Chapter 242: Take a bite of the fat meat
No one can accurately tell how many secret Chinese medicine recipes the Japanese stole during World War II.
Wait another 20 years, after the reform and opening up, how many Japanese businessmen have lurked around and stolen or cheated our traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions under the guise of investment inspections?
If they really thought Chinese medicine was useless, why did they steal so many of our prescriptions? Did they go back and burn paper for the wild ghosts in the Liqing Kingdom's sanctuary?
Japan is a very cunning country.
On the one hand, they organized and purposefully bribed some public intellectuals and doctors in China, advocating the theory that traditional Chinese medicine is useless, demanding the abolition of traditional Chinese medicine, misleading the public, and raising a wave of anti-traditional Chinese medicine.
At the same time, they used the stolen traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions to develop the so-called "Chinese herbal medicine", and then occupied 90% of the world's traditional Chinese medicine export market, which is a huge market worth tens of billions of dollars and made a lot of money.
Those traitors in the country who have been paid to work for money, play the role of public intellectuals under the banner of science, seeking fame and reputation while secretly collecting Japanese yen. After begging for mercy, they may even be rewarded with Japanese citizenship.
This has to be said to be a tragedy of traditional Chinese medicine.
Lin Sanqi really wanted the secret recipes mastered by the 12 old national treasures, because each secret recipe represented a magical Chinese patent medicine that could be monetized and turned into a golden rooster that made a lot of money.
But he had a bit of conscience and didn't want to covet these secret recipes, so he asked:
"Master Ren, if decades later, your descendants no longer study Chinese medicine, or forget about the secret recipes, what should I do with these medical books and recipes?"
There is a high possibility that no one will claim it.
The reason why it is said that there is a generation gap in traditional Chinese medicine is that after 20 years of ups and downs, the descendants of these famous doctors have basically died out, and most of them no longer study medicine or have missed the best age to study medicine.
As for the disciples who were accepted before liberation, they either grew old in the ups and downs of the next few decades or died alone and sadly. Only a few of them survived until the reform and opening up.
That storm, just like when Huang Chao covered the entire city with golden armor, killed and forced the aristocratic families to completely withdraw from the stage of history, and there were no more aristocratic families from then on.
For example, the four famous doctors in Peking: Xiao Longyou, Kong Bohua, Wang Fengchun, and Shi Jinmo.
In 2013, have you heard of any direct descendant of these four famous doctors becoming a famous doctor again? Revitalizing their family and restoring the glory of traditional Chinese medicine?
It is true that some of the younger generations of the four famous doctors practiced traditional Chinese medicine, but later they were basically recruited by Tong Ren Tang, became a money-making tool for the company, and eventually disappeared from the world.
Among them, Shi Jinmo’s son Shi Xiaomo is the most famous of his direct descendants.
But everyone knows that this name is not in accordance with etiquette. How can he use the same character "墨" as his father?
In traditional families, not only is it not allowed to share a character with the name of one's father or ancestors, even homophonic names are not allowed, which completely violates the "family taboo".
To put it bluntly, Shi Xiaomo just wanted to make some money by taking advantage of his father's fame. As a result, when he was dying, he only became an associate chief physician, not even a senior professor. He was truly a son of a tiger father.
Of course, Mr. Shi Xiaomo might cry out for injustice, blaming his old man who was on the verge of death and donated the family's ten secret recipes to the country, leaving him with nothing.
But he didn't think about it. If it weren't for his father's decisive donation, would there be a person like Shi Xiaomo?
"No one claimed it?"
Mr. Ren laughed:
"This possibility still exists. If that day really comes, it will be a blessing for you and Xiao Yezi. This opportunity will fall on the two of you, and the secret recipe and medical book will belong to you two."
Lin Sanqi thought, the old man is quite open-minded. He just gave me this secret weapon? Is it that simple?
Sure enough, the old man had more to say.
"But now that I have given you this opportunity, the responsibility of carrying forward Ren's Traditional Chinese Medicine will also fall upon your shoulders. Today, I am breaking down the barriers between us in the hope of keeping a spark of hope alive for our Traditional Chinese Medicine. I hope you won't let me down."
Lin Sanqi suddenly knelt down and solemnly promised:
"Master, rest assured. I will definitely drive out the Daryu and restore China. Oh no, I'm going to defend traditional Chinese medicine."
Mr. Ren waved his hand and said, "Don't be so quick to kneel. If you want to kneel, you'll have to kneel 12 times tonight, haha."
"Huh?" Lin Sanqi was a little confused.
At this time, Mr. Han also handed over two boxes:
"Kid, I don't know how long I can live. Maybe one day I'll be eaten by wolves while working in the fields. It's even more likely that I'll be trapped on the farm forever. But I don't want my family's Thirteen Heavenly Ghost Needles to be lost, so I'll give it to you today.
Inside this box is a list of medical books and a handwritten copy of my acupuncture experience, which I have personally written down over 50 years of medical practice. Anyone who reads this notebook thoroughly and practices diligently will definitely become the second best in the country in acupuncture."
Lin Sanqi just caught a wooden box and asked curiously, "Then who is number one in the country?"
"Stupid guy, of course I'm number one. Ask these old guys, who among them can beat me in acupuncture? Humph."
Several old men chuckled, and the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.
Mr. Han then handed over a box with a more exquisite and ancient appearance.
"Boy, this is a complete set of silver needles passed down from my ancestors. They are made of meteorites from outer space and are very precious. I couldn't even bear to give this set of acupuncture tools to my son, so I'm keeping it with you for now. If my descendants come looking for it one day, please return it to my Han family.
My son is a spendthrift, so I don't dare give him these medical books, these secret recipes, and this set of acupuncture tools. I carry them with me. If I give them to him, they will be ruined and he can sell them to a scrap yard right away.
But my eldest grandson is quite good, and has been clever since he was young. I don’t know if he can inherit my legacy. Unfortunately, I’m not home now, and I can’t teach him. If I really waste ten or twenty years, I’m afraid my family’s inheritance will be cut off.”
Lin Sanqi couldn't help being curious, so he opened the box and took a look. On the velvet inside were rows of long and short silver needles, with carvings on the tops of the silver needles. It was obvious that they were not ordinary items.
"Wow, old man, this is a treasure. But it's useless if you only give me tools without teaching me the skills."
Old Man Han laughed heartily: "I'm right here. If you want to learn, I'll teach you. I'm just afraid that you, with your stupid head, won't be able to learn."
Lin Sanqi curled his lips and said, "I can't learn it. I have a smart wife, and she is your last disciple."
After saying that, Lin Sanqi pulled Pan Ye, and Pan Ye quickly knelt down with a red face:
"Master, I will definitely study hard."
Old Man Han smiled widely: "Okay, okay, you are much more obedient than Lin Xiaoguang."
At this time, Mr. Shi said impatiently:
"Alright, alright, don't take them out one by one. There's no need to embarrass these two kids by making them kneel again and again."
After saying this, Mr. Shi stacked the wooden boxes prepared by everyone on the kang:
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Ye, in addition to the regular list, our secret recipes are all in here. You must keep them properly and not lose anything. Xiao Lin, let me ask you again, is the place you found safe and reliable?"
Lin Sanqi thought, if I put it in the channel space, no one else in the world will be able to find it.
“Master Shi, don’t worry. The place I found has a constant temperature and is free of insects and disasters. The key is that it is absolutely safe and hidden. As long as I don’t die, these secret recipes and medical books will never be lost.”
Mr. Jiang's eyes turned and he suddenly asked:
"Boy, you're not going to put all these medical books in the emperor's underground palace in the Ming Tombs, are you? Did the country excavate more than just the Ding Tomb? I heard that after the Ding Tomb is excavated, the Chang Tomb will be excavated. Is that true?"
Lin Sanqi was also at a loss for words: "How could we possibly put it in the underground palace? That would be like delivering food to the archaeological team. Besides, the underground palace is very humid and not suitable for storing paper."
Lin Sanqi had actually gone down to the underground palace of Dingling a few days ago. It was eerie and only one staff member lit the place with a torch, which gave the impression of a tomb robber.
It is said that "Lanting Preface" is either in Li Shimin's Tang Zhaoling Mausoleum or in Li Zhi and Wu Zetian's Qianling Mausoleum. It is estimated that it has been reduced to ashes after more than a thousand years.
Mr. Shi waved his hand and said, "No need to ask any more questions. We don't employ people we doubt, and we trust people we employ."
Lin Sanqi asked again, "Masters, have you ever considered donating your secret recipe to the country?"
The old men looked at each other, feeling a little awkward. It was then that Mr. Xiao Longyou said clearly:
"Let's not hand it over to the country for now. If the world is at peace in the future, we still hope that these medical books and secret recipes will be inherited by our family, so that our descendants can have a unique skill to settle down and build a career.
Xiaolin, although you belong to the country, you are now our apprentice. I will not hide it from you. The country is also made up of different people. Some are selfless, but there are also selfish people who only want to take good things for themselves.
If we donate our secret formula, can you guarantee that it will fall into the hands of the country and benefit the people? If so, then we'll donate it for us. If not, why not give it to your apprentice so that he can make conscientious medicine and open a conscientious pharmaceutical factory in the future?
Uh, okay, Lin Sanqi was speechless.
I thought that the ideological awareness of these old men was still very low. It seemed that as the leader of the labor thought reform team, I had a heavy responsibility.
Lin Sanqi looked at his watch. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening. Everyone was asleep. The dark and windy night was the perfect time to do bad things.
"Alright, Masters, we should hurry up rather than delay. I'm going to drive the truck now, and we'll move the medical books and the secret recipe box overnight to avoid any further complications."
The old men also stood up decisively and said, "Okay, let's pack up now."
Pan Ye also stood up: "I'll help."
That night, a large truck loaded with more than 2,000 medical books and 80 secret recipes drove out of the Changping branch of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and disappeared in the vast crowd.
Lin Sanqi actually had an idea a long time ago.
If the original copies of these medical books and secret recipes are claimed by family members in the future, he will definitely hand them over and will not do anything to betray his teacher and ancestors.
But this doesn't mean that he can't make copies. Others don't have the conditions, but he does.
How can you not take a few bites of the fat meat you have got?
(End of this chapter)
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