial matters. How can you do it without someone around you..." Listening to Mr. You's increasingly excessive words on the phone, Dean Zang felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and hurriedly came to Lin Yi with the phone carefully in his hand. Looking at Lin Yi who was so close, Dean Zang suspected that he was hallucinating. He personally dialed the number of Mr. You, and with the extremely familiar voice, he was absolutely sure that it was Mr. You himself on the other end of the phone. But Mr. You's respectful address and his identity as a disciple made Dean Zang unable to believe what he saw and heard. The number one figure in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Long Province, an academician of the National Academy of Sciences, and the national medical saint You Changming, actually condescended to call himself a disciple of a 20-year-old emergency doctor. Is this world too crazy, or is he too old to keep up with the pace of social development... "No!" "Only those true descendants of aristocratic families who have never cut off the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine from ancient times to the present can make Mr. You so modest!" "Could it be that Lin Yi is one of those dragons that can only be seen from head to tail and exist only in legends..." The more Dean Zang speculated, the more he felt that only this explanation could barely fit everything he saw.
"I thought I was proficient in medicine and firmly opposed other people's prescriptions." "Isn't this... Isn't this showing off in front of Guan Gong and talking about medical skills in front of Hua Tuo? I really don't have the face to see the ancestors..." In the eyes of Dean Zang, Lin Yi's image suddenly became extremely tall. His cheeks flushed, and he was so ashamed that he was speechless. Now he dared not say anything to question the prescription. It's not that there is a problem with other people's prescriptions, but that his shallow knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine can't see the brilliance of this prescription at all. Why Lin Yi didn't explain more, this is also to make him less embarrassed. Even if he explained this prescription created by a true master of traditional Chinese medicine, Dean Zang probably wouldn't understand the principle behind it... "Fuck! Is this going to scare people to death?" "When did this kid Lin Yi become Master You's teacher!" "What's the seniority? Master You is such a master that even the dean has to treat him as a disciple." "Doesn't this mean that when the department directors of the Central Hospital see Lin Yi, they can only be regarded as his grandson..." Director Liang Dazhuang, who was excited and agitated, could only rub his face hard to ensure that he stayed awake. In just a few minutes, he experienced the biggest shock since he started working at the Central Hospital. Teacher of an academician, what does this mean? This kid Lin Yi is really awesome. He quietly got into the top circle of the medical team. For such a person, is there still a problem of future prospects? Even with the title of intern, the senior department directors dare not speak loudly when they see him. Otherwise, if his academician's students jump out and peel off your skin, you will have no place to complain... "I was thinking of recruiting Lin Yi to the orthopedics department to treat him as a big boss. It turns out that he has already become the big boss of the whole hospital without going to the orthopedics department!" Director Liang even blushed secretly for his childish thoughts. This is because Lin Yi is generous and afraid of embarrassing him, so he has never slapped him in the face... "Fortunately, my attitude has always been good, and I have established a good start with the other party." "As long as we hold on to Lin Yi, the thickest thigh, we can attack and defend, and the Central Hospital will be invincible!" Director Liang secretly made up his mind that he would never have any chance of falling out with Lin Yi. He even made up his mind that no matter what Lin Yi said, the rescue medical team would just follow his wishes. Anyway, the person who even Old You called Master must be many levels higher than him in terms of medical experience and technology... "Old You, you'd better not come over. I don't have any problem." Lin Yi quickly rejected Old You's proposal.
He didn't want Old You to follow him around all day, calling him Mr. and Mr. all the time. "I have a new Chinese medicine prescription for myocardial infarction. Dean Zang wants to..." "Don't get me wrong, Old You. I don't have any idea. Everything will be done according to what Dr. Lin...Dr. Lin said." "Since Dr. Lin said that myocardial infarction can be completely cured, there will be absolutely no problem!" Before Lin Yi finished speaking, Dean Zang beside him patted his chest and made the most sincere guarantee to the phone and Lin Yi. Dean Zang not only didn't have the guts to question the prescription of Mr. You's master, but he was almost regretting it... "A new prescription? Xiao Zang must send me a copy..." "Mr. Lin, please ask Xiao Zang to help me pay more attention to it. If there is any problem, be careful that the old man will turn his face against you..." After chattering for a long time, Mr. You on the other end of the phone hung up the phone with a sense of regret. "That Lin..." "Buzz...Buzz...Buzz..." Dean Zang adjusted his mood and was about to express his apology to Lin Yi. The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated again. After seeing the name displayed on it, Dean Zang's face suddenly became solemn and he immediately pressed the answer button...