Nima!

Make a fart with your body!

"Lao Tzu is not interested in men!"

Ma Xiaozhen looked at Xiao Liao, a classmate with a face of "great kindness and great virtue can only be promised with his body", and only felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't wait to fly up and kick it over.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy, I can't help it, I can't help it......" Xiao Liao replied with a smile.

"Ahem......"

Ma Xiaozhen cleared his throat, decided to ignore the obscene man in front of him, walked to Li Wuzhen with his hands behind his back, and asked:

"Who won this game?"

Li Wuzhen was silent for a while, and his face was full of gloom.

He wanted to deny it, and he wanted to use strong words. But this time, in front of everyone's eyes, he pierced the apprentice's whole body with a needle, and he couldn't even move a finger, while Ma Xiaozhen pricked it with a needle, but Xiao Liao jumped up and even danced a cheerful square dance.

This victory and defeat are clear and clear, no matter how much he doesn't have a bad tongue, there is no way to quibble no matter what.

After a long time, he sighed, his face was as dead as ashes, and he shook his head, but he did not say a word, and fell into silence.

Ma Xiaozhen looked at Li Wuzhen's gloomy face, suddenly stepped forward and said:

"If you don't speak, then I'll treat you as a towel. ”

Li Wuzhen sighed, bowed his head and was speechless.

Ma Xiaozhen said again: "Since you have already admitted defeat, then I will send you a poem." ”

He suddenly grabbed the pen and paper that Li Wuzhen used to open the prescription just now, and began to write.

Why did you suddenly write poems at this time? This forced pretending to be really fresh and refined?

The onlookers sighed with emotion in their hearts, and they all gathered around, wanting to see what Ma Xiaozhen had written.

Ma Xiaozhen splashed ink, his attitude was calm, his pen walked the dragon and snake, and he quickly finished the poem.

Everyone stepped forward and rushed to look at it, but found that a four-word poem riddle was written on the paper.

"The light bamboo shell is windproof, a red flower is hidden in it, and the cooked ground may need to be used for half a summer, and the raw land is in front of the car. ”

Among the onlookers, people with a little common sense of Chinese medicine have already seen that there are several kinds of Chinese medicine contained in this poem: weaving shells, parsnip, safflower, banxia, plantain, etc., which are put together, but it is a poetic riddle.

Everyone was at a loss, and they didn't understand why Ma Xiaozhen suddenly wrote this four-word poem riddle at this moment.

Everyone was confused in their hearts, but when Li Wuzhen looked at these four sentences, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body began to tremble.

Everyone was shocked when they saw his unyielding appearance, and secretly wondered if there was any mystery in these four sentences?

Ma Xiaozhen walked up to Li Wuzhen and said softly:

"After you have been a famous doctor for a hundred years, you don't want to specialize in medical skills and inherit the medical Tao of Great Xia. Instead, you only want to cling to the powerful and turn away patients who come to seek medical treatment, are you worthy of your grandfather's spirit in heaven?"

As soon as Ma Xiaozhen's words came out, Li Wuzhen was really struck by lightning, and his mind suddenly exploded.

Among all the people, only Li Wuzhen knows in his heart that the four lines of poetry riddles written by Ma Xiaozhen are written by his grandfather Li Dongming.

"The light bamboo shell is windproof, a red flower is hidden in it, and the cooked ground may need to be used for half a summer, and the raw land is in front of the car. These four sentences are a poetic riddle, and the riddle is the word "lantern".

Li Dongming has been hanging pots for decades, in addition to superb medical skills, what is more praised is noble morality, virtue and art, and it can really be called the five words "the heart of the doctor's parents".

He has been practicing medicine for many years, no matter the wind or rain, day and night, as long as a patient comes to consult, he will work tirelessly to diagnose and treat everyone. It is often the third watch who goes out in the middle of the night with a lantern and walks dozens of miles of mountain roads to diagnose and treat people.

Therefore, he used several flavors of Chinese medicine as a metaphor to write this poem with the riddle of a lantern. And before he died, he took this poetic riddle as a family motto and solemnly passed it on to his son. In order to warn his children and grandchildren that the sick live like a year, and as a doctor, you can't just want to be comfortable. As long as someone seeks medical treatment, they should work tirelessly, even if they have to carry a lantern, they must go to the clinic at any time.

After Li Dongming's death, his son was deeply influenced by his father, and he worked hard all his life to treat diseases and save people.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Wuzhentang quickly passed into the hands of Li Wuzhen.

This poem riddle, Li Wuzhen has memorized it well since he was a child, and engraved it in his heart, but this modern society is very different from a hundred years ago, modern medicine is becoming more and more developed, but seeing a doctor is also becoming more and more patterned and procedural, almost directly linked to monetary interests. Unconsciously, Li Wuzhen was deeply affected, and the family motto passed down by his grandfather gradually forgot to be clean, and slowly put the word "Li" first, but forgot the word "De" in the back of his mind.

The three medical competitions between him and Ma Xiaozhen, Ma Xiaozhen's medical skills were magical, and it was like giving him a slap in the face, which made him dumbfounded and confused. When his mind was in chaos, Ma Xiaozhen suddenly wrote this poem riddle that he had been familiar with since childhood, which was as deafening as a morning bell in an instant.

For a moment, Li Wuzhen only felt that his mind was clear, and he suddenly remembered all kinds of past events, and the memories of his grandfather and father who worked tirelessly for the sick people appeared in his mind like a movie. I also remembered that I had clinged to the powerful all these years and had a condescending attitude towards patients, and I was ashamed, terrified, and frightened in my heart......

However, this four-word poem riddle is obviously only known to his Li family, no matter how miraculous his Ma Xiaozhen's medical skills are, how can he know his Li family's family motto?

Thinking of this, Li Wuzhen's voice trembled, and he asked:

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

Ma Xiaozhen glanced at him and asked calmly:

"Who am I? what do you think?"

Li Wu was flustered in his heart, and suddenly remembered that Ma Xiaozhen said that he was his grandfather at the beginning, and his heart suddenly moved, and his face changed greatly.

This Li family's poetry and riddle family motto is only known to himself, not even a few apprentices. But this Ma Xiaozhen is right, is it ......

Is it really my grandfather's child, do you want to come and enlighten yourself?

Li Wuzhen's mind was in a panic, looking at Ma Xiaozhen in front of him, although he was dressed simply, he seemed to have a compassionate demeanor on his body, and in an instant, his grandfather's voice and smile were in front of him. Li Wuzhen was ignorant, and muttered to himself:

"Master...... Grandpa......"

As soon as he said this, the onlookers were amazed and gave a thumbs up.

"When you come out to mix, you have to be honest, if you say you lose, you will call grandpa, you will call grandpa, a manly man, it is really a mouthful of spit and a nail!"

"Although this Dr. Li's medical skills have been frustrated a little, he will practice what he says, and he can be regarded as a pure master. ”

The crowd of onlookers was amazed, and the scene burst into warm applause.

Only Li Wuzhen's chief disciple, Wang Fatzi, looked at Li Wuzhen with an incredulous expression, then turned his head to look at Ma Xiaozhen, and suddenly shouted:

"I can't help it, Master!"

Wang Fatzi said with a sad face: "You call him grandpa, I call him dad, this generation is a bit messy!"

"Poof—"

The audience spurted blood in unison, like a magnificent musical fountain.