Huang Yong was happy and said: "In that case, my little friend can come with me to the tired gate later. I think your medical skills are not weak, and you are calm and calm when diagnosing the pulse. If I can add a young talent to the tired gate, God will bless me." Even though we are tired, the Patriarch can still smile happily even in the Nine Heavens."
"Then I'll bother Mr. Huang." I smiled and handed over my hand.
At this time, Zhou Zongyun was already awake, and Huang Yong said a few words to Zhou Zongyun. After a few warnings, he couldn't wait to ask me to go to the house with him.
My medical skills, Lao Li told me when he taught me, are inherited from the lineage of Shennong who tasted hundreds of herbs. They are completely different from the scientific and technological methods of these tired people who are just trying to gain fame. So I talk about medical skills. Indeed, he can be regarded as a half-tired person.
The ancestral hall of Kumen is in the eastern suburbs of Shunde. It is also the residence of Huang Yong and several Kumen directors. It is not far from the ghost street.
An ancient temple.
After getting off the bus, several tired people came up to us immediately, and they all bowed and called them leaders.
In the crowd, a man over fifty years old also trotted over: "Dad, you are back. How is Lao Zhou's condition?"
Huang Yong said something that was not optimistic, and then changed the subject: "Huang Ying, this is Zong Yun's future husband, and his medical skills are very extraordinary. I invite him to come back as a guest. You go and invite a few directors to come over. I'll talk to you later." Move around.”
Then Huang Yong said to me: "This is my son. He is now the vice president of the First Hospital. If you have any difficulties, you can go to him for help."
I nodded slightly.
Huang Ying narrowed her eyes and stared at me: "Could this be Shopkeeper Li from Guijie Tianxia Pharmacy?"
"Exactly."
"I've long heard that shopkeeper Li covered the sky with one hand on Ghost Street, and even pressed his hand to North Street. I thought he was an old man in his decades, but I didn't expect him to be a boy in his twenties."
Huang Ying's words were very harsh and she almost pointed at my nose and scolded me.
I said: "Mr. Huang has noble medical ethics, is kind and amiable. I thought that even if his son is not as good as him, he has at least learned three points. I didn't expect that you would be such a grinning and barking person. It really shocked me." .”
Huang Yong laughed loudly after hearing this and didn't mind at all that I scolded his son in front of him.
Entered the tired gate ancestral hall.
Take a seat in the hall.
Within a moment, eight directors came to the door, and they all looked at me coldly.
Huang Yong knew that they had heard what was going on outside the door. Although he was dissatisfied with the way the directors treated guests, he thought that they were also loyal to his son, so he didn't say much.
Besides, this old man also wants to find out my details.
Sure enough, a pockmarked director said: "Boss, I heard that this kid's medical skills are extraordinary, but all the medical skills in the world come from my own family. Logically speaking, I should go and pay homage to my ancestor. Do you think that makes sense?"
Huang Yong nodded slightly: "Little friend..."
"It doesn't hurt to go take a look."
Then, led by Huang Yong and several directors, I went to the backyard of the ancestral hall, where the temple is dedicated to the ancestor.
In the center is the Medicine Prince Sun Simiao, with ten famous doctors on both sides.
I twisted three sticks of incense and with a flick of my wrist, the three sticks of incense spontaneously ignited in the wind.
This skill is called by the gods to light incense, which is one of the methods to shock the family.
After inserting three sticks of incense into the incense burner, I folded my hands and bowed deeply to Mr. Sun, and also bowed to the ten famous doctors on both sides.
The pock-marked director was unhappy: "Your medical skills come from my door, why can't you kneel down and worship me?"
"Which of your eyes has seen that my medical skills come from fatigue?"
"You..." Mazi choked, his face turned red, and his face was pockmarked, like the surface of Mars.
Mazi Lian was furious and was about to break up with Huang Yong. Director Shenxu Lian on the side said: "Old Mazi, since you have come out to travel in the world, how can you dare to blaspheme the founder? If you are like this, I must not be a member of my family. He is I bowed just now, so don’t hold on to me."
The pock-marked face looked like Shenxu's face, and he said, "Shen, didn't you just ascend to the position of director of the tired gate earlier than me? Why do you always have trouble with me?"
"Mazi, you talk too much." Shenxu became angry and turned even paler.
Huang Yong looked unhappy and coughed twice.
Huang Ying said hurriedly: "What do you two mean? Do you need to question my father's decision? If you want to question it, wait until one of you becomes the leader."
After the words were thrown out, neither of them spoke.
Because everyone knows that if nothing else happens, the next leader will be Huang Ying.
Afterwards, Huang Yong dismissed several directors and told Huang Ying that he originally wanted everyone to get to know me, this talented young man, but he didn't expect that it would backfire.
I said, "Mr. Huang is not looking for me just to make them welcome me, right?"
"I would like to discuss Zhou Zongyun's condition with my little friend." Huang Yong twirled his mustache: "There is a medicine garden of mine under this ancestral hall. Why don't we go there and discuss it in detail?"
"Please, sir."
"please."
Although this medicine garden is underground, some medicinal materials grow vigorously.
There were two small mazaars on the side, and we sat opposite each other.
Huang Yong said: "Do you know which drugs can aggravate lung necrosis if taken too much?"
"Big and small Bupleurum decoction, Chai Ling decoction, Coptis detoxification decoction, Pien Tze Huang and other uncommon medicinal materials, right? Are you saying that Zhou Zongyun's lung necrosis was caused deliberately by someone within the tired gate?"
"Yes, I didn't point it out before, but I left a small amount of noodles for me. I thank you here." Huang Yong looked ashamed and bowed his head slightly to me: "I feel ashamed to say that I have done all the good deeds in my life. Unexpectedly, I gave birth to a vicious-hearted descendant. My grandson was in love with the second young lady of the Zhou family. He heard that the two daughters of the Zhou family were vying for the position of leader, so he secretly took action, but the old man did not dare to tell the matter. I'm afraid that the Huang family's reputation for thousands of years will be ruined..."
I took over the conversation: "So your grandson poisoned him and you detoxified him. If things go on like this, Zhou Zongyun's body will look like this, right?"
Huang Yong's head lowered even further.
I said, "Old man, I don't know if I should say something or not?"
"But it doesn't matter."
"You said that there are changes in the clan, isn't it true that you are tired of the family? Now that you are still alive, you can suppress your son and the directors below. When you die, won't the reputation of the tired family and the reputation of your Huang family be ruined? Is that so? If others don’t know, you have to do it yourself; you think Miss Tuesday wants to use the power of the tired gate to control the registered gate, but have you ever thought that Miss Tuesday’s purpose is really only the registered gate? Isn’t she using you? Does grandson control the heart of tired men?"
My voice is not loud, but it is loud.
Huang Yong's complexion suddenly turned like loess.
He trembled and said: "Little friend, how dare this... a woman like her do this?"
I said: "I'm just making wild guesses. If the old man really cares about the tired family, he should choose another successor. Moreover, now the tired family has become a family, and it has become a place to save lives and heal the wounded. Is this a place to win over funds that is consistent with your ancestor’s rules?”
"Is there a cure?"
I said: "A strong man cuts off his wrist."
