"Did I hear that right? The long-lost Sunflower Acupuncture Technique has reappeared?"
"Isn't this something that was made up by the author of the book?"
"They're putting on a martial arts drama here."
"I really don't believe it, but I have to believe what the jungler says."
"If it's true, I want to learn."
"I want to see, I want to see. Maybe he really is some kind of reclusive master. He looks very mysterious. The person who lives here is definitely not simple."
Li Sheng led Sang Sang to Grandma Xiga's small mud house. Grandma Xiga lived alone and seemed to be in worse condition than everyone else. The mud house had no windows and was dark inside.
When the old man saw Li Sheng arrive, he quickly took out a small stool to greet him. He chatted with Sang Sang for a few minutes and then went back inside. A little while later, he brought over two cups of water.
It was brownish. Li Sheng took a sip; it tasted like honeysuckle.
Li Sheng saw a large wooden shelf by the wall, filled with many herbs, some dried, and a small iron pot simmering medicinal paste. It smelled familiar; it was the dog-skin plaster that his grandfather used to make.
He wanted to ask some questions about traditional Chinese medicine, such as how his body suddenly became numb and he lost all sensation last time.
Even with Sangsang there, it's still difficult to explain in just a few words.
Grandma Xiga told Li Sheng to wait outside while she went inside to get something.
Then I heard the sound of the wooden box being opened. The thing must be very valuable, otherwise it wouldn't be wrapped up in so many layers.
A moment later, the person came out, carrying a book as thick as a brick. The entire book was yellowed. Li Sheng rubbed the paper; it was thick and rough. This person must be much older than her; this was something that had been passed down through generations.
Grandma Xiga saw that Li Sheng seemed to like it very much. Li Sheng had done so much for them, and they didn't have anything worth giving him. If he liked it, it would be best to give it to him.
Just as Li Sheng was looking at that page with some confusion, Granny Xiga suddenly grabbed Li Sheng's wrist, pressing her thumb against a point, and with her other hand under his armpit, she squeezed hard. Suddenly, his whole hand felt like it was being lifted up involuntarily, as if it had become light and airy, no longer controlled by gravity.
However, it didn't last long; it returned to normal in about a minute and a half.
Grandma Xiga mumbled something incomprehensible to Li Sheng, so he asked Sang Sang for help.
Sangsang pushed the book into Sheng-ge's arms: "Grandma Xiga said that if you like it, she hopes you can accept this book. She said she doesn't have anything to thank you for, so she hopes you won't mind."
This book must be a unique copy, right? Or is it a legacy passed down from a master in the past, and he just got it? He already feels honored to be able to read it and doesn't want to claim someone else's legacy as his own.
The most important thing is that he only needs to read it once, or at most twice, and then he can memorize it when he goes back, or make it into an e-book and store it in the cloud.
Perhaps Grandma Xiga didn't realize how important this thing was; it was priceless and could be passed down through the family.
At that moment, a professor who happened to be watching Li Sheng's live stream in the research institute saw the book in the live stream and suddenly shuddered, almost dropping his rice bowl.
This is a valuable item. So many great masters of traditional Chinese medicine have passed away, and so many carriers of traditional Chinese medicine knowledge have disappeared in the passage of time. This ancient book of traditional Chinese medicine has great research significance and is priceless to them.
I immediately contacted the live streaming platform where Mr. Li was staying and got his contact number, but I couldn't get through. In the end, I could only speak in the live stream hoping that Mr. Li could see this right now.
Professor from the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine: "Hello, I am a professor from the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The book you have is of great significance to us. I wonder if you could talk to the elderly gentleman and let us make a copy? We can discuss the price privately."
"Holy crap! Even the professor is here, which means it's all true."
"Professor, does the Sunflower Acupuncture Technique really exist?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine is all metaphysics, Western medicine is more reliable. Look around now, who doesn't see a Western doctor?"
"I think traditional Chinese medicine has been exaggerated to an absurd degree by a few people. It's hard to find even a few TCM clinics in a city."
"Although I strongly support traditional Chinese medicine, this is the reality."
Professor of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine: "If you are willing, I will bring my students here in person to learn from this old man. I hope you can give us this opportunity."
The professor, dressed in white, was flushed and looked grief-stricken. It was unclear whether he was anxious or angry at the netizens. Although he was angry, he had to admit that traditional Chinese medicine had indeed declined and was not being passed down. Perhaps one day it would really disappear from the world and be completely replaced by Western medicine.
The professor sent several messages in a row, and Li Sheng finally saw them; the professor was from the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Not bad, he could become a benefactor of Peach Blossom Village.
Li Sheng tactfully conveyed the professor's wishes from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute to Grandma Xiga.
“Someone told me they were willing to pay to buy the contents of this book because your medical book is very powerful, even more so than some big names outside. So they want to learn from you. I don’t know if you would be willing. It would be a great help to our Peach Blossom Village if people from outside were willing to come.”
Sangsang found it hard to believe, but Sheng-ge was definitely not lying to her. She realized that Grandma Xiga was so amazing, and she instantly felt a little proud.
After Sangsang relayed this to Grandma Xiga, Grandma Xiga seemed to radiate with joy. She realized that she was so capable, and that even outsiders had ways that were inferior to her, an old woman, and that outsiders were willing to come to places like theirs.
Then she grabbed Li Sheng's hand and started making some cooing noises.
Sangsang: "Grandma Xiga said she's willing, and she will definitely treat the visitors well."
Grandma Xiga is getting on in years. It would be a real shame if she took all her skills with her without a successor. She herself is willing to accept that the skills could be passed down, which would be a good thing.
Li Sheng found Shanmu and asked him if he could send out the location information. Although ordinary mobile phones wouldn't work, Shanmu and his team's special equipment made it easy for them to do so.
When the professor saw the location sent to him, he found himself in a very remote place, deep in the mountains, where there was no road at all. But this did not deter him from moving forward. He immediately notified his students to pack their things and set off.
Li Sheng also specifically reminded everyone that there is no signal on ordinary mobile phones here, so it is best to bring satellite communication tools and some weapons, as you may encounter wild animals in the mountains and forests on the way in.
The rest is none of his business. As the leader of this village, Sangsang needs to learn to stand on his own. He won't stay here for long and can't keep scheming for them forever.
He felt he had repaid the life-saving debt well by doing this much, and that it wasn't a complete failure.
Yamaki and the others had already discussed leaving this place. He wouldn't be staying long; he would take Naituan and the others with him to leave and get treatment for their eyes.
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