Chapter 413: Revitalizing the Elephant of Traditional Chinese Medicine

Ying Yin Yan and Li Yanran looked at Zou Feng at the same time and said, "Feng'er, do you want to be a hero?"

Zou Feng nodded and said, "I have been martial arts since I was a child, and I want to become a hero that everyone envies one day.

However, in reality, there is only one big hero, the village chief, and I can't be a hero at all.

But now that I finally have the opportunity, even if I have a heroic painting, I am happy."

Qin An smiled and said, "That's it, I'll help the three of you design it, anyway, now that I'm free, I'll help you design it all day today."

It's good to design all kinds of styles for you."

"Okay." The three girls said in unison.

"Okay, go ahead, and you'll be able to see the painting you want at night." Qin An said.

"Okay." The three girls answered at the same time, and then left excitedly.

In Zhaojia Village for several days, there are many things to do, and it is not cost-effective to waste it on paintings.

Qin An looked at the back of the third daughter's wife leaving, shook his head, and then said to the black dragon guard who generated the electricity: "Brother, I have worked hard for you. I'll find a way to make a hydroelectric generator as soon as possible."

"It's a blessing for us to serve our husband, and please don't have to." The black dragon guard who was riding a bicycle said.

Qin An nodded, then ignored them and continued to use the computer to draw pictures for the three wives.

Although painting pictures is not in line with his major, this technique has been learned in the first year, and it is a must-learn.

Hospitality.

Xia Wuhe is re-verifying his pharmacy.

He listened to Qin An's words, he wanted to write a medical book, as long as the medical book was completed, whether it was fame or fortune, he would have it.

What's more, his name will be recorded in the history books.

Later generations will regard his medical skills as classics and be passed down to the world.

Therefore, Xia Wuji has been studying prescriptions in the medical hall, and he has to re-verify these prescriptions, whether they are right or wrong.

He can't let his medical skills leave important mistakes in the wrong medicine, and he allows his medical books to leave some small flaws such as incomplete prescriptions, but he absolutely does not allow the wrong medicine.

If the medicine is not right, it will not necessarily kill the person, but it will definitely delay the condition, and in severe cases, it will aggravate the condition.

However, this is not the most serious, the most serious thing is that the original treatment medicine has become a harmful poison, which is not to aggravate the condition, but to directly treat people.

Xia Wuhe knew that such a thing would never be allowed in his medical skills.

Therefore, Xia Wuhe re-examined each prescription to make sure that it was to treat this disease, and then it was written into the medical book.

And the pulse of the disease, the person's expression, the tongue coating and other manifestations will be written.

This is the prescription.

There is also a pathology chapter, which uses different prescriptions to prescribe the same disease, which is the magic of Chinese medicine.

The same disease can be treated by different means, even if you think it is impossible or you feel disgusting, it can prescribe the right medicine and make the disease get better immediately.

Some diseases don't even need medicine, they can be cured with acupuncture and cupping.

There are countless such cases in the history of China, but it is a pity that Chinese medicine is now in decline, and it is in a very embarrassing position.

When Xia Wuhe was sorting out the prescription, a group of people suddenly appeared, which made him stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic.

"You're here."

"I've seen Imperial Doctor Xia."

The people who came were all imperial doctors from the Tai Hospital, and at this time, they all saluted Xia Wuhe.

Xia Wuhe waved his hand and said, "Here, don't call me Imperial Doctor Xia, call me Old Xia, or Doctor Xia.

Someone should have told you what to say and what not to say before you came."

"No." The people answered.

Xia Wuhe nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since they are all here, then come with me."

Let's do this great thing.

We first sort out all the prescriptions, and each prescription needs to be verified, and only after verification, to make sure that there will be no mistakes, can it be written into the medical book.

In addition, all the prescriptions should be written down, including the pulse, tongue coating, symptoms, etc."

As Xia Wuhe explained them one by one, everyone's expressions became more and more serious.

If Xia Wuji's medical book is written, it will really be a treasure of Chinese medicine, and he and others will be fortunate to participate, and they will definitely be famous in the future.

After Xia Wuhe finished speaking, everyone began to check the prescription with great interest.

Some of these prescriptions are originally the things of our teachers, and they don't need to be checked at all, but they still need to re-check, this is not a distrust of the teacher, but they are responsible for the medical books, the medicine of China, and the people of the world.

They are now the beginning of Chinese medicine, they are all doctors, and in the future, doctors must be all over China.

So they are all full of fighting spirit to sort out the prescription, even if someone suspects that their master's prescription is wrong, it doesn't matter, they will prove it with practical actions.

If someone is vexatious, then sorry, they will not be polite.

After a day of sorting, there are already a lot of prescriptions that can be determined, and these prescriptions are all bad prescriptions they use, and everyone knows the mass goods.

So Xia Wuhe is writing, and others are looking for and verifying.

The clinic became very lively.

The luckiest thing is still the sick villagers, and the number of imperial doctors has increased by ten at once, and they usually see a doctor in the rivers and lakes, and the imperial doctor is what they can see.

No matter how rich they are, they can't hire a royal doctor to treat them.

On the other side, Meng Yi and Zhang Han were patrolling the village.

Previously they relied on their feet, now they rely on bicycles.

"Lord Meng." Zhang Han said, "After the smallpox epidemic, the villagers have become more enthusiastic about their work.

It's been a long time since I've seen people work so passionately, and the look on their faces is so different from what we've seen before."

Meng Yi said, "This is the result of Mr.'s charm and ability.

In the same way, if the gentleman does not have the ability and only has the ability, I am afraid that the husband will only have the life of labor in this life."

Zhang Han nodded and said, "You're right. Sir really has both ability and charisma, which is why the village can become so rich.

I just don't know if my husband will change his temperament drastically if he knows that he will never go back, causing him to become a waste."

Meng Yi shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is most afraid that this kind of thing will happen, so it is a year to be able to cheat for a year.

But I believe that Your Majesty will find a way when the time comes, and I don't have to worry about waiting."

"Yes, we have to trust Your Majesty." Zhang Han said.

"Ahead is the quarantine area, and now there are only fifty-three smallpox patients left." Zhang Han pointed to the quarantine area in front of him and said.