At this time, Tang Zongyuan's mood can be described as a monstrous wave, Lin Yuan has never even seen Xu Qingfeng, just by looking at Xu Qingfeng's picture scroll, he actually judged that Xu Qingfeng is seriously ill?

Tang Zongyuan still remembers it vividly at this time, when he went to Xu's house to get the painting, Xu Qingfeng was still happily teasing his little grandson, how could it be in the blink of an eye

At this time, Tang Zongyuan looked at Lin Yuan as if he was looking at a monster, but at the age of twenty-three or four, he actually had such a method, and even some medical masters did not necessarily have such a method.

At this moment, Tang Zongyuan couldn't help but be a little glad of his vision, yesterday he saw that Lin Yuan was extraordinary, so he was willing to make friends with a pair of Tan Yilin's works, but he was still a little hesitant at that time, and now it seems that his decision yesterday was simply a wise move.

Lin Yuan has such a means, even if his reputation is not obvious at the moment, he will definitely have a bright future, Tang Zongyuan can even foresee that in less than ten years, Lin Yuan will definitely become a famous doctor, occupy a place in the domestic medical community, and his achievements will even surpass the current Gu Senquan.

"How so?" Tang Zongyuan slowly came back to his senses, and his tone was a little lost: "Xu Lao is one of the few remaining Chinese painting masters in China at the moment, a great master, I didn't expect it."

"yes." Lin Yuan also nodded and said: "At present, there are fewer and fewer national players like Xiang Xu Lao in the country, and one less such a big player is a domestic loss." ”

With economic development, reform and opening up, the national economy is indeed improving, and people's living standards are also rising, but with the impact of Western culture, China's traditional culture has been greatly affected, not to mention stagnating, and even has begun to decline.

Chinese traditional culture, calligraphy, Chinese painting, medicine, etc., are the treasures of the Chinese nation for thousands of years, but at present there are very few people who really study these, not to mention anything else, just calligraphy, not to mention brush words, with the popularity of computers, some people throw away the keyboard, and even have a lot of words can not be written, not to mention Chinese painting, most of them have been replaced by foreign oil paintings, and at the same time, with the rise of photography, Chinese painting has begun to become unpopular, as for traditional Chinese medicine, the status is gradually declining, and now the major hospitals in the country, Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) occupies very little of the proportion.

When Lin Yuan was in school, he read a survey that during the Republic of China, there were about 800,000 Chinese medicine practitioners in the country, but in the early days of the operation, it had dropped to 500,000, and the current number of Chinese medicine practitioners on the job was only 250,000, and only a little more than 10 percent of these 250,000 people prescribed medicines, that is to say, there were only about 30,000 Chinese medicine practitioners who really used Chinese medicine ideas to treat diseases.

However, the number of Western doctors is rising, and the number of Western doctors in the early Republic of China was only more than 90,000, but now it has exceeded 3 million, which is a rapid development.

From the early days of the Republic of China to the present, China's population has grown from 400 million to 1.3 billion, but the number of Chinese medicine practitioners has dropped sharply from 800,000 to 250,000 at present, and the real Chinese medicine practitioners among these 250,000 people are only 30,000, which is shocking.

Many people may not feel it, but when they really see these numbers, they will find out what kind of decline traditional Chinese medicine has fallen, in addition to traditional Chinese medicine, calligraphy, Chinese painting and other traditional Chinese medicine culture is the same.

Tang Zongyuan slowly put away the scroll, looking cautious, Xu Qingfeng is seriously ill, and it is esophageal cancer, if nothing else, this painting will become Xu Qingfeng's last masterpiece, which is particularly precious.

After putting away Xu Qingfeng's scroll again, Tang Zongyuan took out a scroll again and slowly unfolded it, but this time he didn't have the previous interest, and he didn't make too many introductions.

Lin Yuan took a look at the picture scroll, and then solemnly put it away, Tan Yilin's works are still quite a small gap compared to Xu Qingfeng, but Tan Yilin is still young, more than ten years younger than Xu Qingfeng, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

"Doctor Lin, I won't send you, Old Xu is seriously ill, why do I have to go to visit." Tang Zongyuan sent Lin Yuan to the door, and said in a somewhat heavy tone.

"Well, rightfully so." Lin Yuan nodded, but he didn't say that he would go to Xu Qingfeng for treatment, Xu Qingfeng was in the advanced stage of esophageal cancer, and this disease was almost difficult to cure, and Lin Yuan was not arrogant enough to think that he could cure all diseases.

Tang Zongyuan also did not ask Lin Yuan to go for treatment, his thoughts were the same as Lin Yuan, Xu Qingfeng's illness was not an ordinary illness, and Lin Yuan did not have much effect, the most important thing was that Lin Yuan was too young, and it would be useless to go, and it would make people roll their eyes if they didn't do it.

Coming out of the Treasure Pavilion, Lin Yuan went to the Furniture City in Jiangzhong City again, and ordered a set of medical cabinets and necessary furniture for the clinic.

The next day, Fang Xiaoya contacted Lin Yuan again, saying that the landlord had arrived and asked Lin Yuan to sign the contract.

The landlord is a middle-aged man in his 40s, named Liu Xiaofeng, a native of Jiangzhong, but now he is doing business in Shenhai, and now almost all the family has moved to Shenhai City.

Liu Xiaofeng is very talkative, with the natural eight-sided exquisiteness of a businessman, and when he saw Lin Yuan, he greeted him very warmly: "I heard that Miss Fang said that the person who rented the shop was a doctor who wanted to open a medical clinic, but I didn't expect it to be such a young doctor." ”

"I'm just doing chores, and the boss has someone else." Lin Yuan said with a smile.

"Hehe, that's also very good, the doctor in the hospital is not good at the moment, and it's comfortable to open a clinic by yourself." Liu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "And I can rest assured that I will rent the shop to you to open a medical center, unlike other businesses, there are many things." ”

After signing the contract, Lin Yuan proposed to invite Liu Xiaofeng to have a light meal, but Liu Xiaofeng politely refused: "Forget it this time, next time, if Mr. Lin comes to the deep sea in the future, remember to call me, this time I come back, I still have some things to do by the way." ”

"Okay, I'll be bothered then." Lin Yuan smiled and nodded.

After Liu Xiaofeng left, Fang Xiaoya gave Lin Yuan the key to the store, and Lin Yuan first went to the store to walk around, and then contacted the decoration company to start decorating the clinic.

For several days, Lin Yuan was in the clinic to instruct how to decorate, and before he knew it, five or six days had passed.

That afternoon, Lin Yuan was chatting with a few workers in the store, when he received a call from Tong Gensheng: "Doctor Lin, are you ready, tomorrow is Qiao Lao's birthday, we have to leave this afternoon, otherwise we won't be able to keep up with tomorrow's birthday gift." ”

"I'm ready, I'm waiting for Dean Tong to greet you at any time." Lin Yuan said with a smile, Qiao Runsheng is not from Jiangzhou, but from western Sichuan, and it takes three hours to fly from Jiangzhou to western Sichuan, so Lin Yuan knew that he would leave a day earlier, so he had already packed his things.

"Okay, then I'll pick you up." Tong Gensheng said with a smile, Lin Yuan said the address, then hung up the phone, and went back to the residence directly, and when he got his things, Tong Gensheng had already gone downstairs.

When he came to the entrance of the community, a black Volkswagen stopped on the side, the window was rolled down, and Tong Gensheng waved to Lin Yuan in the car.

Lin Yuan came to the car and found that Tong Gensheng was the only one, and there was no one else, so he opened the car door and sat down directly in the co-pilot.

"I've booked the ticket, and I'll take off in fifty minutes, and it should be more than seven o'clock in the evening when I reach western Sichuan." Tong Gensheng said to Lin Yuan while starting the car.

There is an airport in Jiangzhong City, and half an hour later, Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng arrived at the airport, boarded a plane to western Sichuan, and waited until they landed in western Sichuan, which was exactly half past seven in the evening.

It can be seen that when he came to western Sichuan this time, Tong Gensheng did not notify anyone, he came completely privately, in order to get in touch with Qiao's family, out of the airport, Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng stopped a car and went to a hotel near Qiao's house to stay temporarily.

"Lin Yuan?"

Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng got off at the door of the hotel and walked slowly towards the hotel, the two had just entered the hotel, a silver-white BMW stopped at the door of the hotel, and a young man about twenty-four years old in the co-pilot of the BMW was staring straight at Lin Yuan's distant back, his eyes were very complicated.

"What, Quan Ming, you know those two people?" A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man in the driver's seat looked at the young man in the passenger seat and asked with a smile.

"I know, why don't I know, this kid at school doesn't embarrass me." The young man in the co-pilot was none other than Lin Yuan's classmate Zhao Quanming, Zhao Quanming snorted coldly, and then said to the young man in the driver's seat: "Brother Jun, this western Sichuan is your territory, why do you have to help me vent my anger this time." ”

"What's that kid's coming from?" The young man in the driver's seat asked.

"There's no origin, it's just a rural county, and I'm just going to shoot directly because of the bad feelings." Zhao Quanming said.

"It's just a poor boy, don't worry, I'll leave it to me, I'll definitely help you out of this breath." The young man in the driver's seat nodded slightly, took out his mobile phone as he spoke, found a number and dialed it.

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