After massaged the patient who was being massaged, Fang Han smiled and said to the surroundings: "Okay, everyone will continue to line up for treatment. I still have to apply for a job, so I can't disrupt the order of others.

In fact, Fang Han really wanted to keep going like this.

At this moment, the experience value of basic massage techniques has reached 44,000. If this continues, you may be able to complete the task yourself in less than a month.

Of course, we should not be too optimistic. The initial skill point of each skill grows relatively quickly, and the slower it goes to the back.

You should know that Fang Han has never used many skills before. The ability to comprehend the first time he started is naturally the strongest, and he can also have more insights. But the closer he gets to the bottleneck period, the slower the perception.

Through the past few days of self-growth, Fang Han slowly discovered that the system actually has certain rules and can be found in the definition of skills. The divisions of primary, intermediate, advanced and masters are not so casual.

Traditional Chinese medicine has existed since ancient times. In the past, Chinese medicine practitioners mostly started with apprentices, picking medicine, boiling medicine, and drying medicine, and then basic theory. Only when they reach a certain level can they be qualified to diagnose patients. This was called the entry-level. At this time, apprentices still had to take the guidance of teachers to see a doctor, which is somewhat similar to the current hospitalist.

When the level reaches the point where you can respond independently, you can get a doctor. At this time, the level should be the primary level, which is similar to the current attending doctor.

In ancient Chinese medicine, there was a saying that the opening hall was held. This opening hall was not qualified by any doctor. Often, new clinics were opened, and the surrounding clinics often went to play the hall. Competition in the same industry was not something that only existed now. Without a few tricks, you could easily lose face by your peers. What kind of face do you have to open a hall at this time?

When the doctor reaches the level of opening a hall, his medical skills are at the point of entering the hall. At this time, you are also qualified to lead students. This is almost the advanced level of the system classification.

So what is a Grandmaster?

A master forms his own theory based on inheriting the experience of his predecessors, and can even establish sects. Medical experience can influence others. This is a master.

Every step of a doctor is not so easy to follow, and every stage has bottlenecks for each stage.

Sometimes when studying traditional Chinese medicine, it is really not just about being diligent and studious, but also about having insight. Without understanding, you will definitely not go far and you will not become a great doctor. This is also one of the reasons why traditional Chinese medicine people are difficult to cultivate.

"Okay, don't disturb the young man's job search. If the young man works here in the future, will everyone worry that no one will treat him?" Old man Sun said with a smile on the side.

"You are a full man and don't know that the hungry man is hungry." The person who didn't have a wheel was still a little unhappy, and someone pointed at Old Man Sun and scolded him.

Fang Han bowed to everyone and walked towards the old man in a white coat: "Hello, my name is Fang Han, I'm here to apply for the job."

The old man nodded and looked at Fang Han, while asking, "Have you studied before? Students from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"I am now internship at the Jiang Intermediate People's Court." Fang Han said.

"Intern at Jiang Intermediate People's Court?" The old man nodded with a smile: "Have you turned to the acupuncture and massage department? Are you following Xiao Ma or Xiao Yang now?"

“I am now internship in the emergency department.”

"Intern in the emergency department?" The old man was a little surprised. The massage level in the emergency department was so high. He thought Fang Han had been intern in the acupuncture and massage department for more than half a year. Even if he had achieved the level for half a year, it was surprising.

The old man touched his chin: "You are an intern at Jiang Intermediate People's Court. I have also seen it. It's very good, but I closed the door at less than 9 o'clock in the evening. Why are you here to work? The emergency department is very busy."

"Grandpa." The young nurse next to her panicked the old man, and she hoped that Fang Han would stay.

There was also a patient next to him, "Old man Yan, the young man's level is so high, it would be a pity if you miss it. I'll tell you, if you don't want this young man, we won't come in the future and go to Jiang Intermediate People's Court."

Mr. Yan was amused and crying. He really wanted to accept Fang Han. Who doesn’t like such a handsome guy with such a high level? But Fang Han still has to go to work. Most of the emergency department is twelve hours, and he has to keep on duty when he is busy. How can he accept it?

"Grandpa, why don't we start a night shift too? My sister's side is open until two or three o'clock in the morning." The young nurse held Mr. Yan's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Don't mention your sister to me." Old Yan snorted: "It's just a mess. Have you seen a few people come to treat me in the middle of the night? Most of me are old men and ladies here, so don't sleep? Who's the one who bumps into me in the middle of the night?"

Fang Han was also a little depressed. He just wanted to improve his skills. There were a variety of patients in the emergency department, so it was impossible for him to give each patient a needle and massage. But the old man was right. Who would massage the acupuncture in the middle of the night? Should he go to Jiujiang Pavilion again?

Fang Han also realized now that the two families were indeed relatives, and the old man was very dissatisfied with the opening of another granddaughter Jiujiang Pavilion.

"Or why do you have time to save me and help me, as long as I don't close the door." Mr. Yan thought for a moment, touched his chin and pondered: "It's just this salary."

"I can't ask for a salary." Fang Han said hurriedly.

"You don't want a salary?" The old man was stunned: "You don't want a salary, what are you trying to do?"

Mr. Yan’s Jiujiang Hall is not the acupuncture and massage parlors selling dog meat with sheep heads hanging on it. He is very professional here. Those who can work here are not novices. He has two brushes under his hands. Take the current treatment rooms of the clinic for example. There are five people in total, and three of them are students he brought out. Interns who started the internship or students from medical schools are not very willing to ask for them. If he hadn’t seen Fang Han’s level just now, he wouldn’t have said much to Fang Han.

"I just want to practice more hands and have more clinical experience." Fang Han said.

Mr. Yan looked Fang Han up and down again, and after looking for a while, he said, "Young man is amazing. There are really not many young people who can have such ideas now. No young people now see the immediate benefits. There are really not many people like you who are willing to learn skills after getting off work when you are intern in the hospital."

Fang Han didn't say anything. He felt a little guilty. He actually looked at the immediate interests, but he valued skills and tasks.

"Since that's the case, you can stay. I won't treat you badly. I will give you a commission according to the treatment, and a treatment will give you 30%."

"Thank you grandpa." Before Fang Han could say anything, the young nurse hurriedly thanked him happily.

Mr. Yan glanced at his granddaughter and had a headache again. Should he consider it again?

Wu Lei was woken up by the alarm clock, forced himself to sit up, looked at the upper bunk, and couldn't help but curse. There was no sign of Fang Han on the bed. Fang Han seemed to have not come back when he slept last night. If it weren't for the messy bed and someone had obviously slept, he would have suspected that Fang Han hadn't come back all night.

"Oh, life is impossible." Wu Lei complained while wearing clothes.

Someone spoke at the bed next to him: "I said Wu Lei, can you turn your alarm bell down? I've been woken up by you."

"You think I'm willing." Wu Lei said angrily.

"I said, what do you do every morning? You get up early and get up early. They are all interns. Your emergency department is so strict. You go to work at five or six every day?"

"It has nothing to do with the emergency department." Wu Lei complained while wearing clothes: "It's not Fang Han. He got up at four o'clock in the morning to go to the rounds, and he said how to learn practically and accumulate clinical experience."

"Bang!"

The bed next door sounded, and the person who was talking suddenly sat up.

"What are your nerves?" Wu Lei was startled.

The other party cried and said, "I was hit, I am so inferior and want to commit suicide."

"Ah" Wu Lei opened his mouth, why did he want to commit suicide? He was heartbroken?

I just heard the other party continue, "The other party is handsome and has a high level. The most important thing is that I still work so hard. As for me, I am not handsome, I am not as good as my level, and I am not as talented as my talent."

Wu Lei, who was wearing clothes, was also stunned for a moment. He suddenly wanted to cry and wanted to commit suicide.

It’s nothing if a person is more handsome than himself. He looks all given by his parents and cannot be chosen; he is smarter than himself and has talent, and it’s nothing if a person is more handsome than himself and has talent. He is very bad for a person’s genetics and his parents and cannot be chosen. He is better from his family than himself. He is not nothing if a person is better than his parents. But the problem is that he is more handsome than himself, talented than himself and diligent than himself. This is a big blow to people.

You are so smart and working so hard, how can you let the unwise live?

"I'm going to get up, too."

The intern on another bed also started to wear clothes, but halfway through, I was stunned. I went to the department now and seemed to have nothing to do. He was not Fang Han, so he really wanted to go to the rounds, and maybe he would be scolded.

Wu Lei had already put on his clothes, and he suddenly felt very energetic and was not sleepy at all. He could not compare with Fang Han. He could not lose to him diligence, right?

From now on, Fang Han got up at four o'clock, he would go to bed at three o'clock, Fang Han would go to bed at twelve o'clock, he would go to bed at one o'clock.

"It's going to die." Wu Lei suddenly felt a little discouraged. He was surprised, is Fang Han a robot? Isn't you tired?

Fang Han really doesn't feel tired. Now he only sleeps for three or four hours a day, and he is very energetic for a day. Not only is he energetic, but he is also not very sleepy. He is not very impatient for a day.

The ancients paid attention to practicing martial arts in the winter and practicing in the three nines of winter and in the summer. Proficiency in Baguazhang is not a juggling on the street. It is a real internal martial arts to strengthen the body and prolong life.

"Well, have you eaten spicy food during the day? You should eat less spicy food?" Fang Han diagnosed the patient's pulse and while reminding him, he subconsciously began to massage the patient along the patient's arm.

"Hiss, comfortable." The patient closed his eyes with pleasure: "Dr. Fang, will you come to check every day in the future?"

"Well, come every day." Fang Han nodded while massaged.
Chapter completed!