Nowadays, steamed buns are usually made of sorghum noodles mixed with some corn flour or other mixed grain noodles. If you bite it, it will be full of scraps.

The sweet potato noodles are relatively sticky. If you add a little more sweet potato noodles into the steamed buns, it will not be as fragmented as it is now and the taste will be better.

Of course, you should not add too much sweet potato noodles, otherwise you will be heartburn if you eat too much sweet potato.

Many people who have come from that era have said that they will never bring greed if they don’t eat sweet potatoes in their entire lives.

Even some people who are injured in food will feel sick and repel acid when they smell sweet potatoes.

In fact, it is also a happy thing to be able to eat sweet potato noodles until next year.

Because, according to Zhang Yan’s history, starting from next year, the rice noodle steamed buns and sweet potato noodles have become good things, and many units’ canteens have begun to supply grain-selling buns.

As mentioned earlier, it is a steamed steamed bun with corn stalks, corn bones, and wheat straw.

The bark of the elm trees in the countryside was stripped out.

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After Zhang Yan finished his meal, he rode his bike to Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Today he still has classes.

When Zhang Yan rushed to Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he happened to meet Dean Lu.

"Director Lu!" Zhang Yan greeted the other party with a smile.

"Director Zhang, such a coincidence! There is still some time left before class, let's talk?" Dean Lu invited.

"Okay!" Zhang Yan nodded with a smile.

Zhang Yan followed Dean Lu to his office.

President Lu enthusiastically brewed a cup of tea for Zhang Yan, "Director Zhang, I am not as good as you. I don't have good tea, so I can drink some."

"Director Lu was joking! If you don't have good tea, then who would dare to say that your tea is good in the entire Beijing traditional Chinese medicine circle?" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Haha, I have all given this little tea to me by the old leaders! If President Zhang likes it, take some back and taste it." President Lu said with a smile no longer modestly.

As a medical consultant in Haizili, President Lu naturally has good cigarettes and good tea.ωωw..net

Zhang Yan took a sip of the best Dahongpao, slowly savored it, and waited for Dean Lu to speak.

This tea is better than the system rewards him.

"Director Zhang, your daily running back and forth is also delaying your work. It's better to put your training class in our school.

In this way, you don’t have to run away from each other.” President Lu suggested.

"Director Lu, I'm still young, it doesn't matter if I run back and forth. As for putting the training class in our school, I don't think it's a good decision.

I was giving lectures in the hospital, and I would be able to solve any emergency situations.

But if it is placed in our school...

When you and Director Liu were there, it was a good idea, and I would be relieved if you were there.

But when you are not in the hospital, there is an emergency. What should you do?" Zhang Yan simply rejected Dean Lu's suggestion.

Of course, Zhang Yan's words were not completely blocked.

By the way, he dug a hole for Dean Lu.

It depends on how Dean Lu chooses.

"This..." Dean Lu pondered, not knowing how to answer this question for a moment.

He naturally understood Zhang Yan's subtext. If you want to move the training class to school, it's OK, but you and Liu Duzhou have to push it up on me in the hospital.

But the problem is that he and Liu Duzhou themselves have a lot of things to do, so how could they go to Red Star Hospital? Even if they take turns, they would not be able to do it.

Now he has one day and Liu Duzhou has the limit.

Zhang Yan was not in a hurry, leaning against the sofa, holding the tea and slowly savoring it.

"Director Zhang, we really can't find time here. Why don't I introduce you to a few powerful Chinese medicine doctors?"

"Okay! I dare not ask for a master of national medicine like Dean Lu. As long as you can be half of your level, it is enough!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Their level is not worse than mine, and now they are working in various traditional Chinese medicine hospitals.

I'll contact you to see if I can take some time to go to Red Star Hospital for a day every week."

"Of course it's good! I can't ask for so many national medical masters to go to our Red Star Hospital for treatment." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Then what I mentioned before to move the training class to the school?" Dean Lu asked with a smile.

"Director Lu, I think there is no need to be such trouble.

It's already March now, and there are more than two months left before fresh graduates can go to the hospital for internship.

You want me to take them, but you also want me to give full-time lectures in school!

I am really too clone!" Zhang Yan said with a wry smile.

Only then did President Lu remember that he had discussed with Zhang Yan before that in June, he arranged for interns to go to Hongxing Hospital for an internship, so that Zhang Yan could take good care of the area.

He brought Zhang Yan to the school, and the intern went to Hongxing Hospital. Who will take the intern?

If someone else takes it, why should they spend so much trouble?

What they value is Zhang Yan's ability to teach.

I hope that with the help of Zhang Yan's ability to lead their apprentices, I can take on the responsibility as soon as possible after graduation, like Zhang Yan's apprentices.

The results of a school are not only about how many students you teach, but also how many achievements the students graduated from you have achieved.

After being assigned to various hospitals, the students in the school quickly took on the responsibility, which was a real result for Dean Lu and others.

Therefore, Dean Lu attaches more importance to fresh graduates.

President Lu couldn't help but smile bitterly, it was really impossible to have both fish and bear's paws.

"Director Lu, please help me contact a few old Chinese doctors to visit our hospital for treatment. Don't do too many, as you can guarantee one per day.

In this way, I can bring another course and teach students about medicinal materials." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Anyway, there are already four major classes now, which is four afternoons, and Zhang Yan doesn’t care about two more afternoons.

This era is still six days a week.

It took two afternoons to exchange for seven old Chinese doctors to come to Hongxing Hospital for treatment. No matter how you calculate it, it was Zhang Yan's profit.

It seems that Zhang Yan is even more tired after taking one more course, but in fact, there are seven old Chinese doctors who go to Red Star Hospital for treatment, which can save Zhang Yan a lot of worry.

His apprentices also have access to more medical theories, which is very helpful in broadening their horizons.

At the level of President Lu, everyone has formed their own medical theory or diagnosis and treatment theory.

More contact will not harm the growth of apprentices.

What's more, he taught at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which happened in the past few months. After June, he would go to the hospital to help lead the interns.

After a period of running-in, it would be too low if Zhang Yan could not keep a few old Chinese doctors.

After Zhang Yan left, Dean Lu sat on the sofa and always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say something was wrong.

Zhang Yan was in a happy mood to teach the students two afternoon classes, and there was no rest in between. He directly taught two classes and taught a lot of useful information.
Chapter completed!