In one day, Yan Murong completely became an otaku, except for chatting with Hua in the room, that is, sleeping, and even calling to send three meals to the room.

He needs to think, think about how to deal with the things at tomorrow's TCM conference.

I don't know who will come to this TCM conference, but the only thing that is certain is that the three major TCM families in China have now become the two major TCM families, the Zheng family, which is over.

was lying on the bed in a daze, and the sound of the door opening came from outside, and then, Hua Cuo pushed the door and walked in.

"Damn, boss, are you going to die in the hotel?" Hua said jokingly. "Autumn is here, the flowers are gone, the leaves are yellow, but the beauties on the street are still dressed very coolly, you should move a small Mazha and go to the street to see the beauties."

"I don't have that idleness." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Yes." Hua Wrong nodded in agreement. "You have one at home, and there are several outside, so I guess you're a little aesthetically tired now."

"Hey, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." Yan Murong said arguedly. "Although we know each other very well, I can also sue you for slander."

"Cheng, can't I say it if I don't say it?" Hua Cuo didn't mind, smiled, and said. "My grandfather wants to see you."

"Huh? Your grandfather is here? Yan Murong asked strangely. When did it come? ”

"What do you say?" Hua Wrong is a little crying and laughing. "When I left in the morning, I saw you here in a daze, and at noon I took my grandfather back and asked you to go to dinner, but you didn't say you wouldn't go - you look out the window, it's getting dark."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Yan Murong hurriedly admitted her mistake, jumped up from the bed, put on her shoes, ran into the bathroom to wash her face, and asked. "What is your grandfather doing when he sees me?"

"How would I know." Hua Tso shrugged his shoulders and said. "He didn't tell me, just let me come to you, but it should be related to tomorrow's Chinese medicine conference."

When the two took the elevator to the luxury suite on the top floor, Old Man Hua was sitting on the sofa looking at the book, Yan Murong had a good look, glanced at it, and saw the three big characters "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" on the book cover - there were three small hardcover versions next to it. Then, then, at the bottom, there is a special price, twenty dollars and eight.

"Murong is here, sit." Old Man Hua put down the book in his hand and motioned for Yan Murong to sit down. "There's no good tea in the hotel, so I won't entertain you."

"It's okay." Yan Murong smiled, said that he didn't mind, and asked. "Old man, do you have something to do with me?"

"Can't I see you if I'm fine?" Old Man Hua smiled. "I can see the changes in this year, and I am very satisfied-these are all your credits, and I still want to say thank you for it."

"That's a big deal." Yan Murong hurriedly waved his hand. "Old man, Hua Cuo has any achievements, he got it on his own, I didn't teach him anything, I didn't give him anything, I just provided him with a platform, what he can develop into, it depends on himself."

"Okay, then don't talk about it." Old Man Hua smiled, pointed to the discounted hardcover version of "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" on the coffee table, and asked. "What do you think of this book?"

"Fool the uninitiated." Yan Murong said.

"Oh? Why? Old Man Hua became interested, looked at Yan Murong and asked. Tell me, how can this book fool the uninitiated? ――I just read it, and it's all in the vernacular, so it's easy to understand, and it's very suitable as a textbook. ”

"It's easy to understand – but it's also superficial." Yan Murong said. "If you don't study it, you won't be proficient -- Zhang Zhongjing spent five years writing a treatise on typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, but we can read it in a few days. It doesn't matter if you read it, the important thing is that you understand it definitely not deep enough. ”

"Have you seen the original?" Old Man Hua asked.

"Yes." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "But it's definitely not left by Zhang Zhongjing, it's just a handwritten manuscript that has been handed down, and the whole ancient text is on it, at first I just memorized it, and it took me a year to completely recite it without getting stuck, and I found that I could only recite the words, but I didn't understand the meaning, so it took me another year to understand and verify - old man, you say, this writing is so easy to understand, is it good or bad?"

"I see what you mean." After a short silence, Old Man Hua said solemnly. "Indeed, if you don't study it, you won't be proficient, the more simple and straightforward things are, the fewer people will study them, and if you study less, you won't be proficient. If you don't master it, you can't apply it proficiently. If you can't use it proficiently, you'll be surpassed by others—"

"You say, is there any salvation from Chinese medicine?" Old Man Hua looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Save." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"How to save it?" Old Man Hua asked.

"Help yourself." Yan Murong said. "Only we can save ourselves, and we can never count on others."

"Self-help?" Old Man Hua asked suspiciously. "What's the way to help yourself? What are your thoughts? Speak up and listen. ”

"The idea is a little bit, but it's going to be said at tomorrow's TCM conference."

"Haha, it seems that you are bound to win the position of president of the Chinese Medical Union?" The old man laughed. "It's okay, now that the Zheng family is gone, the Li family is weak, and even if you want to, you can't jump up - don't worry, I will support you at the Chinese medicine conference tomorrow."

"Don't you participate in the wrong flowers?" Yan Murong asked.

"Him?" Old Man Hua shook his head. "He wants to participate in the Chinese medicine conference, but the position of the president, he still shouldn't follow it. I know how many pounds and taels he has, and he can cope with the general situation -- he can't hold it after the big situation. ”

This old man is quite trendy, or he thinks psychologically.

"Grandpa, I'm your own grandson, but I didn't give it to you for phone bills." Hua Cuo looked depressed. "How can you say that I am useless?"

"I'm telling the truth." Old Man Hua smiled. "Compared to Murong, you are indeed too far behind - if I didn't hit you, it is estimated that the Li family's kid's medical skills are better than yours."

“――”

Although Mr. Hua said that he was not hitting him, he was still hit hard, but he never complained.

Indeed, he really didn't pay much attention to Chinese medicine before, but he was born in a family of Chinese medicine, even if he didn't study, he only watched it from the side for more than 20 years, and he made a small achievement when he took it out alone.

"What--Grandpa, do you have anything else?" The wrong flower changed the subject. "If you're okay, I'll go out with Boss Yan first."

"It's okay."

"Alright, let's go." Hua Cuo was not lightly hit, and he urgently needed a bottle of beer to comfort his injured heart, pulled up Yan Murong, and ran away without saying a word.

PS: I can't stand it, take a nap, go for an infusion in the afternoon, it's all about to collapse. There are two more, and I will change them when I come back after the infusion!