There are three in total, and they have all left their jobs now.

The eldest disciple is in Huaxia Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the second disciple is in the American Chinese Hospital, and the third disciple is a traveling doctor, running around everywhere, and no one knows where he is now~

The last time we contacted each other was a year ago. He sent me a letter saying that he was working as a barefoot doctor in some village.

Huashan brought Atobe Keimitsu to China, and their first stop was Nanjing.

"I hope you can go with me to a few places and take a look. It's up to you what you think is the right thing to do."

From Qixia to Xuanwu, from Qinhuai to Jiangning, from Pukou to Gulou, from Jianye to Yuhuatai, from Qixia Temple to Zhongshan Scenic Area, from Nanjing University to Wutaishan Sports Center,

No. 418 Shuiximen Street, Jianye District, Nanjing is the location of the Jiangdongmen Memorial Hall, which also has a more well-known name, the Memorial Hall of the Victims in Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders.

Atobe Kagemitsu did not go in, but just looked at everything at the door in shock. It was not that he was unwilling to go in, but he just didn't want to disturb those people's sleep.

At this moment, he felt guilty for his country, not because of the casualties on the battlefield, but for the innocent civilians who lost their lives.

After bowing deeply at the door, I followed the teacher out.

An hour later, standing in front of the Nanjing Massacre Memorial, Atobe Keimitsu instantly understood all the teacher's intentions.

The densely packed records are all of the victims of the massacre that year.

These are things that will never appear in Japanese history books. They are true tragedies that cannot be described in any way in the books I have read from other channels!

These true histories are far more shocking and touching than what you learned from books!

He placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, bowed deeply three times, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Say it three times.

For some reason, Atobe Kagemitsu felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He had never seen such a scene before. At the same time as he was shocked and guilty, there seemed to be an indescribable sadness and confusion.

Looking at the silent child, Mr. Huashan sighed.

Then he also stepped forward and bowed to the ancestors, saying with a guilty heart: I'm sorry, my ancestors, this child is a good child, although the bloodline may be...

But considering that he sincerely apologized, please forgive him for coming uninvited.

Afterwards, they visited monuments in other places one after another, which took a total of one month. Every time they arrived at a place, Mr. Hua would take Jingguang to the monument.

After confirming that this child was a determined and good-natured child, he began to formally accept him as his fourth disciple, performing the ceremony of paying homage to his teacher.

He took the child, who was less than 8 years old, and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains, where he started by identifying herbs.