When the older sister heard that someone was asking him about someone, she immediately had a warning in her mind: could the other person be trying to scam her out of money? So she became more cautious.

Who is it?

Then Yan Wencheng continued, "Zheng Xiaohu."

The woman in the red coat changed her expression when she heard Xiaohu's name. "Who are you people? You wouldn't happen to be sent by Wang Gang, would you? Let me tell you, even though Xiaohu's parents are dead, everyone here is his family."

The woman was about to go and greet the people there.

Yan Wencheng quickly advised, "Sister, wait a moment. This is my business card. We are from the Chinese Medicine Association."

The older woman picked up the business card and glanced at it: "Chinese Traditional Medicine Association, Vice President. Yan Wencheng."

"Yes. It is I."

"What do you want with Xiaohu?"

"It's not convenient to talk about this right now, ma'am. Can you help me find him and bring him back?"

"Wait a minute. I'll have my son go find him. He's incredibly fast."

Then, the eldest sister shouted loudly, "Little Liu, go find your brother Hu Zi and tell him that someone from home is looking for him."

Then, a dark-skinned little boy suddenly darted out of the house and disappeared in no time. He was incredibly fast.

Half an hour later

Zheng Xiaohu then returned.

Perhaps I ran too fast, and despite being dressed so lightly in the cold weather, I still broke out in a sweat.

During the half hour they waited for him, Chairman Yan and the others learned that Zheng Xiaohu seemed to know some medicinal herbs. The people here were generally poor and couldn't afford medicine. When they got sick, Zheng Xiaohu would go to the pharmacy to get some very cheap herbs, brew them, and give them to drink. So most of the people here had received treatment from Zheng Xiaohu.

After hearing about these things, Chairman Yan also felt that this young man might have inherited his father's talent for traditional Chinese medicine and might be a rare talent in traditional Chinese medicine.

That's how the scene at the beginning came about.

Zheng Xiaohu observed a lot before asking his first question.

"My Chinese Medicine Association Vice President Yan Wencheng, this is the Chinese Medicine Association President Yan Lao."

Zheng Xiaohu was startled; he hadn't expected the other party to be so powerful. When Xiao Liuzi went to find him earlier, he thought something had happened at home.

"So what do you want from me?"

Before he could answer.

Then Chairman Yan asked excitedly, "Kid, when did you get those life-saving formulas? Don't be afraid, we're not bad people."

Yan Xiaohu pondered for a moment before speaking. "Those prescriptions were copied down by my father himself, and some of them were even invented through his own experiments. He left in such a hurry that all he left me was this notebook."

After listening, Old Yan continued, "Would it be convenient for me to take a look at that notebook?"

After listening, Yan Xiaohu stood up.

He walked to the bedside, crawled inside, and after a while, climbed out carrying an iron box.

I stood up, opened the metal box, and saw a notebook inside. It looked like it had been read a lot, and the edges were a bit rough.

He handed it to Old Yan.

Old Yan solemnly accepted it.

Then I carefully turned the pages one by one.

The more he turned his face, the more he smiled.

He also showed a satisfied expression.

When Zheng Xiaohu's father was taking the test, he took a liking to him at first sight and originally wanted to take him as his last disciple.

Unexpectedly, tragedy struck.

but

To everyone's surprise, his son inherited his talent.

It took about two hours for Mr. Yan to finish reading the notebook.

It records many herbal medicine shops, and they all use very cheap herbs.

There were also densely packed notes made by Zheng Xiaohu's father.

Old Yan still had some lingering concerns.

I hadn't even thought of many of the recipe combinations inside.

"Little Tiger, have you read through all these notes?"

"Old Yan, I've seen it."

"Then do you understand what it's used for?"

Yan Xiaohu seemed somewhat troubled.

I don't know how to start the conversation.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaohu. You can tell me anything, and Grandpa Yan will help you."

Yan Cai cherished talent and even referred to himself as "Grandpa" at this point.

At this moment.

Yan Xiaohu then said, "Although I've read the notes and even tried some of the prescriptions, I still don't understand the terms 'wind-cold syndrome,' 'wind-heat syndrome,' 'wind-explosion syndrome,' and 'summer-dampness syndrome.' Aren't these all symptoms of a cold?"

Yes, in Western medicine these are all considered colds, but in Traditional Chinese Medicine they are different.

Old Master Yan explained, “Although all three are types of colds, wind-cold colds are suitable for those with strong, rough constitutions who don't sweat. Ma Yao Tang is commonly used, while Gui Zhi Tang is used for those who are thin, fair-skinned, and sweaty. Wind-heat colds are generally treated with Yin Qiao San and Sang Ju Yin. Yin Qiao San has a cooling and pungent effect, used for colds with symptoms such as fever, headache, dry mouth, and sore throat. Sang Ju Yin has a wind-clearing and heat-relieving effect, mainly treating cough symptoms caused by wind-heat colds, accompanied by discomfort such as a dry mouth. Summer-dampness colds commonly use Xiang Ru San and Huo Pu Xia Ling Tang. Xiang Ru San has the effects of relieving exterior symptoms, dispelling summer heat, and resolving dampness, mainly targeting symptoms of summer-dampness colds accompanied by diarrhea and vomiting. Huo Pu Xia Ling Tang has the effects of drying dampness, promoting diuresis, and regulating qi, mainly used for symptoms of severe summer-dampness colds such as heaviness in the limbs, chest tightness, and a sticky mouth.”

As expected of Professor Yan, he spoke eloquently and analyzed things thoroughly.

Yan Xiaoxu thought for a moment and then understood.

Then I saw his expression change very quickly, like he had received a beloved toy, his excitement was indescribable.

Seeing this, Yan Wencheng also put away the sentence he was about to say.

This child has potential.

Old Yan said, "Seeing how quickly this child understood, I couldn't help but smile. This child has even greater talent for medicine than his son, Yan Wencheng. He was simply born to study medicine."

then

Master Yan asked solemnly, "Zheng Xiaohu, I ask you, are you willing to become my disciple? I will impart all the knowledge I have acquired in my life to you."

When Zheng Xiaohu first heard Old Yan's words, he was somewhat bewildered. He truly hadn't expected such a tremendous stroke of good fortune to befall him. It felt like a dream. He was stunned.

Seeing this, Yan Wencheng knew that the child was frightened, and quickly shouted, "Hurry up and agree! This is a leading figure in the Chinese Medicine Association. So many people want to become his disciples but can't."

These words were a wake-up call.

Zheng Xiaohu knelt down with a thud and said in a choked voice, "Master, please accept my three bows."

So he respectfully kowtowed three times.

Then they heard Old Master Yan say earnestly, "I have a few words to give you. First, talent is unattainable; diligence will save you a lifetime of lessons. Second, a doctor must have a benevolent heart; wisdom must be cultivated. Third, inherit the scholarship of traditional Chinese medicine and advocate for diverse schools of thought."