Mestre Nacional: Começando como Médico Tradicional em Consultório

"Xiao Zhang, go set up the electroacupuncture device."
"Xiao Zhang, go remove the fire cups."
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At twenty-five, Zhang Jing had been feeling rather stifled lately.

He had joined Mingde Hall Traditional Medicine Clinic almost half a year ago with his Physician's License. Yet, every day, he was still treated like an intern, constantly at the beck and call of others.

There were several times when Zhang Jing wanted to throw in the towel and quit on the spot.

But then he would think of the current suffocating competition for degrees. With only a regular bachelor's diploma, coming from a rural family with neither money nor connections, and his specialty being traditional Chinese medicine—a field with few available positions—finding a job that actually matched his profession was no small feat.

Reason told him he could not act rashly.

Though jobs were scarce and the pay for new graduates was meager, he had never considered changing careers.

To become a highly skilled and pure traditional physician had been Zhang Jing's obsession ever since the fifth grade. As for the reason, he had always buried it deep in his heart, never breathing a word to anyone.

During his five years at university, Zhang Jing studied diligently. Apart from the core courses in Western medicine and English, he consistently ranked at the top of his class in every traditional medicine subject.

A year after graduating, he passed the medical licensing exam with high marks.

Nevertheless, Zhang Jing knew full well tha