Cheng Xiang said slowly while applying the medicine: "When I was a child, I watched movies. After those heroes were captured by the enemy, they were beaten to pieces without betraying their comrades. I felt very admired. If I had been captured, I think, those heroes You don't have to hit me, I'll do it, I will definitely rebel." This is true. Although I am timid, I am really afraid of pain.
Zhou Tianlei smiled softly. No wonder, every time he didn't exert any force, she would cry out in pain.
In fact, he could change the dressing for this small wound by himself, so there was no need to bother her, but he just liked to see her nervous about him, and now he couldn't bear to hear her say that.
After changing the medicine, he went to the toilet once a day as usual. Cheng Xiang helped him support him without looking, resting his head on his arm. He asked in a loud voice: "Zhou Tianlei, don't you go to the toilet when you go to work? Who can help you? Help?"
Zhou Tianlei's eyes flashed: "Try not to do it."
Cheng wondered if he would murder his husband if he knew that he had no difficulty using the toilet with one hand.
Looking for warm weather, Cheng Xiang took Qing'er to Dr. Zhong's Gushengtang. A lot of things that had happened recently were all put together. He had planned to help Chen Jiao consult about the planting of medicinal materials. Also delayed.
Now that I have some free time, I have to put this matter on the agenda.
In Dr. Zhong's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, many patients have come in waiting for treatment. The little medicine boy is busy walking between a row of vermilion medicine cabinets without touching the floor, grabbing medicine, dividing medicine, and decoction. Cheng Xiang came in, said hello and said, "Master is doing a consultation inside, please sit aside and wait for a while."
Cheng Xiang nodded and took Qing'er to find a seat in the corner.
The decoration of Gushengtang is antique, and the aroma of medicine is overflowing. Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, interpreting the way of heaven and earth. A book of "Huangdi Neijing" and a "Compendium of Materia Medica" have been passed down to treat diseases and save people. Until the rise of Western medicine, the combination of Chinese and Western medicine The conflict has never stopped. Even in the 21st century where Cheng Xiang lives, the conflict between Chinese and Western medicine has never been settled.
But when Western medicine becomes the mainstream, Chinese medicine can only survive in the cracks.
In that special era, Chinese medicine was called a monster and a monster, and was criticized and persecuted. Many ancient medical books were regarded as the Four Olds and sent to paper mills.
The friendship between Grandpa and Dr. Zhong also began at that time. Grandma said that Grandpa was unable to protect himself at that time, but he resolutely saved Dr. Zhong and took risks to help him protect a large number of ancient books, medicinal materials, and medical tools.
The sincerity between the two seemed particularly precious in that turmoil.
After waiting for about an hour, Qing'er ran back and forth in the medicine hall more than a dozen times, and fell asleep beside Cheng Xiang tiredly.
Doctor Zhong walked out of the back hall, looked at Cheng kindly and thought, "Sorry, little girl, I kept you waiting for so long."
Cheng Xiang smiled and shook his head: "You're too busy, I'm the one bothering you."
Dr. Zhong sat down on the chair next to him, looked at Cheng Xiang with a warm look on his face for a while, and said with a smile, "Girl, you have changed."
Cheng Xiang was startled. He felt like he was being seen through in front of this old man. He smiled and explained, "Really? Maybe he got married and grew up."
Doctor Zhong shook his head: "Your grandma said that you changed after you got married and became sensible, but in my opinion, it may be that your heart has changed, or you may have changed as a person."
Cheng Xiang's face froze, and he smiled a little guiltily.
Dr. Zhong continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine says that if the internal organs are full and the qi is full, the sound will be like talking from the room. This is the dampness of the qi. Do you know what it means?"
Cheng Xiang shook his head.
Dr. Zhong smiled and said: "The evil energy is full in the abdomen, the internal organs are full, and the voice of the speech is thick and unclear, as if talking in a room. This is due to the excessive dampness in the middle burner."
Such a person does not know how to tidy up clothes and quilts, and does not distinguish between close and distant relatives. Sometimes he is affectionate and sometimes he is hostile. You were like this before, full of energy and chaotic without knowing it, but now you are calm, even-tempered, and look good. That's fine. Cultivate your body with your heart. This can't be cultivated just by getting married and gathering Yang. "
Although Cheng Xiang was confused when she heard these words, she also understood that Dr. Zhong saw that she was different.
She smiled and pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhong, Chinese medicine is really profound and profound. It's so mysterious. You said that with a master of Chinese medicine like you, why did Zhong Liang go to study Western medicine? What a pity."
Doctor Zhong laughed: "You didn't know how to consider his moves before."
Cheng wanted to stick out his tongue in his mind and didn't dare to say anything else.
"No matter what, you are getting better and better now, which is good." Dr. Zhong looked at her gently: "Okay, tell me what you want to see me for today."
Cheng Xiang exhaled as if he was forgiven and said, "That's it. I have a friend in Zhoujia Village who wants to grow medicinal materials. I wonder if Grandpa Zhong can give me any advice?"
After listening to her words, Dr. Zhong nodded thoughtfully: "The cultivation of Chinese herbal medicine has a long history. As early as the Song Dynasty, some people had begun to cultivate it on a large scale. This can be regarded as a way to make money.
However, medicinal materials have very strict requirements on climate, geographical environment, and lighting. Different regions have different medicinal materials suitable for planting.
In our northern region, we can grow some cold- and drought-resistant medicinal materials, such as isatis root, astragalus, and bupleurum, which can be harvested throughout the year. They are commonly consumed medicinal materials in every medical clinic. "
Cheng Xiang listened carefully and nodded repeatedly.
"Think about it, choose an industry and develop an economy. Sometimes a correct choice can benefit the people of one place. This is a matter of great merit." Dr. Zhong looked at Cheng with emotion.
Cheng Xiang smiled and said: "I didn't think too much about it. I don't have that much energy. I was just entrusted by others to be loyal. Thank you Grandpa Zhong for telling me so much."
Dr. Zhong smiled and said: "Sometimes helping others is helping yourself. I have a drug dealer here who has been engaged in traditional Chinese medicine trading for generations. He has connections with many drug farmers. I will introduce them to you. If you contact them, maybe I can give you more information. Much help.”
"Okay, thank you, Grandpa Zhong." Cheng Xiang said with a smile.
"Hey, why are you here?" Zhong Liang walked in at this moment and asked in surprise when he saw Cheng Xiang.
Cheng thought: "I'm here to see Grandpa Zhong."
"Sick? Or is your Zhou Tianlei sick?" Zhong Liang asked: "Go to the hospital and see me. I will check you out."
Cheng Xiang gave him a disdainful look: "Grandpa Zhong is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He can tell the symptoms by taking a pulse. Isn't he more humane than the cold machines in your hospital?"
Zhong Liang sat down, drank a cup of tea, and said slowly, "Believe in science."
As soon as these words were spoken, Grandpa Zhong's face visibly darkened.
Cheng wanted to stop Zhong Liang before he got angry: "Young Master, you have been drinking foreign ink for a few years and you have forgotten that you are Chinese?
Since Shen Nong tasted hundreds of herbs, Chinese medicine has a history of thousands of years. A needle and a bowl of medicine have protected thousands of descendants of Yan and Huang. This is the essence passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years.
From the "Huangdi Neijing" to the "Compendium of Materia Medica", these are all the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors. They are so bright and sparkling, you kid can't see them?
When Chinese medicine saves people, you Western medicine doctors still don’t know where to play in the mud. "
Cheng thought and said something that stunned Zhong Liang and Dr. Zhong.
Zhong Liang said with a half-smile: "I never knew that you, little girl, have such awe of Chinese medicine? Didn't you say when you were a child that those herbs were fed to pigs?"
Cheng Xiang was speechless for a moment, "I, did I say it? I wasn't sensible when I was young."
Dr. Zhong looked at Cheng Xiang with a look of relief: "Think about it, I suddenly discovered that you are very intelligent. Are you interested in learning Chinese medicine? How about I accept you as a closed disciple?"
