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For most of these old people who can temporarily control their illness and come here to see a doctor without spending money, Han Ankang also follows his grandfather's teachings. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) The doctor is benevolent, anyway, it takes a little effort to get a needle and massage, and it doesn't cost much. They are all villagers who dare to say that there is no difficulty that day, and the good fruits planted today will always be harvested one day.

This is the medical technique that Old Man Han passed on to Han Ankang!

Looking at Wu Sanshan, who looked very embarrassed every time he came over, Han Ankang said very gently: "Uncle, how many times have I told you, if you are uncomfortable, you will come." Every time you say that, you're embarrassed to say it. It's just two needles and a few pushes, and it doesn't take much time. Have you been working in the field again these days?

I remember I told you, you are an old problem, you can't soak in water for a long time, why can't you remember? Come, go and lie down on the couch, and I'll give you a needle now." However, in the future, you really have to work less in the field, otherwise no matter how old you are, it will be difficult for you to walk when you get painful! ”

Knowing what kind of temper the old man in front of him was, Han Ankang carefully comforted him, and quickly got up from the chair he was sitting on. rolled up Wu Sanshan's trouser legs, revealing the calf joints that hurt every time he got sick. Just when Han Ankang was about to take out the silver needle left by his grandfather and carry out the previous acupuncture treatment, some treatment methods that came to his mind suddenly stopped.

Looking at the several acupuncture methods and traditional Chinese medicine decoctions that appeared in his brain, which could cure this stubborn disease of rheumatoid arthritis, Han Ankang also felt that when he saw these villagers, he really had to look through the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine that suddenly appeared in his brain, what was going on. If you are always frightened and deceived like this, sooner or later you will be scared out of mental illness.

With a bitter smile in his heart, Han Ankang quickly skillfully pierced six silver needles into the front and back of Wu Sanshan's calf joints. After the needle was pricked, Han Ankang began to slowly massage Wu Sanshan along the soles of his feet. When Wu Sanshan felt a little tingling in his joints, as the pain of massage gradually disappeared, the expression he was holding just now also relaxed.

It wasn't until Han Ankang saw beads of sweat on the joints of his calves that he knew that Wu Sanshan's illness was temporarily under control today. If Wu Sanshan can obey the doctor's advice and not work in the field, I believe that if he is treated this time today, he will be able to manage it for ten days and half a month. If you don't listen to the doctor's advice, you will go to work in the paddy fields after you are well, and you will probably come again in two days.

Knowing that this old man was an idle person, Han Ankang put away the silver needle and instructed as usual. Regarding Wu Sanshan's character of promising to be good, but turning around and not being able to sit still and work in the field, Han Ankang didn't have much to say. After all, although the old man in front of him is over sixty years old, he may not be able to keep up with the degree of work in the fields.

Such a labor force, even his son is probably not going to let go. Anyway, in the eyes of Wu Sanshan's son, the sick man can go to the Han family at most, and he doesn't have to spend money to get immediate results, just like finding a full-time doctor. Over time, Wu Sanshan's son did not stop his father from strongly asking to work in the field.

This situation is not only Wu Sanshan's family in Huilong Village, but also in the homes of other people who are difficult to cure old diseases. So sometimes Han Ankang thinks that if he can't bear to leave for a while that day, without him as a full-time doctor, these old people will probably be a little more restrained!

Sending Wu Sanshan, who looked embarrassed, Han Ankang continued to receive the next patient who sought medical treatment. Except for some patients who prescribe medicine and charge some costs, most of the people who come to Han's infirmary every day don't have to spend a dime. If it weren't for the fact that Han Ankang was now full of food and the whole family was not hungry, he wouldn't even be able to eat in the morning and evening when he opened an infirmary.

For the last child with a cold, a pair of Chinese medicine was prescribed for the parents of the children to go back and fry it for the child, and today's consultation was over. Looking at the room clock, it was already past twelve o'clock at noon, Han Ankang went into the kitchen, fried the side dishes sent by two villagers, and simply solved the problem of lunch.

Although many villagers in this neighborhood come here for no cost. But the villagers are real, every time they get sick, the villagers will bring some of their own specialties and send them to Han Ankang. So much so that now the Han family, where Han Ankang is left alone, doesn't have to worry about eating.

After lunch, seeing that no patients came to the door, Han Ankang washed the medicinal materials that he collected on the mountain yesterday, and the medicinal materials that needed to be dried in the sun, and the medicinal materials that needed to be sliced and dried again, took out the knife left by his grandfather, and skillfully cut these medicinal materials into small pieces of medicinal materials. Then continue to put them on the drying board in the yard and dry these medicinal materials, so that the next time someone dispenses medicine, they will not delay the treatment because of the lack of a certain medicinal material.

Only some unknown Chinese medicinal materials picked along the way down the mountain in the morning, because Han Ankang did not know whether these prescriptions were really effective for the time being. Therefore, they can only be planed out according to the pharmacological knowledge that appears in their minds and put aside for separate storage.

As for the ginseng that almost killed him yesterday, after cleaning it, Han Ankang deliberately put it in a safe place to dry it and see the sun. Han Ankang, who has not thought about exchanging money for this superb ginseng that is difficult to buy for the time being, naturally wants to dry it and store it for later use.

After finishing this qiē, Han Ankang, who had a rare leisure, took out the wild chrysanthemum tea that he usually picked in the mountains and brewed it. Holding a teapot and holding a medical book collected by his grandfather, he lay in the yard and leisurely played in the afternoon. For this kind of lazy but free life, it is also one of the reasons why Han Ankang is willing to return to the village to become a village doctor.

The worldly fame and fortune in the eyes of others may be deeply affected by his grandfather's idle and wild crane-like life, and Han Ankang, who is only twenty-three years old, treats people like an old man in many cases. He likes the harmonious atmosphere in the village and the villagers, and he also likes to see the relaxed smile on the face of every patient who walks out of his infirmary.

Even when he was studying in college, in addition to going out with a few friends in the dormitory for a time or two, Han Ankang's biggest interest was to read books in the school's reading library. So much so that after four years of college, even the younger students know that there is a senior in the school who is a nerd, and he can't be interested in anything other than reading.

When the dead friends in the dormitory all found a partner to live with each other at school, Han Ankang still looked at that leisurely, and he didn't have the idea of pursuing a girl to enjoy a love. When the brothers in the same dormitory thought he was cold, he sensibly expressed his belief in fate, and there would be a girl who belonged to him without pursuing fate. If you don't have the love you want, you will eventually leave him.

Moreover, when his grandfather died in his sophomore year, he decided to give up the opportunity to join various hospitals in the province and return to the village to inherit his grandfather's career as a village doctor and treat the people who raised him. Han Ankang, who knows that love is mostly based on material things these days, understands that with his choices and conditions, there will be no girl willing to follow him to live a poor life for a lifetime. Han Ankang, who already knew the result, how could he ask for trouble?

So much so that when classmates in the same grade sought to be placed in the hospital where they went to work during the graduation season, Han Ankang went to the library as always. This kind of behavior that can't affect his feelings except for books naturally earns him the title of a nerd, and after hearing this, Han Ankang can only smile slightly and never argue with others.

Moreover, in the rich medical books and classics in the university library, he learned a lot of Chinese medicine theories that his grandfather did not teach him. So much so that after returning to the village, many villagers felt that Han Ankang's medical skills were much higher than his grandfather's. And this qiē is the reason why Han Ankang learned in school and turned it into practical application after he came back.

As for what is better than blue, Han Ankang, who knows the breadth and profundity of Chinese medicine, has never felt that he will be a particularly experienced Chinese medicine practitioner. Being able to solve the usual minor problems for the villagers, he feels that he is more likely to be treated with reference to the experience of his predecessors, so there is nothing to be proud of.

He has read many of these medical books left by his grandfather countless times, but he has always felt that Han Ankang, who has always felt that 'learning from the past' in the medical books is very reasonable. Whenever I have time, I will re-read these medical books, refer to the experience accumulated in daily treatment, and compare them with the cases in the books, so as to improve the accuracy of diagnosis.

A famous doctor can cure people, and a quack doctor can harm people, which is very appropriate for Chinese medicine. These Chinese herbal medicines, which seem to have miraculous medicinal properties, are not understood by each other, and they are randomly mixed and handed over to patients to take. It can delay the disease, and at worst, it will cure death.

Han Ankang has always adhered to the principle of prudence in the practice of medicine, and does not prescribe Chinese medicine to patients without grasping the patient's condition. The purpose is that I don't want the medicine I prescribe with good intentions to turn into murderous poison in the end.

Just as he opened the medical books and read the cases in these medical books, a large amount of Chinese medicine knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind. While he couldn't help frowning, he also endured the blockage feeling that he wanted to pass out, waiting for the transmission of this stream of memories to be completed. When the blockage in his brain stopped, Han Ankang consulted the medical knowledge that appeared in his mind inexplicably, and finally understood why he fell from such a high cliff yesterday, and he still had no internal or external injuries at all.

It turned out that what he had guessed before was good, the blood-colored jade Buddha that could prove his background was really not an ordinary thing. Even for Han Ankang, who is engaged in traditional Chinese medicine himself, it is not too much to describe the blood-colored jade Buddha as a priceless treasure!