Chapter 51 Newbie
The north entrance of Xiaoshun Hutong is the grinding factory, and the south entrance is Xianyukou. Opposite Xianyukou, across the north-south Zhengyangmen Street in the middle, is the famous Dazhalan.

There was a ruin on Roushi Street where Wang Deming just passed by, which was Guanghe Building.

This was the former performance venue of the "Fuliancheng Society".

Peking Opera star Mei Lanfang first performed on stage at Guanghe Tower; Ma Lianliang, Tan Fuying and Qiu Shengrong learned opera at Fuliancheng Society since childhood and performed here.

But now seeing people coming and going and working on the ruins, it is probably going to be rebuilt.

"Creaky!" Wang Deming slammed on the brakes and stopped at the door of a Ruyi Gate. On the blue-gray walls on both sides of the door hung a vertical plaque: Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School, Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

The door was open and I could hear people talking and chatting inside, but when I looked through the doorway, I could only see a screen wall with a big "Shou" character written on it.

Lifting his bicycle up the steps and crossing the threshold, Wang Deming was about to find a place to park his bicycle when he heard someone shout, "Little boy, are you in the wrong place?"

When Wang Deming looked up, he saw a middle-aged man of medium height, round face and slightly fat, wearing a Zhongshan suit and glasses.

Seeing Wang Deming looking up at him, he added, "This is a traditional Chinese medicine school, not a place to train traditional Chinese medicine apprentices!"

Wang Deming smiled slightly and said, "Sir, I am here to study at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School."

"My master is Xia Xiwu."

"Oh, is this Xiwu's new apprentice? Why didn't you come with your brother?" As the voice was speaking, a middle-aged man came out from the Chuihua Gate. He was on the older side, around 50 years old, with gray hair.

Wang Deming knew that this person was obviously his master's friend, so he quickly propped up his bicycle, put his hands down at his sides, and replied, "I live on Gulou East Street, which is far from here."

"My master wanted me to continue my studies here, so I asked Dr. Ha Yumin for a place."

"Oh, Xiwu really cares about this little disciple!"

"I won't give up any benefit."

"Oh, I'm your master's sworn brother. My last name is Zhao, Zhao Bingnan." Zhao Bingnan, who came out of the Chuihua Gate, introduced himself and then introduced the middle-aged man to Wang Deming, saying, "This is Guan Youbo."

Wang Deming immediately showed respect. He had heard of these two people before. Mr. Zhao was one of the four great doctors of dermatology and surgery in Beijing.

Guan Youbo comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. In later generations, he had a nephew who was particularly famous: Guan Qingwei!

Wang Deming clasped his fists and bowed: "Hello, Uncle Zhao! Hello, Mr. Guan!"

"Well, come in with me," Zhao Bingnan waved his hand, "I'll introduce you to other people."

After Zhao Bingnan introduced them one by one, Wang Deming secretly had some guesses about this TCM training class. He was the youngest one in this TCM training class!
And I have no previous medical experience.

"This is Liu Duzhou!"

"Hello, Mr. Liu." Typhoid expert!
"This is Zhao Shuping's disciple, Yan Runming."

"Hello, Sister Yan." Gynecology expert!
"Who is this"

After the whole circle, to use a fashionable word: it’s star-studded!

In addition to the four famous doctors in Beijing, many well-known Chinese medicine doctors in Beijing are here.

"Our advanced school lasts for one year," Zhao Bingnan continued, "He Guanqing from Union Hospital, Zhang Zhu from Infectious Disease Hospital, and Du Wanheng from Beijing Intermediate Pharmaceutical School give us lectures."

"It mainly covers physiology, anatomy, bacteriology, pharmacology, as well as Western medicine clinical testing, diagnosis, and social sciences."

Zhao Bingnan paused and said, "Deming, study hard and you will know after a while."

At this moment, Wang Deming was so lucky that Ha Yumin actually sold his master's face. He was even more grateful to his master Xia Xiwu.

This person is truly like a teacher and a father!

After a while, Ha Yumin also arrived, followed by several middle-aged men. There was no introduction, and it was obvious that these students in the academy knew each other before.

He got straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth: "Today is the opening ceremony of our Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School. I am deeply honored to be recommended by everyone to serve as the principal. How dare I not be serious and conscientious!"

"Last year, our Chinese Medicine Association was commissioned by the Public Health Bureau to hold a preventive medicine class to learn about infectious diseases. We have already held an opening ceremony. So we will keep everything simple this time."

"I guess some of you have heard about the meeting held by the Public Health Bureau. In response to the strong requests of all students, we will open this TCM advanced training class again this year."

"Everyone knows the people behind me," Ha Yumin saw Wang Deming standing out among the middle-aged and elderly people. "Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't know them. You will know them after the last class."

"Because this is a refresher course, we used the textbooks from Dean He, Dean Zhang, and Dean Du's respective schools and re-edited them."

"I will do my best to teach everyone the basics of Western medicine within this year."

“The class starts every morning, with three hours of lectures and one hour of discussion.”

"Okay, let's start the class today!"

Ha Yumin was the first to walk into the main room.

The courtyard of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School is also a quadrangle, but the main house has five rooms, and there are no partitions in the middle, so all five rooms are connected.

In addition to the blackboard on the side wall, various Western medical anatomical diagrams are hung on the surrounding walls.

There were no tables inside, just a small board on the right armrest of the chair. We found a seat and the class began.

"Last year, we gained a preliminary understanding of several common pathogenic bacteria for use in epidemic prevention propaganda."

"Today we will start with Staphylococcus aureus. Its general shape is like this. In the culture medium, it is round and golden yellow. It is a Gram-positive bacterium."

"This bacteria is the culprit that causes high fever, high heat, diarrhea, vomiting, and ultimately death due to sepsis and septicemia after trauma."

"Today we are going to talk about the pathogenic mechanism of colds: Now we know that colds are caused by bacteria, viruses, chlamydia, mycoplasma and other pathogenic microorganisms."

"Today's anatomy lesson starts with the human skeleton. Now we all know that the human body has 206 bones."

Three hours passed in a flash. Each class was 45 minutes long with a 15-minute break in between. After bacteriology came pathology, and then anatomy.

Wang Deming felt helpless and embarrassed.

Unfortunately, this knowledge was too simple for him. He had studied Chinese medicine for 7 years in his previous life, but it was not what he wanted to learn. The embarrassing thing was that he did not bring any paper or pen. He had just changed into new clothes, and there was no pen in his shirt pocket.
He thought that the first day would be an opening ceremony, with leaders taking turns to come on stage to brag, and the whole morning would pass by.

Who would have thought, why do I feel like time is not waiting for me?
The elderly Chinese medicine doctors around me all listened attentively during the class and took notes furiously.

Only he lowered his body, fearing that he would be noticed. Fortunately, he chose the last row.
However, someone as outstanding as him will eventually be discovered.

Before the last hour of discussion began, Ha Yumin walked up to him and asked casually, "Deming, didn't you bring paper and pen today?"

"Why don't you ask other seniors to borrow one?"

Wang Deming scratched his head and stood up embarrassedly and replied: "Hey, Principal, I have carefully studied the Western medicine content that the teachers talked about today."

“I can’t say I have mastered it all, but I have basically mastered it.”

(End of this chapter)