"You said you want to study Chinese medicine in the future?"

Professor Wang stared at Yuan Lang's eyes solemnly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Aunt Wang, who was holding the dumplings and feeding them with a bottle, also made a move, her eyes were complicated, and then she lowered her head and stared at the dumplings quietly to drink milk.

Hu Lijuan's father, who came with Yuan Lang, also wanted to say something, "Lao Wang, you..."

Professor Wang waved his hand and waited earnestly for Yuan Lang's answer.

Yuan Lang looked at the faces of several people very strangely.

Just now, everyone said that they were laughing very happily, and Dad Hu mentioned that Yuan Lang did not forget to continue to study after work, and participated in the college entrance examination, and the results of the exam were quite good.

As he spoke, he kept praising her with a thumbs up.

High-level intellectuals like them are deeply aware of the importance of reading.

When the two husbands and wives of the Wang family heard this, they were even more impressed by Yuan Lang.

Professor Wang casually asked, "Where did you fill in the volunteers?"

"Kyoto University of Traditional Chinese Medicine...."

As soon as this sentence fell, the atmosphere at the scene immediately froze.

And then the scene above happened.

Yuan Lang replied honestly: "Yes, I want to learn." ”

"Why?" Professor Wang held his breath, his tone showing extreme caution, as if the answer in Yuan Lang's mouth was very important to him.

Why?

Because of liking or because of interest?

No, these are not the most important, the most important thing is because of the inheritance....

Yes, she doesn't want the ancient medicine of China for thousands of years to go down like this.

Because she knows that in the later generations of Western medicine, there are fewer and fewer young people who are willing to learn Chinese medicine, and there are only a few successors of the older generation, and there will be a fault in the middle, and many empirical diagnoses may disappear, or wait for the next rise, and will repeat a lot of crooked paths.

Maybe she doesn't want things that are obviously her own country to flourish in other countries, and even Chinese people want to use herbs to import them from abroad....

Too much extravagance.....

Everyone has a Chinese soul in their hearts.

She has been working hard in silence, trying hard enough to give herself a choice.

Yuan Lang, who wanted to understand, said to Professor Wang sonorously: "I think I can carry forward Chinese medicine in the future...."

"You're not afraid of being questioned, you're not afraid of being misunderstood, and more importantly, you're not afraid of the doctor-patient relationship?"

Professor Wang still had a smile on his face, but compared to just now, Yuan Lang seemed to see a look of satisfaction in his eyes?

Yuan Lang was silent, she couldn't answer these questions, and it was too simple for her to think before.

Ask yourself, if it really involves herself, can she still treat and save people without hesitation?

Maybe... She couldn't do it.....

Professor Wang was not staring at Yuan Lang at this time, but began to speak to himself with a strange look.

That look may have reminiscence, may have chagrin, or may have hatred and regret.....

"In fact, everyone doesn't know that my old father is an old Chinese medicine doctor, he was sent by his family to seek medical treatment when he was more than ten years old, and he spent three or four years helping the master to do rough work, from going to the pharmacy to move medicines, cutting medicines and slowly being able to give medicinal materials for simple processing and processing.

Three or four years later, the master gave my father three books, "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", "Jin Kui", and "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", but he didn't explain the books when he gave them, but just let them memorize.

memorize all the contents of the book.

During the day, he endorsed books, copied the medical cases of the master's medical treatment at night, and when there was a patient, he helped to take the medicine while watching the master treat people.

Sometimes, when Master is happy, he will explain the method of distinguishing and seeing a doctor and some pharmacological soups and pulses on the case. And then it took seven years until I got out of school. ”

Professor Wang turned his head to Yuan Lang solemnly and said: "I tell you this, just to let you know that Chinese medicine is not so easy to learn, my father spent ten years, are still only an apprentice, although today's discipline seems to be more rapid and systematic, but the seedlings cultivated in large quantities are only half-baked level, which is also one of the fundamentals of the world's people who do not believe in Chinese medicine." ”

"If you want to learn, then you have great perseverance....."

Yuan Lang's heart sank, and he was about to speak, but Professor Wang lowered his head and said in an extraordinarily deep voice: "And you may not be able to understand that traditional Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, it is simple and intuitive, and dozens of antibiotics and hormones can cure many diseases at one time.

Syndrome differentiation in TCM is too difficult. ”

"A careless, a little slight difference can lead to a difference in the effect, a little less medicine is useless, more is fatal. Treating the sick and saving people is trembling, maybe you still need to face the patient's bad words, incomprehension and slander, are you prepared for these?"

"If you are not mentally prepared to face all this, I advise you to choose another major or change to Western medicine. ”

Professor Wang said so much, it seems that Yuan Lang is preventing him from choosing the specialty of Chinese medicine, and even Lao Hu, who has worked with him and is a neighbor for decades, can't quite understand the purpose of Professor Wang's words.

Aunt Wang, who was still sitting quietly on the side, said something heaven-shattering.

"My father-in-law was beaten by the patient's family who had lost his mind because of the extra medicine, and he died when he came back that night. ”

Speaking of the old father, Professor Wang still can't let go, "In fact, my father's dialectical thinking was not wrong, and it was only later that I learned that the patient did not listen to the doctor's advice and ate the food that clashed with each other without authorization, which pitied my old father..."

After that, I put away all the things he left behind, changed to other majors, and moved to this small county town, where I lived for decades. ”

After hearing this, there was only sigh left on everyone's faces.

"So it's not me who is alarmist, you girl's family, isn't it easy to learn something else?"

And these words made Yuan Lang firm in her thoughts, she still wanted to explore this charming and magnificent world.

Seeing that Yuan Lang was still unmoved, and even in the face of his repeated inquiries, Professor Wang's attitude gradually became firmer, nodded slowly, turned back to the bedroom, and took out four books that were covered with dust and even some missing corners.

I wiped it a little with a dry towel and put it in front of Yuan Lang, as if it was the three books "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", "Jin Kui" and "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing" mentioned by Professor Wang before, plus a book full of notes.

Professor Wang's eyes were fixed on the books, with a reluctant face, "These books were left by my father, and after his accident, I wanted to burn them all in anger, but then I regretted it, and quickly snatched them back from the fire, and I can keep them for a thought." ”

Professor Wang picked up the thick notebook, "Especially this one, which records the cases that my father encountered from the time he left the school until he had an accident, as well as some of his long-term experience. ”

"It's useless for me to keep it, I'll give it all to you....."