Chapter 162 Ambitious

"Is there any cure for my disease?"

After lunch, Wang Zhong drank two more glasses of green plum wine and didn't want to go back to the White Building. He saw that everyone was sleeping on the corridor of the courtyard by the well. There were bamboo mats there, and the natural mountain breeze was very cool. In addition, he was full of food and wine and was too lazy to move. So he simply followed the local customs and slept on the corridor with Lao Ji.

When he woke up, Wang Zhong felt that he had not slept so well in many years.

Then as soon as he got up, Ji Yunzhou invited him to the foot of the mountain. Yang Hongen had just returned from treating a patient.

Qi Wei seemed to have decided to rely on Yang Hongen, to be his guinea pig, and let him treat him. Qi Wei shamelessly asked Yang Hongen questions about traditional Chinese medicine, and it seemed that he wanted to become his disciple.

As the saying goes, long illness makes a doctor. Qi Wei wanted to live so much, especially after coming to Yanggou Village and experiencing a better life than before, his desire to live was far greater than that of ordinary people.

I also study very hard.

When Yang Hongen was treating patients, he would help him. When there were no patients, he would borrow books from Yang Hongen and read those big tomes. If he didn't understand something, he would ask Yang Hongen.

Learned in an efficient manner.

It made Yang Hongen feel that he had a successor.

I also teach Qi Wei very attentively.

Apart from the fact that there is no apprenticeship process, the two can be considered a teacher-student relationship.

When Yang Hongen treated patients, he would ride his 28-inch bicycle himself. Some old men and women had even less mobility than he did, so it was not easy for them to come to Yanggou Village.

Sometimes the journey was long, so Yang Hongen asked his son to ride him there on a motorcycle.

After all, it’s not as convenient as riding a bike by yourself.

Qi Wei simply went to the town and bought an electric tricycle with a roof, and then used the money he had saved for a kidney transplant to pay for it in full.

The tricycle can seat three people. Qi Wei rides the bike, and Yang Hongen and Yang Hongwen sit behind him. The electric tricycle cannot go very fast, it moves slowly and is very safe.

The sun is quite hot now, and the tricycle can block the sun, so you don’t get heatstroke.

In short, the electric car Qi Wei bought really impressed Yang Hongen, and he even regretted not buying it earlier.

He wanted to give the money for the tricycle to Qi Wei, but Qi Wei refused.

"I don't want money. Just teach me medicine and don't drive me away."

In front of his family, Yang Hongen asked him to make tea and serve it to him, which meant he had accepted him as his apprentice.

Qi Wei still lives in Yang Laosi's house. Every day, apart from taking Yang Hongen to other villages to treat patients, he follows Old Man Yang and carries a basket up the mountain to collect herbs.

Yang Hongwen likes to follow his grandfather. Unless Xia Wu asks him to take pictures, he is unwilling to go to the courtyard with the well often.

There are too many people there.

He doesn't like it.

Yang Hongwen likes the quiet outdoors. Two or three people are already a lot. He would be happier if it were just him and his grandfather.

Every time Qi Wei and the old man went collecting herbs, Yang Hongwen would hold a camera and take pictures in the woods. He took pictures of bees collecting honey, flies rubbing their hands, and squirrels jumping on branches.

The most exaggerated time was when a snake hanging on a tree stretched its head towards Yang Hongwen and was photographed by him.

When Qi Wei looked back, he was so scared that his soul almost flew away.

But Yang Hongwen was like a silent tree, and was probably regarded as a reliable tree by those small animals, so they did not attack him.

Today they also went to the mountain to collect herbs. There are still many herbs on Zimu Mountain. It is said that there are one or two hundred common species. Over the years, Zimu Mountain has been Yang Hongen’s back garden. In the era when medicine was most scarce, he relied on the herbs on this mountain to treat people in the surrounding areas.

He is highly respected in the village. Many people know who he is when they mention him. During festivals, many people come to visit him and give him gifts.

That's reputation.

Since they missed lunch at Shuijingyuan, Liu Guizhen packed some rice and vegetables for them and brought them back. They heated them up and ate them happily anyway.

Qi Wei can't eat food with too strong flavors and needs less salt and oil, but he still tasted two bites of the pork belly and was satisfied with it.

It was at this time that Ji Yunzhou came home. He wanted to ask the old man to treat Wang Zhong.

Ji Yunzhou briefly explained Wang Zhong's condition. Liu Guizhen, who was sitting beside him, said, "Such a powerful figure, couldn't he find a good doctor to treat him?"

Having reached this level of social status, the medical conditions that Wang Zhong has access to must be far beyond the imagination of ordinary people like them. Just like Ji Yunzhou, who was originally unable to walk, he just went abroad for an operation and came back almost like a normal person.

There are foreign doctors taking care of me.

Ji Yunzhou explained helplessly: "The current medical level is not that advanced, especially when it comes to the brain. Some conventional methods have been tried, but they are useless for Grandpa Wang."

To give a simple example, electrical stimulation may be useful for others, but for Wang Zhong, who was tortured by the enemy when he was young, it not only has no effect, but will aggravate his trauma.

Yang Hongen understood, but he couldn't guarantee a cure. "I've treated many patients with hemiplegia caused by stroke. It's a common disease among the elderly. Let him come over. I'll take his pulse and see how serious his condition is. If I can cure him, I'll definitely do my best."

Even if Wang Zhong was not of this identity and was just an ordinary old man, Yang Hongen would not hide anything from him.

Ji Yunzhou was extremely grateful. He went back to the courtyard with the well and waited for Old Man Wang to wake up, then brought him down the mountain.

On the way, Ji Yunzhou briefly told Wang Zhong about Yang Hongen's resume. He became a barefoot doctor in response to national needs, and then studied on his own to obtain a medical qualification certificate, and then became proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine.

Yes, Yang Hongen not only knows Chinese medicine, but he also has common infusion tools in the two rooms in the front yard.

It’s just that the villagers always feel that Chinese medicine is more mysterious and more amazing than Western medicine.

After listening to Yang Hongen's story, Wang Zhong couldn't help but admire him: "Another one who has dedicated himself to his country and his people. Amazing."

At the same time, an inexplicable expectation arose in his heart. It is said that masters are among the people. What if he really meets a master?

When the two old men met, they shook hands and exchanged greetings. As soon as Wang Zhong saw Yang Hongen's face, he felt more at ease.

Yang Hongen's appearance is quite deceptive, he can be described as having a youthful face despite having white hair.

He has silver hair and a ruddy complexion, and doesn't look very old. In addition, his eyebrows and beard are so long that they almost reach below his temples. There is a folk saying that people with long eyebrows and beards have the appearance of a god of longevity.

This is the sign of longevity!

Looking at Yang Hongen's dress, he has the demeanor of a hermit. He is in good health, walks with great vigor, can eat two large bowls of rice, and has two taels of homemade medicinal wine with each meal, saying that it is for health preservation.

Wang Zhong was very convinced of this person, and one of the most important things in treating a disease is trust.

"Old doctor, is there any cure for my illness?"

Wang Zhong sat in front of the pearwood table, put his hand on the pulse pillow, and let Yang Hongen take his pulse.

Yang Hongen said nothing. After he finished rubbing his left hand and then his right hand, he asked, "How long have you been sick?"

Mr. Ji rushed to answer: "At least 10 to 20 years."

Wang Zhong is in his early eighties and has been bedridden for twenty years. He has asked the doctor many times not to try to save him, but how could that be possible?

He always felt that life was meaningless, but sometimes, he could find some nostalgic pleasure in the monotonous and lingering life, just like today.

Yang Hongen said confidently: "It can be cured. In less than half a year, I can cure most of your disease."

What he said was so absolute that Wang Zhong could hardly believe his ears.

"Can it really be cured?"

"able!"

Yang Hongen didn't waste any time and asked Qi Wei to bring his silver needle bag. After disinfecting it, he asked Wang Zhongping to lie on the bed and inserted more than a dozen silver needles into his head.

It felt sore and numb, as if there were ants crawling in his brain, making Wang Zhong want to move his limbs and drive those ants out of his body.

He lay there twisting and turning, and Grandpa Ji watched as his paralyzed left hand began to move, muttering to himself, "Oh my god, it really works!"

Wang Zhong was very happy: "Is it really useful?"

"It works. Look at your hand. It's like it was electrified!"

"Doctor Yang, would you mind giving him a few more injections?"

"No, you can't give too many needles the first time. You have to take it slow."

Yang Hongen used the analogy of a blocked river, saying acupuncture is like clearing the blockage. You can't just use a hoe to dig a big hole in the mud, as that will definitely cause a breach.

We need to reinforce the dam first and then slowly dredge it.

Old Man Ji stood in awe.

This is a true master.

"Doctor Yang, can you take a look at me too?"

Yang Hongen accepted everyone who came and asked Mr. Ji to sit down. After he finished, he didn't say anything and asked Qi Wei to take over.

Hey, he is being used as a guinea pig for training.

Old Master Ji didn't think it was a big deal. He looked at Qi Wei seriously and asked, "Little Doctor, how am I feeling?"

Qi Wei hesitated a little, "Well, you're in good health, there's nothing serious wrong with you. It's just that your kidneys are deficient, so you might have some problems with urination, right?"

It is said that doctors cannot treat themselves, but after Qi Wei learned Chinese medicine from Yang Hongen, he often took his own pulse, so he could immediately sense the difference in the kidney pulse in Old Man Ji's pulse.

Yang Hongen smiled and nodded, "Old but still strong, his sword never fades."

Old man Ji was so embarrassed that he was speechless, and hurriedly asked what he could eat to replenish his body.

When Wang Zhong finished the first round of acupuncture, Old Man Ji pushed him out of the Yang family, holding a pile of packaged medicinal herbs in his hand, looking very satisfied.

Upon learning that Yang Hongen had returned, Anna came with her family.

She hasn't found a good opportunity to meet Yang Hongen these days, and she wants her family to experience the greatness of Chinese medicine.

Anna's family has been here for more than a week. During this time, they have been truly enlightened by the endless delicious food, the comfortable life, and the agricultural model that is completely different from large farms abroad.

It was as if they had come to a utopian world that did not exist in the books, where everything was so beautiful that it seemed unlike the human world.

It is more like a heaven on earth specially built by God.

Anna's father's name is Andre. He had never seen a buffalo before. These buffaloes are huge in size and dark in color. They are very gentle in temperament and love water very much. They are very good at swimming. They are very beautiful, with a beauty that combines divinity and wildness.

After tasting the buffalo milk, Andre expressed great praise for this Chinese cattle breed. He urged Anna to help him find out how to raise these lovely and gentle creatures in his country.

The answer is no.

Andre grew up on a farm, and when he grew up, he took over the farm work from his father.

He raised a lot of dairy cows and he liked cows, so after coming here, he would walk from Bailou to Yanggou Village every day, and then go to the cowshed to experience the life of a Chinese milker.

He was a skilled milker who could milk the buffaloes while speaking his native dialect to these gentle animals, regardless of whether the native Chinese buffaloes could understand his foreign language.

Anna's mother was named Sophia. She was a devout Christian. When she saw the old man in the courtyard by the well and Xia Wu's attitude towards the elderly and children in the village, she secretly asked Anna whether Xia Wu was a more devout Puritan than her.

Because only in those Puritans did she see the shadow of Xia Wu, who loved the world and cared for the disadvantaged groups.

After learning that Xia Wu did not have the faith she claimed, Sophia felt very sorry and hoped that Xia Wu could join her sect.

But she never found a good opportunity to invite Xia Wu.

Anna has also been trying to stop her.

Sophia and Andre have been married for many years, and she is also very familiar with farm life. So after coming here, even though life here is very different from that in their country, she still adapted quickly and found unique fun in the difference.

That is bamboo weaving.

Sophia has a great interest in knitting. It is her greatest pleasure besides raising children and taking care of farm animals and plants. She spends a lot of time knitting.

Knit sweaters and blankets to cope with the long and boring winter in their country.

In China, she saw another type of weaving, bamboo weaving and straw weaving, and saw that beautiful patterns could be made using plants. She especially liked the village's backpacks and various large winnowing baskets, and she never tired of asking how each bamboo weaving was made.

As for Anna's sisters, they enjoyed the delicious food here very much. Some even brought their own children. Even though there was a language barrier, those little foreigners quickly became friends with the children in the village.

Anna's family showed great love for Yanggou Village.

And today, Anna wants to take them to experience something that will shock her.

Yang Hongen showed off his skills to these foreigners again.

To be honest, Yang Hongen is actually quite famous among foreign tourists. Someone had sought medical treatment from him before, and the effect was good. After the tourist left, a long time had passed, and the man brought his family from afar to seek medical treatment.

But what really made Yang Hongen famous was Qi Wei's recovery.

After all, when he first arrived in Yanggou Village, his face looked as pale as if he was about to die.

Who would have thought that after being seen by Yang Hongen, he would be reborn in just a few months.

Yang Hongen became the busiest person in the family.

On the one hand, he is responsible for the health of the elderly in several nearby villages. Some of the elderly have difficulty in moving, often suffer from headaches and fever, and feel uncomfortable here and there. In their elderly mobile phones, the first number is not their children's, but Yang Hongen's mobile phone number.

Just call Yang Hongen and briefly tell him about the condition. If it is serious, Yang Hongen will come over. If it is not serious, he will say a few words to him, and those elderly people will feel much better.

This is the power of trust.

Yang Hongen has witnessed with his own eyes some people in the village gradually aging. When people get old, they will have many problems, just like aging home appliances.

So he is very proficient in treating the elderly.

When treating elderly people who are experienced and shrewd, who think they have accumulated a lot of life experience and who are afraid of being cheated, image management is very important.

Yang Hongen had very long eyebrows and beard when he was young, but he never cut them because the elders believed that he would live a long life and maintain good health.

In order to create an image of himself as a master, Yang Hongen also takes time out every day to practice Tai Chi. I can’t say how good his body has become as a result, but at least he looks very impressive.

He would go to that station and carry a medicine box that he had used for many years and looked older than he was, and the patient's illness would be almost cured.

It's that reliable.

Some of the medicines Yang Hongen prescribed were collected by himself in the mountains, and some were bought from drug dealers with whom he had been friends for many years.

I have to collect the herbs myself and prepare them, then dry them and bring them home every night.

Xia Wu had dinner at home, and after dinner, he helped the old man collect herbs. Ji Yunzhou also came to help.

The two rooms in the front yard were not enough, so Xia Wu said, "Master, how about building you a pharmacy? That way it will be more convenient for you to treat patients."

Yang Hongen was sorting herbs, not even looking up. "No, if I build that thing, I'm afraid I'll have no free time at all. I'll have to sit in there and treat patients all day long."

Xia Wu laughed and said, "How could that be? You can set a time for seeing the doctor, and then we won't see him after that time."

"Some elderly people don't care about the time of day when they get sick. If they really get sick in the middle of the night and they call you to go, can you not go?"

Human life is at stake, and Yang Hongen takes this very seriously.

That seems to be true. Xia Wu scratched his head and said, "After all, there are too few doctors in our village."

She suddenly thought of something, "Master, how is Qi Wei learning from you?"

"I may not be very talented, but I am diligent. Diligence can make up for my shortcomings."

"How about I recruit a few more apprentices for you? Aren't you always complaining about no one taking over your job and learning your skills? How about we hire a few more people, provide them with food and lodging, and then your skills can be passed down. You can just stay in charge, lend a hand from time to time, and make sure they don't make mistakes. Wouldn't that be great?"

Yang Hongen looked up, very interested in Xia Wu's proposal: "Can you recruit people?"

"Should be possible?" Xia Wu scratched her head. She was actually quite interested in Chinese medicine, but she just couldn't bear to learn it. It was too challenging.

"Okay, then you recruit a few apprentices for me. If you recruit enough people, we will open a clinic and then I will retire." Yang Hongen sighed with emotion. He has really been working all his life and is still working at the age of over 70.

"Young people nowadays are so impatient and impetuous. Look at all this medicine, it's just rubbish. The price is getting higher every year, but the efficacy is getting worse every year!"

Old Master Yang spent a long time cleaning up and couldn't help complaining. He thought it was good enough if he could pick out half of the herbs that were usable.

Now that planting technology is advanced, many medicinal herbs can be grown in greenhouses. Medicinal herbs that originally took two or three years to grow can now be harvested in one to six months. The herbs have grown, but their medicinal properties are not much.

Coupled with unreasonable processing methods, the herbs, which have little medicinal properties, become even worse after processing.

Xia Wu went over to smell it, and compared it with the good herbs. Sure enough, he could tell which herbs were good and which were bad just by the sense of smell.

"Master, why don't we change the purchasing agent?"

The drug dealers that Yang Hongen regularly purchases medicinal materials from have been cooperating with him for decades. From father to son, Yang Hongen has never changed his cooperation with them.

But in the past one or two years, the quality of the medicinal materials given to him has become worse and worse, and some are even inferior.

Yang Hongen felt very uncomfortable about this.

"If the quality of medicinal herbs has become like this, it's no wonder that traditional Chinese medicine is becoming increasingly unpopular."

When Xia Wu and Ji Yunzhou returned to the mountain in the evening, they were still feeling upset about what their grandfather had said.

Yes, society is developing faster and faster now, and everyone wants to make money as quickly as possible. If a year's profit can buy a villa, the capitalists will be more greedy and want to buy two villas with a year's profit.

Where does the profit come from?

If you can't make money by increasing the quantity of goods, then compromise on quality, reduce workers' wages, and increase their working hours.

These are all against human nature.

Not sustainable.

How can we change this situation?

Xia Wu could only think of using good money to drive out bad money.

She wants to grow herbs!

However, she is not good at growing herbs. Fortunately, there is an agricultural doctor like Jiang Xun in the mountains who can always come up with a solution.

The most urgent thing is to help grandpa find a few apprentices who are willing to learn medicine.

Xia Wu posted a message on the forum, looking for people who are interested in traditional Chinese medicine. He required people who had attended relevant schools or taught themselves and had some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. If they were willing to become apprentices, they would be provided with food and accommodation, no tuition fees, and a monthly salary of 1,800 yuan.

Considering the seriousness of the matter, Xia Wu did not offer too high a salary.

I am afraid that some people who don’t really like Chinese medicine will come here to fill in the gaps because of the high salary.

It's quite troublesome.

Moreover, the medical clinic she wanted to open would not be able to make a profit in a short period of time. She had to rely on her grandfather's kind nature. Even if the villagers in the nearby villages had no money to see a doctor, he would pay for it out of his own pocket and go up the mountain to collect herbs to treat them.

So all this money comes from her, for the sake of sustainable development, so that one day in the future a virtuous cycle can be formed.

The post Xia Wu posted was very popular. Not long after, seven or eight people were interested in it and wanted to "interview" in Yanggou Village.

Xia Wu emphasized the achievements of his grandfather, attracting some young people from all over the world who were passionate about the future of traditional Chinese medicine to come at their own expense.

Jiang Xun knew that Xia Wu wanted to grow herbs and decided to support him strongly. He provided Xia Wu with learning materials and then spent two days looking for a suitable place for growing herbs on Yantou Mountain.

Xia Wu refused to grow herbs in a greenhouse and only wanted to grow them in the most pristine mountains. It would just take more effort, but she believed that hard work would always pay off.

However, after Jiang Xun explored Yantou Mountain, he felt that it was a little too small for growing herbs.

Xia Wu doesn't grow herbs for fun. Since he wants to get serious about planting, he might as well do something big.

"Can you lease the hill behind Yantou Mountain? If you can, I suggest you take over that hill. It's more suitable for growing medicinal herbs than Yantou Mountain."