Chapter 409: Humble Love!

For a person in his last years, family affection is often more important than a qiē, even if he was once brilliant and admired by thousands of people, at the age of burying half of his body in the soil, he has become a cloud of smoke. If you can't see it, it can only be an old dead coffin, and the young man's head is white.

Ling Batian is a general, he has entered the Central Political Bureau, thinking that the Ling family was in the Forbidden City, it was also a venture capital for a while, the military and political worlds, calling for wind and rain, even the Long family and the Zhu family, who were the dominant in the capital, did not dare to try to get involved in Ling Batian. Over the years, after delegating power, in his heart, there was only the thought of his children. Unlike other bigwigs who have retired in their later years, Ling Batian has no ambition, but I was originally set to Mingyue, and others didn't appreciate it at all.

This time, if it wasn't for the eldest of the Ling family to call Ling Wing Chun, the old man Ling didn't mean to bother his daughter again, the original thing, what he did was also undignified, once for the glory of the family, Ling Batian did not hesitate to sacrifice his daughter at the expense, but because of that marriage, it was not only one person, but a generation.

"I'm sorry, father."

Ling Wing Chun didn't dare to raise his head, because the face with frosty temples was already old, and what was written on the old father's face was nothing but the traces of years eroded by decades of wind and frost. What happened back then, he couldn't complain about who was right and who was wrong, who made her his daughter? Ling Wing Chun doesn't complain about her father, she just feels that she has not fulfilled her filial piety, and her fault is more important than anything.

"I'm sorry, it's probably me, a bad old man, if it weren't for me, maybe you wouldn't have been forced to leave the Forbidden City."

Ling Batian sighed and muttered.

"Father, let the past pass, when I left the Forbidden City, it wasn't because of that incident, I left voluntarily."

Ling Wing Chun smiled, raised her head, Ling Batian gently stroked her daughter's gentle face with her calloused hands, a loving father has many defeated children, but the Ling family is silently carried by her as a woman. The Ling family has been suppressed over the years, and the old man Ling has been retired for four years, his status is transcendent, and Yu Wei is still there, but the situation of one generation is not as good as the next, but it is the sorrow of every wealthy family. The saying that the sky does not deceive people is true, but the evil of heaven can still live, and the evil of oneself cannot be lived, and there is no successor, and the Ling family is destined to be lonely in the big waves and sand, and become a stepping stone for other families to take the top.

Of course, if Ling Wing Chun is still there, the Ling family may not decline in the past 20 years, but will be more prosperous, but unfortunately, a qiē is just empty talk, after all, Ling Wing Chun has left, leaving the Forbidden City, and the hustle and bustle here is completely isolated from her. This time back, Ling Wing Chun is to keep the Ling family, if she didn't expect, the ** twenty years ago was just a prologue, the real big hero, brewing for decades, before gradually surfaced, the Ling family could only transfer her back in order to protect themselves.

"Your eldest brother, second brother, and third brother don't have your ability, otherwise, the Ling family would not have fallen into today's field."

Ling Batian said with a wry smile, his face was full of wrinkles, his face was full of vicissitudes, and at the same time, his face was full of melancholy.

"As long as I'm here, the Ling family won't collapse. I Ling Wing Chun was born as a Ling family, and died as a Ling family ghost. ”

Ling Wing Chun's eyes are like torches, the difficulties of the Ling family are her calamity, the mystery of Qiē, and the confusion of the past 20 years may be revealed step by step.

For Yang Yudi, Su Chen is still alive, which is the biggest belief in her life, when she was taken away from the slum by Xu Langkun, she has no relatives, Su Chen is a man she loves with all her heart, even if she ends up covered with bruises, she will not hesitate. Love, that's it.

Su Chen had a reunion dinner at Xu Langkun's house, and he was happy, the happiest thing was Yang Yudi and Xu Xuanyi, Yang Yudi also gave up her previous reserve, like a little daughter-in-law, staying by Su Chen's side without leaving, and Xu Xuanyi was much more stable, pretty, graceful and generous, she had a heart, but Su Chen and her could only be regarded as friends, that's all.

"On the tenth day of the first month, the postdoctoral supervisor of the National Hospital of the United States, Jenders. Howard, who is also a well-known Western medicine master in Europe, wants to come to Luoyang for academic exchanges, and invites people from all over the world, even the medical Shenghua Jianfeng, is also invited. The masters of traditional Chinese medicine are all present, and the purpose of this academic exchange is to discuss the contribution of traditional Chinese and Western medicine to modern science and technology and the role of medicine in the future. In recent years, traditional Chinese medicine has gradually declined, and it is difficult to breathe when he is suppressed by Western medicine, so he just wants to beat the water dogs, so that the world can see the difference and gap between Chinese medicine and Western medicine. I want you to check it out too. ”

Xu Langkun's face was solemn, looking at Su Chen, the rise of Chinese medicine is the responsibility of every Chinese medicine scholar, even the medical saint is also impressive, he naturally hopes that Su Chen can also go, and make a strong name for the Chinese medicine community. Howard obviously came prepared, and this time he invited the medical saint to discuss the medical Tao, which was already a clear statement.

"The predecessors of the medical saint have gone, I believe he will be able to provoke the beam, and the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has been inherited for 5,000 years, the civilization has a long history, the medical skills are exquisite, and the crown is unparalleled in ancient and modern, even if he has a three-inch tongue, what can he do? Can that Howard still reverse black and white? The rise of traditional Chinese medicine is like a bamboo, and no one can stop it. ”

Su Chen said.

"However, I still think that I am not sure about this seminar on Chinese and Western medicine."

Xu Langkun said worriedly. He has been engaged in the research of traditional Chinese medicine and the treatment of diseases and saving people all his life, although he has also dabbled in Western medicine, but in his heart, Chinese medicine is supreme, but the changes over the years have made him feel worried, and the rise of Western medicine is like a bamboo, which makes him frightened, and in some modern pathological research, it is indeed inseparable between Chinese and Western medicine, and the world's vision is different, whether Western medicine can really occupy the world, it is not known. At least this symposium on Chinese and Western medicine has attracted worldwide attention.

"I believe in the skills of the predecessors of the medical saint, the king of Chinese Chinese medicine, he is the only one, I believe that he has the ability to sit in the Chinese medicine community. A mere Western medical researcher is not enough to stump him. ”

Su Chen didn't think so, he actually wanted to go, Chinese medicine was his hobby, and it was also what he wanted to carry forward the most to cure diseases and save people, but now that his grandfather was in prison, he had to go to the rescue, and now during this time, he must take care of his injuries and be ready to fight at any time, he would rather believe it or not, before February 2nd, he can't have any mistakes, his purpose is only one to heal his injuries, improve his strength, improve his strength, or improve his strength!

"I hope so."

Xu Langkun said in a low voice, it is not that he distrusts the doctor Shenghua Jianfeng, but now the decline of Chinese medicine has become a trend, Western medicine takes advantage of the victory to pursue, that is, does not give Chinese medicine a way to live, this time it is also a salute before the soldiers, ready to carry out a revolutionary blow to Chinese medicine, Gianders has done enough publicity and momentum before coming to China, and its purpose is self-evident.

Xu Langkun failed to keep Su Chen because he was going to Emei Mountain, and Su Chen wanted to take Yang Yudi with him, but Yang Yudi refused. Su Chen gave her a deep hug, and in the middle of the night, the starry night set off and hurried to Mount Emei.

Standing at the door of the community, Yang Yudi silently looked back and said goodbye to Su Chen, and a trace of tears in her eyes couldn't help but burst out.

"Why don't you go?"

Xu Xuanyi was a little puzzled, if it was her, she would definitely go, what an indescribable happiness to be able to wait by the side of her loved ones, not to mention that they were newly married.

"I don't want to be a burden to him, as long as I know that he is alive, it is enough, I will wait here for him to come back, wait for a day, wait for a year, ten years, and I will not get bored." Yang Yudi smiled brightly and seemed to be extremely happy.