Early in the morning, the weather cleared up and a red sun rose slowly, but it was still suffocatingly cold. Lao Hu was directing the housekeeper Ding to clean up in the yard. He was in a very happy mood. The smile on his face has not stopped since Chang Yu came back. Coupled with the rare good weather today, everyone looks full of energy.
"Good morning, Master Chen." Seeing Chen Wangting coming out of the room, Lao Hu greeted him enthusiastically. Chen Wangting replied and looked up at the east: "Ah, the sun is out today."
"Yes, eight of the ten days from two years ago to now have been either windy and cloudy or windy and snowy. I haven't seen a few sunny days. This year, there is a lot of snow." Old Hu said with a smile, when Jiang Fa came in from outside, still holding his cigarette pot: "It's good to have more snow, and there will be no drought in spring. As the saying goes, the plan for a year lies in spring, this year will definitely be a good year." ".
Several people stood in the yard chatting, and then Wang Zhengnan and others also got up. The yard became more and more lively. After everyone washed up and did some regular exercises, they started to eat breakfast. Only then did they realize that Chang Yu hadn't gotten up yet, but He didn't pay much attention to it. After all, Chang Yu's work and rest schedule had always been irregular. Sometimes he would be busy until early in the morning before going to bed. It was already late at night when he came back from Wu Mengming's place yesterday.
"No, the governor is sick." At this moment, Lian Xin ran over anxiously.
Everyone was stunned. What the hell, Chang Yu could get sick? A person who can't be killed with a knife, and who heals within a few days if he's severely cut, will still get sick? Are you kidding me?
Although they were surprised and even didn't believe it, everyone hurried to Chang Yu's room.
Even Chang Yu himself doesn't believe that Chang Yu will get sick. Of course, even the strongest and healthy people will have some illnesses. This was the most normal thing in the previous life, but since time traveling, he has become a person who can hardly be killed. I haven't even had a minor illness like a fever or cold. However, I woke up this morning feeling dizzy and almost fell down when I got up. Only then did I realize that my limbs were still weak and my whole body was very hot and uncomfortable.
Could it be that you have a fever?
But it doesn’t look like it.
Martial arts practitioners these days all know some medical skills. All the relatives and attendants rushed into the room, trying to take pulses and check the tongue coating, but no one was sure whether he was suffering from the cold.
"I'm going to the palace to ask for the imperial doctor." Old Hu walked away but bumped into someone: "Let me see it before we talk." The person who came was none other than Li Muchian. He knows no different medical skills. He has a wide range of knowledge even Chang Yu. I admired him very much, and his medical skills were quite good. I saw him approaching the bedside, taking Chang Yu's pulse, and observing from time to time. After a while, he said: "Jingfeng, cold evil enters the body."
"What kind of disease is this? Isn't it a fever?" Chang Yu was so dizzy that he couldn't speak vigorously. Li Muchian shook his head lightly: "This disease is mostly suffered by children. The governor's disease is actually very evil, but no matter how you look at it, Whatever happens to you is not considered evil. Once Pindao prescribes medicine for you, drink a few doses and you will be fine."
"What causes this disease?" Chang Yu asked again.
Li Muxian said: "The causes of the disease are many and difficult to trace. Fatigue, fright, and the invasion of evil spirits can all cause it. For people like Du Gong who don't usually get sick, it's no big deal if they get sick. They need to get more rest." As he spoke, he gave a prescription. The servant went to get some medicine for the suffering. A wealthy family like Chang Yu would have some necessary medicinal materials.
When a bowl of medicinal soup was brought to the bed, Lian Xin blew it carefully and then fed Chang Yu a spoonful. However, he frowned in pain and tried his best to say to Li Muchian next to him: "Why is it so bitter?"
"Good medicine tastes bitter," Li Muxian said with a chuckle as it was rare to see Chang Yu like this.
"Whether it works or not, the medicinal soup is too unpleasant to drink." Chang Yu didn't want to take a second sip, but Li Muchian said with a serious face: "This is the secret of my master's sect, and it guarantees that the medicine will cure the disease."
Lian Xin also tried to persuade her from the side, and Chang Yu let out a long sigh: "I won't drink anything like you if I have a fen."
"What is Fenbide?" Li Muchian raised an eyebrow, and Chang Yu said casually: "Western pills." (The term "Western" existed in the Yuan Dynasty, and by the Ming Dynasty, Zhenghe's voyages to the West were more familiar to the common people)
Moreover, Li Muxian looked disdainful: "Is it Tang Ruowang's hometown? What kind of magic elixir can be found in this uncivilized and barren land? It's all just a trick to fool people."
Chang Yu forced a smile: "Their pills are indeed not as good as ours at the moment, but I'm afraid that in a few hundred years, we won't be able to get rid of them."
What? Li Muxian was startled: "The treasure passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years is no match for their hundreds of years old stuff?"
Chang Yu nodded vigorously: "If we stick to our own laurels, we will have no choice but to cherish ourselves."
Traditional Chinese medicine has caused great controversy in later generations. Some people defend it to the death, thinking that traditional medicine is good and awesome, and even boast that it is omnipotent. They think that those who oppose it are those who worship foreigners and do not cherish the things of their ancestors, while the other side However, they do not trust traditional Chinese medicine and feel that many prescriptions and curative effects lack scientific proof, and the two parties quarrel with each other over it.
There is another kind of person like Chang Yu who does not distrust traditional Chinese medicine, but feels that it has merits but also its dross and backwardness. They feel that if famous doctors like Hua Tuo, Bian Que, and Zhang Zhongjing were alive, they would see that future generations would already have Although they still adhere to their theoretical basis and treatment methods despite advanced observation methods, they have to slap to death those old diehards who so-called defend the tradition.
In ancient times, medical theory had a poor foundation, lacked quantitative indicators, and lacked modern scientific observation equipment. They could only use the most primitive and simple materialism to structure the world, summarize the human body, divide the world into yin and yang and the five elements, and treat the human body as nothing more than eight meridians. and internal organs. Similarly, chemical technology in ancient times was poor, and medicinal materials could only be refined through processing methods instead of extraction and processing as now. If those ancestors could directly extract effective material components as they do now, they would have spent so much effort preparing so many medicinal materials. A side medicine soup?
Moreover, the traditional Chinese medicine of our ancestors pays attention to dialectical treatment. What is dialectical is to adopt different treatment methods under different symptoms... To put it simply, if you have a cold now, you can just buy a box of Fenbit and take a few tablets. Or buy a bunch of medicinal ingredients and boil them for a few hours to drink?
What's more, the quality of today's medicinal materials is far inferior to that of ancient times. Even the preparation methods are not as cautious as those back then. You must know that many medicinal materials themselves contain toxins...
So Chinese medicine is really as powerful as it is claimed to be. How can Western medicine have such a big market?
In fact, medicine does not distinguish between Chinese and Western medicine, but ancient and modern medicine. Ancient Western medicine is obviously incomparable with traditional Chinese medicine, but traditional Chinese medicine has obviously failed to keep up with the pace of modern medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine’s methods of observation, hearing, inquiry, and diagnosis are far from satisfactory and cannot diagnose most of today’s diseases. Disease, you can clearly know the cause and result through a blood test, but you still have to take a pulse?
Not to mention how scientific it is to feel the pulse? I still remember a program on the TV station a few years ago. A famous Chinese medicine doctor in Sichuan claimed that the accuracy of taking the pulse to diagnose pregnancy was 100%. Look clearly, he was a Chinese medicine doctor. As a result, he was right about one or two people out of ten! Someone is good at cheating again. That's because they haven't learned enough. What's wrong with our ancestors who relied on taking pulses to make diagnoses?
But a famous Chinese medicine doctor is only at this level. You can imagine the level of those Chinese medicine doctors on the bad street. Besides, our ancestors had no other means at that time. Everything must keep pace with the times. This is like going from Nanjing to Beijing. The price is obviously very fast and convenient, but you insist on riding a donkey because your ancestors went there this way. Is there any problem? What can you say?
Medicine is a science, not theology.
Nowadays, there are very few truly traditional Chinese medicine, and even true traditional Chinese medicine has slowly withdrawn from the stage of history. It is no longer important in modern medical science. However, it cannot be said that Chinese medicine is useless. In acupuncture and acupoint massage, It is currently irreplaceable.
(I wrote this paragraph because I heard a few friends discussing this topic again, which is quite boring)
"How powerful are Westerners?" Li Muxian always felt that Chang Yu was a half-immortal, and what he said was true: "Our treasures that are thousands of years old are not as good as theirs that are hundreds of years old?"
"That will be hundreds of years later. At least now our medical skills are unparalleled in the world." Chang Yu reluctantly drank the medicine and said: "You just mentioned Tang Ruowang, but you reminded our family. Send someone to kill him later." Call”.
"The Governor will not ask someone like him to observe the sky to treat you, right? Even a poor man is good at this stuff." Li Muchian had a sour look on his face, and Chang Yu sighed: "We have to do something serious, we can't let you go around in sideways." Go further and further”.
"What do you mean?" Li Muxian didn't understand.
What Chang Yu wants to express is actually to regard what is currently regarded as heretical by orthodox education: physics, chemistry, astronomy, etc. have officially become the main subjects, but they are not allowed to use them to refine elixirs and cultivate immortality, and watch the astronomical phenomena and feng shui to calculate misfortunes and blessings. No wonder It's called a heretic.
"You can't chew off more than you can chew. What the Taoist master has learned is too complicated. Why not just pick one or two things that you are good at and study them?" Chang Yu said casually, but Li Muchian pondered: "The only skills that a poor Taoist has are Taoism and alchemy, but Lord Governor, you..."
Chang Yu interrupted him: "With these two skills, even if you can't become a national teacher in the future, our family can still find a job for you in the Royal Academy." This statement made Li Muchian feel a little confused: "A national teacher, of course, a poor man can't ask for it. However, I don’t insist that as long as the Taoist sect can be strengthened, it’s just...the Royal Academy is a temple for teaching and educating people, so there is no job suitable for a poor Taoist."
"Where can I ask you to teach and educate people?"
"A poor Taoist teaches and educates people?" Li Muchian couldn't help but laugh: "Is it possible that the Royal Academy will open a Taoist school and teach alchemy?" "That's called physics, it's called chemistry. If you keep talking about alchemy, be careful, Commander-in-Chief. Cut off your head and make elixirs." Chang Yu was already feeling uncomfortable hearing that Li Muxian was always refining elixirs. He got angry and couldn't help but said viciously, frightening Li Muxian and quickly resigned: "Pindao, go get some calming pills for the governor. Take the medicine."
