After all, Mr. Shi Jinmo was an experienced veteran. He calmed down immediately after being shocked. At the same time, he was also thinking about how credible Lin Sanqi's words were.
Not only Mr. Shi was thinking about this, all the other old men were also evaluating the risks in Lin Sanqi's words.
Then everyone thought of their own experience. From a famous doctor with wealth, power and connections, he fell from grace to become an ordinary doctor. From an ordinary doctor, he fell from grace to become a farmer, step by step towards the abyss.
If it were just personal gains and losses, it would be fine. Anyway, these 12 old men have enjoyed what they should have enjoyed and experienced what they should have experienced. It doesn't matter if they die at such an old age.
However, if so many precious medical books, ancient texts and notes were destroyed, everyone would feel indescribable heartache and depression.
Mr. Shi adjusted his glasses, looked at Lin Sanqi seriously and said:
"Comrade Xiaolin, since you've raised the issue, you must have a draft solution. Tell me about it."
Lin Sanqi knew that the sex scene was coming, so he had to handle it carefully, otherwise one bad thing would easily backfire.
"Old men, there are two paths to choose from now. Think about it and decide which one is more in line with your wishes."
Old Master Jiang Zonghui was already impatient:
"Boy, you're talking too much nonsense. Tell me what to do? These are the life's work of us old guys. Otherwise, we wouldn't carry them with us. We're just afraid they'll disappear if we leave them at home."
The oldest, Mr. Ren Yingqiu, also smiled bitterly at this time:
"All the antiques, calligraphy, and paintings I had at home disappeared. Luckily, those people didn't have good taste. They thought the books weren't worth much and were really heavy, so they just left them there."
Mr. Xiao suddenly woke up:
"I think what Comrade Xiaolin said is definitely right. Let alone five or six years later, even last year, we almost lost these medical books. It's the same at home. All the valuable ones are gone, and the worthless medical books are not kept. That's why I carry them with me wherever I go, for fear that I won't be able to find them when I return."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was suddenly shocked. It turned out that danger had already arrived, but they had just escaped it by luck.
Only Lin Sanqi knows that this is just an appetizer. Take the valuable ones and leave the worthless ones for you. Everyone should be civilized and set a new trend.
In a few years, no matter how valuable you are, everything... ahem... not even a bone will be left for you.
Mr. Jiang became even more anxious: "Comrade Xiaolin, please tell me what you have to say. You're dilly-dallying like an old woman."
Lin Sanqi thought that Mr. Ren was really a great assist.
"The first option is to donate all your medical books to the National Library. Books in the National Library generally won't be lost or intentionally damaged. Never donate them to universities. Remember this."
But there is a risk in this approach, that is, whether the staff of the National Library know the value of these books. What if they also think that these medical books are useless and just pile them up in the warehouse? Then the precious pearls will be covered in dust and will never see the light of day.
Looking at these medical books of yours, some of the paper is very fragile. If they are not properly kept, they may be completely destroyed in a few years or even decades. So whether you want to donate them or not is up to you.”
Old Master Jiang cursed, "Donate your fucking head! Haven't we donated enough? I'm almost donating my wife. Now, let's talk about the second one."
"The second way depends on whether you trust me. If you do, I will find a top-secret place to store these medical books so they can't be found. If your descendants ever want to retrieve these medical books, I can guarantee with my integrity that they will be returned intact."
Mr. Han, an old fox, suddenly became suspicious:
"Xiao Lin, what are you trying to achieve? Don't blame me, an old man, for being suspicious. Nothing works without gain. If there's no benefit for you, do you really need to take the risk of keeping these medical books?"
Many old men looked at Lin Sanqi at the same time, with doubts and scrutiny in their eyes.
Lin Sanqi smiled, knowing that it was useless to talk big to these old foxes, as they did not believe that there was a free lunch in the world.
"I did this out of public interest. I don't want so many national treasure-level medical books to be destroyed. If nothing unexpected happens, you 12 old gentlemen will be the last generation of masters in the history of Chinese medicine.
I'm going to say something you might not like to hear: if the 12 of you pass away, I'm afraid our traditional Chinese medicine heritage will be interrupted, with no one to carry on the tradition. Can a batch of university students like Pan Ye truly learn the essence of traditional Chinese medicine?
In a few decades, when our society is back on track, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine that emerge may be named Zhang Wuben, Liu Hongbin, Wang Lin, Hu Wanlin, etc. Believe it or not, the so-called masters of traditional Chinese medicine in later generations are actually a group of scammers.
Therefore, in order to ensure that genuine Chinese medicine continues to be passed down from generation to generation, or to ensure that there are people who can inherit your legacy after it is discontinued, in addition to protecting the secret recipes and core medical skills, you must also ensure that these medical books can be passed down intact.
Secondly, is there any benefit to me personally? Of course I want to learn Chinese medicine. Ahem, if you let me keep your medical books, I can also read them when I have time to broaden my horizons..."
Mr. Jiang scratched his head and said to the other old men:
"Comrade Xiaolin's words are credible. Our books are all spread out in the house. There are even many medical books that cannot be stacked in boxes, so they are piled in Xiaolin's house. Others cannot see them, but he can read them anytime he wants.
It seems that he flipped through a few pages during the move, and never picked up the book again. He clearly wasn't very interested in Chinese medicine. He probably wasn't trying to steal the medicine or learn it for personal gain."
Old Man Han was still a little skeptical: "What if he gave all our medical books to his father and two brothers?"
Mr. Shi shook his head at this time and said firmly:
"Doctor Lin Kushen isn't that kind of person. He's a man of his word and would never delve into the secrets of another family. Besides, his family's Lingnan style of medicine is completely different from ours. There's absolutely no need to relearn our techniques."
Traditional Chinese Medicine is actually divided into specialties.
For example, Lin Kushen is a specialist in typhoid fever, Cao Yingfu is a specialist in pulmonary disease, Lu Yuanlei is a specialist in spleen and stomach disease, Chen Wujiu is a specialist in pediatrics, and Han Bangxu is a specialist in acupuncture.
Although I have a general understanding of medical principles and can generally treat diseases in other fields, I am definitely not as professional as my own major.
If Lin Kucan got the medical books of these old national treasures, he wanted to change his major, give up his expertise in typhoid fever and study other specialties. It would take him more than ten or twenty years to master it.
Therefore, it is impossible for old Chinese medicine practitioners who have been famous for a long time, especially those who are nationally famous, to change their major.
One is that it is unnecessary. As a famous Chinese medicine doctor, how could I secretly be a mistress?
The second choice of changing subjects would be to disrespect one's teachers and ancestors, and one would be looked down upon by peers and ostracized.
Of course, there are general practitioners in traditional Chinese medicine. Two old men, Shi Jinmo and Xiao Longyou, are general practitioners who can treat everything. But there are very few such famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so they are called the "Four Famous Doctors of Peking".
Everyone has different thoughts. The common people have a hundred different minds.
It was Mr. Shi who first stood up. He thought it through and said:
"Xiao Lin, I believe you are trying to preserve the life of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I would like to trouble you to keep my medical books for me. However, I will tell my descendants that the medical books are with you. If they ask for them one day, I hope you can return them."
Lin Sanqi nodded seriously:
"Don't worry, old man. If I try to keep your medical books for myself, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death. Your descendants can ask me for them at any time, and I will give them to them. At the same time, you can also wait and see. In the next few years, you will understand why I want to protect these national treasure-level medical books."
Mr. Shi patted Lin Sanqi on the shoulder:
"I trust you. Give me a day or two and I'll make a list of books. I'll give one to you and one to my family as keepsakes. Also, you can browse my medical books at will, but they're for you only and not for anyone else."
Lin Sanqi suddenly rubbed his hands embarrassedly and said:
"Grandpa, I have an unsolicited request. Could my girlfriend borrow these medical books? Don't worry, it's just me and her. I won't let anyone else read them, not even my dad."
Mr. Shi laughed:
"You're such a romantic, boy. Okay, if you and classmate Pan want to see it, you have to kowtow to me and take me as your master. Let's establish a master-disciple relationship. One day in the future, when you go out to practice medicine, let the world know that you have a master."
When Pan Ye heard that he could become a disciple of the four famous doctors in Peking, he stood up excitedly. Just as he was about to kneel down, he was suddenly stopped by Mr. Jiang Zonghui.
"Wait, Xiaolin, I'll let you keep my medical books. However, our Jiang family's medical skills are strictly forbidden to outsiders. The conditions are the same as those for Old Man Shi. You and Xiao Pan must also accept me as your disciple."
Old Master Han Bangxu was also anxious: "And me, I have the same conditions. The medical book can only be given to the apprentice, not to outsiders."
The other old men saw this and thought, "Okay, let's just do it together," and they all asked Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye to become their disciples.
In fact, this is a little trick of the old men. One reason is that it is limited by family rules and cannot be passed on to outsiders. It requires a master-disciple relationship.
The second is that the traditional master-disciple relationship is comparable to the father-son relationship. If the apprentice betrays the master, he will be punished by everyone and cursed by his peers.
From now on, all medical books will be in Lin Sanqi's hands. What if they die and Lin Sanqi refuses to acknowledge the responsibility?
Therefore, giving Lin Sanqi a master-disciple relationship is equivalent to putting a moral shackle on him. If his descendants are able to live up to their expectations, they can take back the medical books and carry forward the tradition.
Lin Sanqi was stunned. He thought, Guo Jing had seven masters in one breath, so why did he have to worship twelve at once?
Isn’t this too much? Moreover, won’t it be biased? Are all Chinese medicine practices so wild?
"My dear elders, Pan Ye and I are worshipping twelve masters at once. Is this okay?"
Mr. Shi was in a good mood and laughed:
"Unusual times call for extraordinary measures. As long as the twelve of us have no objections, you will not be disrespecting your master and may be accepted."
Mr. Jiang also laughed: "Yes, you can worship, but after worshiping, you have to listen to us, not us listening to you."
Old Master Han also took the opportunity to put forward a condition: "From now on, you have to obey our orders when we ask you to eat something, otherwise you will be disrespecting your teacher and ancestors, hehe."
The other old men also chuckled and nodded in agreement.
Lin Sanqi knew that he and Pan Ye had a rare opportunity, so they had to take advantage of the old men's "confusion" to quickly determine the status so that they could get their hands on the medical books and secret recipes.
So he took Pan Ye's hand and knelt down in the yard:
"Masters, please accept the respects of your disciple, Lin Sanqi (Pan Ye)."
After saying that, the two of them knocked their heads against the muddy ground! (End of this chapter)
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