Chapter 546 The Lost [Eight Methods of Acupuncture]?

The day after seeing Ms. Su off, I truly retreated. I declined all invitations and politely declined all visits. I immersed myself in organizing my notes and summarizing them.

It took me six whole days to basically sort out the outline of "All Things Return to One".

On Thursday, April 21, the fifth year of Shangzhou, I had just started work. As soon as I arrived at 1701, the waitress came in and changed the water for me to make tea. She smiled and said:

"Boss Wan, it's time to drink your own water."

I didn't react for a moment. She showed the bottle.

"Oh, yes. Donglishui."

After sitting for a while and drinking a cup of tea, I decided to report to Mr. Chen. As soon as I arrived at the outer room, Secretary Ma stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen went to the municipal government for a meeting."

I nodded and turned around to leave.

Back at 1701, I didn't know what to do. My only real responsibility was the Taiyi Temple. Otherwise, I was responsible for everything else when the company needed me.

Then let’s continue to organize “All Things Return to One”.

At about nine o'clock, the cell phone rang. It was Jiang Chunlai calling.

"Teacher Wan, my formalities have been completed."

"Oh, okay. Wait for news at home."

"My father said he wanted to invite you to his home if you have time."

"Didn't your father object to you going out?"

"Now I understand."

"oh."

At this time, the voice on the phone changed: "Mr. Wan, this is Doctor Jiang, Old Jiang, hello, hello."

"Oh, hello, Doctor Jiang."

"I have a humble request. I'd like to invite you to my home. I wonder when you'd be free. Also, I have something I'd like to trouble you with."

After hearing this, I thought it was only fifty kilometers away, and since he was a doctor and had nothing to do today, I thought it would be okay to go, so I said:

"Then I won't hold you back. If you want to come, come today. I may not have time another day."

"That's great. I'll ask Chunlai to send you a map of the location."

After receiving Chunlai's location, I was about to leave when Qingruo called again, asking me where I was. I told her I was at 17:01.

She said, "Great, I'll come right up."

I had no choice but to sit down again and wait for her.

After a while, she came in and laughed: "I was afraid you hated me. It turns out you were in seclusion at home."

"You and Lao Xiao are both crazy, how could I hate you? I'm just thinking about a problem, and I haven't figured it out yet. At this time, I need to meditate."

"Master, there's no need to meditate now, right?"

I smiled.

"There's something about Bainiao Lake that I want to talk to you about."

"How about this? I'm going to Jiangjia Village, fifty kilometers away. Someone invited me to dinner. We'll talk when I get back."

"The person who invited you wasn't an eighteen-year-old girl, was he?"

"Old man."

"Then I'll go with you for a meal. I hope the host won't object. I can chat with you in the car."

"Then let's go."

Along the way, Qing Ruo introduced the progress of Bainiao Lake and said that the tourism department had objections to the name "Daughter Island" and requested a name change.

"Mr. Chen has told me about this before. I just can't understand what's wrong with [Daughter Island]."

"The tourism department said there was a suspicion of using gender as a gimmick to attract tourists."

I sneered, "Banks, mobile phones, and corporate front desks all have to select their window staff. Choosing beautiful women is just a gimmick, isn't it?"

"Master, now is not the time for you to debate with me. The arm cannot twist the thigh."

I thought about it and said, "Then call it [Jade Island]. In ancient Chinese poetry, there is a saying that clothing is used to represent women, such as the red sleeves representing women.

The name "jade" comes from a poem, two lines of which are "Journey to the West, washing spring silk, jasper today competes with beauty."

Qing Ruo said, "Everything you say has a basis. I admire you."

I asked, “When will it open?”

"What do you think? We're basically in the finishing stage now."

"Next year, the ancients said a major epidemic lasts no more than three years."

"I trust you."

My scumbag personality struck again: "How can you trust me so much?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "I don't believe you. Okay, are you satisfied now?"

I laughed out loud.

We chatted and laughed all the way, and the 50 kilometers flew by. The navigation system reminded me that I was almost there.

The car stopped by a pond, next to a Western-style building. I honked the horn and Chunlai ran in.

Then a tall man in his fifties came out. I assumed it was Dr. Jiang. I went up to him and shook his hand. Then I introduced Qing Ruo to him.

Doctor Jiang smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Come in."

Chunlai led the way and we met a woman at the door. He introduced her to us as his mother. The woman rubbed her hands together and said:

"I'm cooking. You guys go upstairs and rest."

There were some patients sitting in the living room downstairs, some of them still on saline drips. No wonder his living room was on the second floor.

We went up to the second floor and entered a simply decorated living room. Doctor Jiang sat down with us, and Chunlai was busy pouring tea and serving fruits and pastries.

Doctor Jiang said, "Teacher Wan, I was initially reluctant for Chun to come to Shangzhou or work at our county hospital.

The income is low, and no one believes in Chinese medicine until you get old. Don’t underestimate my small clinic, the income is pretty good.”

I nodded. "I know this. If you can't be a good prime minister, then be a good doctor. A good doctor is treated just as well as a prime minister. He is respected and lives a rich life. You don't have to serve the emperor cautiously every day. You are more powerful than the village chief in the village."

Everyone laughed so hard that even Chunlai covered his mouth to avoid laughing out loud.

Doctor Jiang said, "Teacher Wan is a good speaker. As for Chunlai wanting to go out with you, it was mainly because our old Fei persuaded me, saying that following you is not like following any other person. Especially since we are going abroad. So, I agreed."

After hearing this, Qing Ruo stared at me intently.

I just realized that it was a mistake to bring her here today because she didn't know I was going abroad.

I just smiled and didn't take up the topic, but said:

"Your yard is quite large. The feng shui is also quite good."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Jiang said, "Today, I would like you to help me check the Feng Shui of my old house."

"Old house?"

"Yes, my brother and his family live in the old house, but things have never been going well for him."

Chunlai interrupted, "Let's watch it after dinner."

Someone called out to Dr. Jiang, and he stood up and said, "I'm sorry, but that's the nature of my job. I'm always on the receiving end. Let Chunlai chat with you guys."

I asked Chunlai, "Does your father know acupuncture?"

Chunlai shook his head and said, "But I have acupuncture books at home."

I became interested: "Did it come from my ancestors or was it purchased?"

"It's been passed down from my ancestors. My family has been practicing medicine for five generations."

"Oh—how many are there?"

"One copy."

I thought to myself, this kind of book passed down from my ancestors must be a good one. So I said, "I'll talk to your dad later and I'll borrow it to take a look."

He said, "Don't tell him. He gave me this book when he heard you were going out with him. I'll get it."

As soon as Chunlai left, Qingruo immediately asked, "Are you going abroad to seek medical treatment again?"

I said, "Yes. I'm just a cultural consultant. I can help you over the phone if you need anything. I've made this request to Mr. Chen."

She turned away, looked at a painting on the wall, and then said, "I'm going to go for a walk outside."

Chunlai came in, gave me the book, and asked, "Um..."

"Mr. Zhang."

"Yes, where is Mr. Zhang?"

"I went to admire the scenery of your house."

Chun said, "I'll go keep her company. I have a big yellow dog at home, but it went out when you came."

I said, "Yes, go quickly, she is afraid of dogs."

I sat down alone and flipped through the book. I was surprised by what I hadn't seen before. There was nothing special about this yellowed book, but there was a page stuck inside.

The characters on this paper are in traditional Chinese. I don't recognize them all, but a quick glance at them reveals their value. The text on this paper is the Eight Methods of Acupuncture, which the acupuncture community unanimously believes to have been lost.

I took the paper out, folded it, and put it in my trouser pocket. It wasn't that I wanted to keep it for myself, but I was afraid that I would accidentally lose it.

Traditional Chinese medicine is practiced among the people, but as the times change, many people now use a combination of Chinese and Western medicine to treat illnesses. As for acupuncture, few people have inherited it.

So, such an important acupuncture and moxibustion method remained unrecognized, just quietly tucked away in this book. If Chunlai hadn't wanted to go out with me, I guess this book would have remained in the bookcase forever.

After a long time, it was lost in the dust of history.

After a while, Dr. Jiang came up and called me to eat. When I entered the restaurant, I found that Qing Ruo had already become half the owner, helping Dr. Jiang's wife set the table.

The meal was very sumptuous.

After dinner, Qing Ruo said she didn’t want to go to the Feng Shui clinic anymore and went to the living room to rest.

Dr. Jiang said, "I have a guest room at home. Go and sleep there."

Dr. Jiang's wife took Qingruo to the second floor to rest, while the father and son accompanied me to check out the feng shui of the old house.