It is precisely because of this that Uncle Wang is willing to accept Zhang Ai's disciple unconditionally.

In the final analysis, no matter how high the medical skills are, if they can't be passed on, they will be empty, so seeing Uncle Zhang's serious and slightly sincere face at this time, Zhang Ai couldn't help but think in his heart.

It doesn't hurt to say that there is no harm in learning more techniques, but I'm afraid that the front foot has just been promised, and the back foot is like in the movie, of course, there is no charge for learning Chinese medicine.

However, in order to help and support more people to learn Chinese medicine, this money is not for me, but for those who really want to learn Chinese medicine!

Then he really has a hard time, but looking at Uncle Wang's sincere appearance, Zhang Ai is not a victim paranoia, and besides, he has nothing to deceive him.

"Uncle Wang, the water of Chinese medicine is too deep, can I learn it now, I have only made some Chinese patent medicine, but I can't even touch the threshold of Chinese medicine. Zhang Ai thought about it and said what was in his heart.

Uncle Wang, on the other hand, pondered for a while, and after a while, said, "If you want to study Chinese medicine, it's best to start learning from the master's side at the age of six, but it's not too late to start learning now." ”

When Zhang Ai heard this, he was slightly happy, according to what Uncle Wang said, then he still has a chance to start learning Chinese medicine now, and he will open a small clinic or something after completing his studies in the future.

"Uncle Wang, Nacheng, as long as you are willing to teach, I am willing to learn, do you want to do some apprenticeship ceremony or something, send a pig's trotter or something. Zhang Ai put his hand in his pocket and grabbed his wallet.

"No, no, there is not so much trouble, as long as you remember to be a teacher for one day and a father for life, remember not to insult the word Chinese medicine one day. Uncle Wang hurriedly replied.

"By the way, I have a book for you. With that, Uncle Wang walked to the counter and took out a slightly yellowed book from the drawer.

There are five big characters written on it, Acupuncture A and B Sutra.

Later, Zhang Ai Baidu learned that the original acupuncture A and B classics, also known as the Yellow Emperor's Neijing, were written by Huangfu Mi of the Western Jin Dynasty, with a total of 12 volumes and 128 articles, and were written in 282 AD.

It is the earliest existing acupuncture monograph in China, which combines theory with practice, and the book collection "Su Wen", "Acupuncture Sutra" (that is, the ancient name of "Lingshu") and "Mingtang Confucius Acupuncture and Moxibustion Treatment Essentials" III

The content of acupuncture and moxibustion in the book is compiled together.

Even if Zhang Ai has not yet learned about this book, just looking at the name of this book feels like a great thing.

The acupuncture and moxibustion A and B scriptures that Uncle Wang took out were just a thin copy, and Zhang Ai was about to open them to read them, but was stopped by Uncle Wang.

"I'll see it when I get home. After Uncle Wang stopped Zhang Ai's hand, he said with some inexplicable meaning.

Hearing this, Zhang Ai didn't have the idea of opening it anymore, but put the book away and asked, "Uncle Wang, such a good book, why are you willing to give it to me, although I look like a good young man." ”

Uncle Wang waved his hand, and on the grounds that he was still boiling Chinese medicine, he asked Zhang Ai to go first and come back to visit another day.

Zhang Ai had a trace of doubt, but he couldn't wait for Zhang Ai to ask, so he was "driven" out of the clinic by Uncle Wang.

Before leaving, Uncle Wang said to Zhang Ai earnestly, "I'm old, remember not to forget my original intention." ”

This last sentence made Zhang Ai even more foggy.

From Uncle Wang's intention to accept himself as an apprentice to the gift of acupuncture A and B Sutras, it only happened within half an hour.

Not only that, he and Uncle Wang had never met before, and if Uncle Wang accepted an apprentice, he could still understand it.

It's just that after giving myself a book, I let myself go right away, which seems a little strange.

Zhang Ai glanced back at the old Chinese medicine doctor, only to see that Uncle Wang had already closed the door at this time, and Zhang Ai hurriedly walked out of the alley.

After finding his little electric donkey, Zhang Ai placed his backpack in front of him and took out the acupuncture book A and B from the bag.

After taking a closer look, I thought to myself that this could not be some kind of cultural relic, or some kind of heirloom treasure.

And Uncle Wang is a thief who has disappeared for many years, especially his serious sentence "I'm old." ”

Is it an implication that he is old, and now he is not as good as he was back then, and he can't find a suitable seller, so for the sake of safety, he first hides this "stolen goods" in himself.

Thinking wildly, Zhang Ai hurriedly opened the book and glanced at it a few times, only to find that there was not even a word in the book.

This made Zhang Ai even more puzzled, what kind of trick was this Uncle Wang playing with him.

There is obviously nothing in this book, but Zhang Ai thought about it and thought of another possibility, a kind of bridge that is often played in movies.

It's the old routine of spies or some agents, a piece of clean paper, smeared with a special potion, or placed on a candle, and no word becomes a word.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it became, Zhang Ai hurriedly started his little electric donkey, and then drove back to the house he rented.

Under Zhang Ai's race against time with his life, it only took a while to arrive at his room, which was too small to be smaller.

After looking around, Zhang Ai really found a candle under the bed that was less than five centimeters left.

I remember that this was when the power went out, and I bought it for emergency, but fortunately it was not swept away as garbage at that time.

Zhang Ai took out a lighter from his pocket, lit the candle, and then thought about tearing off a page to try, but with a little force, Zhang Ai found that the thin yellow paper did not move at all.

No matter how much strength he had in his hands, he was still indifferent, and after Zhang Ai used his hands and feet and gnawed with his mouth for a long time, he finally announced his unconditional surrender.

This phenomenon aroused Zhang Ai's great interest, picked up the book, turned out a page and shone it in the sun, and could clearly feel the lightness of the paper.

However, no matter how hard you try, you just can't tear it off, even if you pour a glass of water on it, the paper is like wax, and the water is like dripping on the lotus leaf.

Zhang Ai was a little subverted by this book, it was just a book, why was it so difficult, and there was no word.

At this time, Zhang Ai saw the lighter on the table after he lit the candle, and wondered if he wanted to try to burn it?

Zhang Ai's heart was crossed, so he picked up the lighter and burned the book, and sure enough, as Zhang Ai thought, there was still no response.

God, it's really god, this broken book is still high-tech, if you want to say what kind of high-tech product this is, Zhang Ai is willing to choose to believe it.

But the key is that this book is from the hand of a little old man, is it possible that this Uncle Wang is a hermit master is not a big hidden in the city, is it possible that this year the world is not popular to enter the deep mountains and old forests, and it is popular to open a small broken clinic although it is high tech for people to play.