Man proposes, God disposes, and it cannot be forced.
Kong Ming and Zhuge Liang tried their best and waited for the opportunity.
Until the end, he helped Liu Bei establish Western Shu, which lasted for two generations. However, Liu Bei was only able to survive in a corner and did not fulfill his great wish to restore the Han Dynasty.
Is this considered a success?
Even saints and wise men dare not force it, let alone ordinary people?
If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish? What is honey to me is poison to others.
So sometimes, you really can’t force yourself to do things or be a good person.
Zhou Jiao figured it out. She wouldn't force her children's wishes, but she couldn't ignore it or forget about it either.
Having inherited Dr. Hu's unique skills, she packed up the medicines, sent her three sons off to do internships at the grassroots level, and returned to the city hospital's Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic every weekend.
To her third senior brother Dong Zhichao, she was not the deputy director of a department of the State Planning Commission, but a disciple of her master, Dr. Hu, who was over 80 years old, and a young Chinese medicine practitioner who was proficient in acupuncture.
As a certain point in history approached, Zhou Jiao spent more of her free time on medical skills. In order to practice her skills, she even took up embroidery.
The happiest person recently is Doctor Hu. If Zhou Jiao had not made great achievements in her work, the old man would have wanted his only successor to give up his job and devote himself to studying medicine.
With such thoughts in mind, he naturally brought it up whenever he had the chance, both in words and indirect words.
For example, on this day, in the ward, Doctor Hu once again watched Zhou Jiao giving acupuncture to the patient. When he went out and saw that his young apprentice began to smile, he brought up the same old topic again.
"Jiaojiao, isn't it a great sense of accomplishment to see another patient recover?"
"Um."
"Saving a life is more valuable than building a seven-story pagoda. There's no greater profession than saving the dying and healing the wounded. That patient was the breadwinner of his family. Saving him is like saving a whole family. As the ancients said, 'If you can't be a good minister, be a good doctor.' In the past, the status of a doctor was no less than that of an official."
Zhou Jiao looked at him with a guilty look on her face, "Master."
This trick always worked for Doctor Hu. The old man immediately rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "Oh, forget it, as long as you like it."
Zhou Jiao may not care about the lives of outsiders, but she feels genuinely guilty towards the old man.
The better the old man treated her, the more guilty she felt. In the past, due to circumstances, he didn't force her, and he was also worried about her.
But what about now?
He had originally let go of his useless apprentice and picked the youngest one, Wuyi. The old man really wanted to train his apprentice to take over.
As a result, her youngest son was not interested in these things and went to college excitedly, leaving his mother to do what he called "side jobs".
Fortunately, she still had her senior brothers in the sect. She remembered that when she first became their disciple, she swore an oath not to let the sect be extinct, otherwise she would really have to die to atone for her sin.
When Zhang Guoqing came to pick her up, Zhou Jiao was still thinking about a question.
"Old man, are you really unwilling to accept another apprentice? Do you want me to persuade him?"
Zhou Jiao glanced at him sideways. "He said it five years ago. He's an old man, and he'd be crazy to bother teaching others. Not only him, but also me. I have no interest in teaching outsiders.
This isn't some secret skill that can't be passed down to outsiders, but it's exhausting, mentally exhausting. It requires both talent and diligence. Do you know how many books I read in those first three years?
Zhang Guoqing shook his head speechlessly. Wife, you are being arrogant, do you understand?
"Originally, I thought I'd get the upper hand because Mai Sui has some basic skills, but she's only been here a few days, and I tried a few times, but it still didn't work.
She spent three or four days memorizing a thin volume of Treatise on Febrile Diseases. With my mother and I as a comparison, if she fell into my master's hands, she would be seriously injured if not killed."
Zhou Jiao sighed, "I feel really sorry for my master now. No wonder he's so reluctant to accept any disciples. My senior brothers and sisters all started memorizing medical skills at the age of three. As soon as they could walk, they'd carry small backpacks and follow him up the mountain to collect herbs. Just think about it, where can you find such conditions nowadays?"
"Orphanage?"
Zhou Jiao quickly shook her head, "Who will serve him? No. He's old, and I really don't want to take him in. I'm not interested in wasting time and effort on outsiders."
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "We'll talk about it later. Maybe one of our grandchildren will be interested. I think the old man has had this idea before."
"You're just smart."
Zhang Guoqing continued to hold the steering wheel with both hands and slowed down. "They say that old people become more shrewd. He has lived to such an old age, who can be more shrewd than him?"
What Zhou Jiao hates most now is hearing that someone is very old, which means that the time someone spends with her is getting shorter day by day.
She turned her head to look out the window. It would be better to look at the energetic young people on the street. It would be a good feast for the eyes...
"Huh? Brother, look to the left in front of you. Yes, that's the guy everyone's staring at. He's wearing bell-bottom pants. He's actually wearing them on the street. Stop now."
Zhang Guoqing braked immediately after hearing that. When he saw this, he laughed out loud. What an idiot young man!
"It really does look like a big broom. I already thought the bell-bottom pants the old housekeeper gave me were too exaggerated, but I didn't expect there would be something even more exaggerated."
"Brother, go down and take a look, there's a commotion going on."
It was a rare occasion when his wife wanted to join in the fun, so Zhang Guoqing got out of the car without saying a word and stood next to her, saying, "Don't get too close. Someone probably reported it to the neighborhood committee."
As they were talking, a lot of pedestrians had gathered in front of them. All they could hear were the girls screaming for help and the boys shouting angrily, "Try to cut it."
Zhou Jiao didn't want to squeeze into the crowd, so she followed Zhang Guoqing to the outside, standing on tiptoe to watch the fun.
She had heard before that when bell-bottom pants first became popular in China, many elderly ladies and elderly men saw them and cut a lot of them with scissors. She didn't expect that they were not lying.
"See? Those are some foreign jeans."
"Jeans? The kind of pants foreign cowherds wear?"
"Hahaha, I heard these are bell-bottoms. Also, jeans aren't the kind of pants foreign cowherds wear."
"Whatever those pants are, they're not good."
"What a shame! He's just like a scoundrel, wearing pants that look like brooms. Why don't the adults at home do anything about it?"
Following a sharp "Ah" sound, the group of people gathered in a large circle had no time to speak or discuss, and all burst into laughter.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiao pulled Zhang Guoqing and turned to leave.
The attitude of these spectators is actually the attitude of many people in this era.
It's no wonder that this is happening.
In the past decade or so, the people living on this land have experienced too much hardship, which has made them no longer dare to accept new things, let alone take another step forward.
This idea has long been deeply rooted, and it will take time to change.
What young people can easily accept is undoubtedly heretical in the eyes of these older people. Therefore, she did not think of helping others.
This conflict can only change slowly over time, and I don’t know whether it is good or bad?
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