Chapter 49 The revered Medical Sage, practicing medicine illegally! This…
Although Wang Jiajia is depressed because of her illness, she is not stupid.
She quickly realized that her breathing frequency seemed to have decreased. To prove it wasn't just her imagination, she even set an alarm to test it out. Sure enough, she didn't feel any urge to hold it in for about twenty minutes.
You should know that before this, she could only endure it for a maximum of five minutes.
"I told you your condition was much better!" Mother Chen Meiling was overjoyed. "You've been going to the toilet much less often these past few days."
Mom had been remembering all along. Wang Jiajia suddenly felt a pang of guilt; she hadn't been very nice to her parents lately because of her depression.
"It seems that Dr. Zhang really is a miracle doctor. If we take our medicine properly for half a month, we might be completely cured!"
Chen Meiling is now very glad that she didn't listen to the doctor's nonsense when she got the medicine. Actually, she had some doubts after listening to him, wondering if Dr. Zhang was reliable. But later she felt that she should trust Xiao Zhuang's example, and when she came to Qinghe Ancient Town, she inquired and almost everyone praised Dr. Zhang highly.
So Chen Meiling eventually forgot what Qian Guanshan had said.
After taking the medicine at home for another four or five days, Wang Jiajia was able to clearly sense that her illness was improving.
Her trips to the toilet have become much more frequent, and everything seems normal. Most importantly, she's passing gas less often; now she only passes gas three or four times a morning or afternoon. Her best friends who come to visit her say they can no longer smell the faint sewer odor that she had when she was sick.
"You can go to school now!" my best friend said excitedly. "When you get there, you can slap those people across the face. I told you you should have been tougher on them before. By the way, is that doctor really that amazing?"
"Amazing!" Wang Jiajia nodded emphatically. "I want to thank him, but I don't know what to give him?"
"Let's present a banner! And buy some fruit too," my best friend said immediately. "That's what everyone's saying online."
Wang Jiajia told Chen Meiling, and Chen Meiling agreed. So, taking advantage of Chen Meiling's day off, Wang Jiajia brought her daughter to Guanmaitang in a grand display, carrying a banner and a fruit basket.
Chen Meiling's voice choked with emotion as she held Zhang Zhongjing's hand. Zhang Zhongjing awkwardly tried to pull away but couldn't, and could only let the woman hold it: "Dr. Zhang, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have done..."
She only found out in the last two days that there were children in the patient support group her daughter had joined who wanted to commit suicide. She didn't dare to think about what would happen if her daughter had the same thoughts.
Zhang Zhongjing smiled and said, "As a doctor, it is my duty to treat the sick and save lives."
He looked at the banner they brought with great curiosity. When the banner was unfurled, the four large characters "Miraculous Healing Hands" were displayed before everyone's eyes, along with the signatures of Mr. and Mrs. Chen Meiling and Wang Jiajia.
The medical sage nodded repeatedly after reading it, his smile widening.
This is great! The color scheme is festive, it will look beautiful hanging on the wall.
On the other side, Qian Bojiang and Qian Guanshan witnessed the entire event. Chen Meiling and Wang Jiajia had both seen it before, and they both understood what what they were seeing meant.
Qian Bojiang chuckled twice and said to his unreliable father, "You see? The patient's condition has obviously improved after taking the medicine. Don't you understand?"
If you can't understand the revised classical formulas, it's a matter of your own level of understanding!
Qian Guanshan looked at his son, who was siding with outsiders, and felt both ashamed and angry. Finally, he pushed him away and said, "Fine, fine, you can stay here and be his unpaid laborer! You're siding with outsiders, just wait and see how your grandfather deals with you when he gets back!"
After saying that, he stormed off in anger.
Qian Bojiang watched his retreating figure and muttered to himself, "Who knows who will get their comeuppance..."
He turned his head and saw that Zhang Zhongjing was already taking Wang Jiajia's pulse, so he immediately scurried over.
Zhang Zhongjing believed that the effects of Wang Jiajia's previous course of treatment were gradually becoming apparent, and the next two weeks would mainly focus on regulating her digestive system. He adjusted the prescription and casually handed it to Qian Bojiang, who was standing nearby.
"Get them their medicine."
These herbs are all available at Guanmaitang; there's no need to go outside to get them.
Qian Bojiang was overjoyed as he held the prescription, his voice even louder than before: "Alright!"
What does this mean? It means that Dr. Zhang did not hold a grudge against him because of his father's situation, and it seems that he can continue to stay here and listen to Dr. Zhang's lectures.
Wang Jiajia brought back another two weeks' worth of medicine. Unlike last time, this time she was joyful and full of hope.
After returning home, she remembered her patient support group and immediately opened it to share her experiences over the past few days, hoping it would help other patients.
Unexpectedly, when I opened it, my screen was flooded with messages.
She glanced at it and immediately stood up from the sofa.
Little A is going to commit suicide!
Today, Xiao A posted something resembling a suicide note on her social media, which was seen by her group members. Now everyone is trying their best to persuade Xiao A to come out, but she hasn't shown up in the group chat.
Some people reported it directly to the local police.
Wang Jiajia immediately typed, her hands trembling: "I have her contact information, I'll call her."
She blamed herself for not turning on her phone earlier today, or for not posting her medical experience sooner; she had originally planned to wait until the treatment was over.
If something really happens to Xiao A, she won't forgive herself.
Unable to reach her by phone, she left a message for A:
Don't do anything foolish! I was just about to tell you that I'm cured! Really, I'm not lying to you!
There's a really good traditional Chinese medicine doctor here who cured me. I even went for a follow-up appointment today. Don't die! Come to my place, I'll introduce you to this doctor!
After leaving a message, Wang Jiajia kept calling Xiao A.
Fortunately, after she made more than a dozen calls and bombarded the phone with messages, Xiao A finally answered.
As soon as A opened her mouth, she burst into tears: "Jiajia, I can't take it anymore. I don't want to live like a rat in the gutter, afraid to step into crowds. What did I do wrong that they treat me like this??"
Wang Jiajia understood this feeling all too well, and tears streamed down her face as well: "I know, I know. But I'm telling the truth, my illness really is cured, I only took medicine for ten days!"
Little A didn't believe it: "I know you're lying to me. I've seen countless doctors and tried all kinds of Chinese and Western medicine, but it just doesn't get better! Why is that!"
"Really!" Wang Jiajia blurted out. "If you don't believe me, I'll come to your place and see for myself. You wait here, I'll go book the train tickets right now!"
After much persuasion, she finally convinced Xiao A that the illness could be cured quickly, and she gave up her suicidal idea. What she didn't know was that Xiao A had already saved up sleeping pills; even just half an hour of sleeping pills tonight could have irreversible consequences.
Wang Jiajia told Chen Meiling about this.
Without saying a word, Chen Meiling immediately booked a train ticket for her daughter for that evening: "I'll go with you."
If something really happens to that child, how heartbroken would the parents be?
After doing all this, Wang Jiajia shared the news in the patient support group, which put everyone at ease, and they then had time to focus on other things:
[Jiajia, are you really better?]
Is that soup recipe really that effective? Please share!
Which doctor can I see?
Wang Jiajia quickly replied: "Dr. Zhang said that everyone's situation is different and the prescription needs to be tailored to the individual, so I won't share the prescription. If you have time, you can take a trip to Qinghe Ancient Town in Qinghe City. Dr. Zhang's clinic is located in the ancient town and is called Guanmaitang."
This marked the first time Guanmaitang had appeared in public.
......
Lu Xiaoqi was unaware that a group of patients from other places were about to arrive in Qinghe Ancient Town; she was in Meishan Village watching the Kiln God Festival.
Meishan Village was the village where she and Ren Zhijiao had previously located the brick kiln. It was named after several old plum trees on the hill behind the village. After the location of the brick kiln was determined, the two brothers, Zhang Da and Zhang Er, brought their luggage over the next day and set up shop there. They also found six or seven laborers in the village to work as laborers, and they gradually built the brick kiln.
The soil near Meishan Village is unsuitable, so it has to be transported from elsewhere. Recently, trucks carrying raw materials have been arriving in droves, bringing life back to this once quiet old mountain village.
Before today, the two brothers had fired ordinary tiles several times, partly to test the kiln and the raw clay materials, and partly to give the new workers some practice. Now, they could finally start firing glazed tiles.
Firing glazed tiles is no simple task. In the past, official kilns would hold a grand consecration ceremony before firing. The Zhang brothers naturally wanted to follow this tradition, so they chose today to hold a ceremony to worship the kiln god and invited Lu Xiaoqi to come.
Upon hearing about this exciting event, Liu Chan immediately rushed over and started a live stream. Of course, this time she used the official account of Qinghe Ancient Town.
The official account has been operating for a while and has already built a stable fan base. Many fans clicked in after the live stream started.
[Sacrifice to the kiln god? 】
[Finally, a live stream! What's on this time? Bring it up for me to see.]
Where is Teacher Yuwen? I want to see Teacher Yuwen!
"You're firing a kiln? What kind of porcelain? Seriously, there are more and more people firing porcelain these days; you need to come up with something new."
Liu Chan laughed smugly: "We've really done something new this time, firing glazed tiles! Never seen that before, have you?"
Glazed tiles? This is the first time I've ever seen them.
【No, you're going to use glazed tiles? Like the ones on the roof of the Forbidden City? They don't seem to match the style of the Jiangnan region quite well...】
I just don't like glazed tiles; they look too tacky and gaudy.
Liu Chan replied to the man, "You're quite ignorant. Glazed tiles come in many colors, yellow, green, blue, red... What we're planning to fire here is peacock blue glazed tiles, a color that's been lost to time!"
The official account's followers are mostly people who usually like and pay attention to traditional Chinese crafts, and there are a few knowledgeable people in the comments section.
Don't be oblivious; in the past, only emperors could use those yellow, golden roof tiles.
Go out more often. Once you see the glazed tiles fired using traditional methods, you won't say they aren't beautiful; they truly shimmer and gleam.
I've seen it! The Tiffany blue glazed tile stage in Shanxi Province is absolutely stunning in the sunlight.
[What Tiffany blue? That's what the host called peacock blue! But wasn't the glaze for that color lost to time? Host, can you recreate it? If you can, I'll kowtow to you.]
Liu Chan laughed heartily and moved closer to Zhang Da and Zhang Er: "No need to kowtow to me, just kowtow to these two masters. Their ancestors made glazed tiles for the Forbidden City! They have a family secret recipe, understand?"
Zhang Da and Zhang Er forced stiff smiles at the camera. Previous social media posts had focused too much on filming carpenters; their experience was clearly lacking.
Lu Xiaoqi chuckled as she read it.
The comments in the live stream continued:
[I looked it up, and the color is indeed beautiful. Only a few buildings in Shanxi Province still have it: the Prince of Dai's Mansion, the Daixian Confucian Temple, the old opera stage... What a pity! If those two craftsmen could actually recreate it, I'd really kowtow to them.]
Liu Chan read it aloud to Zhang Da and Zhang Er.
Zhang Da waved his hand in a panic: "Kowtowing is unnecessary, such a grand gesture is not required. Peacock blue can be fired, but today we are firing green glazed tiles, not peacock blue."
Yuwen Kai decided to replace the eaves of Qinghe Tower with green glazed tiles, giving it a more Jiangnan (southern China) style.
Everyone could see that these two men had absolutely no sense of online humor, and their flirting was even more intense:
【Yes, yes, I've taken a screenshot. The whole internet will witness it.】
[Screenshot saved. Waiting for the feast to begin... oh no, I mean, waiting for the knapping to start.]
Zhang Da and Zhang Er panicked even more: "No, no, we're just tile makers..."
Liu Chan interrupted them, jokingly saying, "You didn't kowtow for nothing, this is a battle for honor! You know about Kyōgyō from Japan last year, right? It's a Japanese brand that makes tiles, they announced they'd fired peacock blue glazed tiles, but my two masters could tell right away..."
He used his silver tongue to recount the minor dispute, immediately igniting the excitement of the viewers in the live stream:
This truly is a battle for honor!
[Support both masters! These kids have been learning from us, and they've actually started to think they're the real deal. We need to show them who the true inheritors of Chinese civilization are!]
[I searched it up, and it really is! Last year's news headline read, "Japan's Kyōgyō successfully fired peacock blue glazed tiles, a national treasure-level craft long lost in China; the ancient glazed tile technique is preserved in Japan." What kind of headline is that? Do these media outlets have to stir up trouble to survive?]
[They got the money, of course; the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' budget is quite substantial each year.]
[I absolutely have to get my hands on this! If this peacock blue color works, I'll immediately Photoshop your two photos onto my phone's wallpaper and display them every day!]
[Support, I'll save it in advance.]
Zhang Da and Zhang Er were quite excited, not expecting so many people to want to see them fire peacock blue glaze: "Great! We will definitely fire real peacock blue glazed tiles for everyone to see!"
The live stream was still going on, and Lu Xiaoqi clicked on the pictures of ancient buildings with various colored glazed tiles in the little sweet potato app to look at them. They were truly beautiful!
She could imagine the splendor these beautiful tiles would bring to Qinghe Ancient Town.
Then, she suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Master Zhang, is it possible to fire pink glazed tiles?"
She described her idea in detail: "It's a rose pink with a hint of gray, but with a translucent, glass-like texture. It would look quite nice as a small pavilion."
Zhang opened his mouth wide, then scratched his head: "...We've never fired pink glazed tiles before, but since Miss Lu likes them, let's give it a try."
Lu Xiaoqi chuckled: "No rush, no rush, let's fire the peacock blue glaze first."
The fans in the live stream could only hear her voice but couldn't see her; they kept spamming the chat.
Okay, now I finally know where the multicolored black comes from.
Who is this? Master, don't listen to her, let her burn it herself!
[Vulgar!]
Liu Chan covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "This is our boss. The entire Qinghe Ancient Town and this brick kiln belong to her."
Lu Xiaoqi was without makeup today and didn't want to appear on camera, having told beforehand not to point the camera at her. Upon hearing that it was the boss, the atmosphere in the live stream changed again.
【Ah, it's the boss! My apologies for not recognizing you!】
[You're the one paying, so you get to decide.]
"Boss, could you let Master Zhang and his team try firing gradient-colored glazed tiles? Like that crystal-clear gradient effect of glazed tiles, it would definitely look beautiful."
You didn't let them off the hook either.
Good grief, what deep-seated grudge do you have? Then I want a multicolored white one.
Hey boss, do you need any talking leg accessories?
[The boss is definitely a beauty. Don't worry, boss, we'll help you supervise the two Zhangs.]
After the ceremony honoring Lu Ban, people seemed to have developed a strange sense of trust in the craftsmen of Qinghe Ancient Town. These comments never questioned whether Master Zhang and his ilk were truly from a family with a long tradition of tile-making, assuming they were master craftsmen.
Lu Xiaoqi couldn't help but sigh, this is the power of word-of-mouth. What she had to do was live up to this trust and maintain this reputation.
The steps for worshipping the kiln god are not complicated. The Zhang brothers worship Emperor Shun, offering sacrifices on an altar, burning incense and paper money, and praying for Emperor Shun's blessing. After all this is done, the fire can be lit, and once the fire is burning brightly, the kiln door is sealed.
Zhang Da personally came to seal the kiln, and he used refractory mortar to smooth out all the brick joints bit by bit. Then he hung up red couplets and stuck on glazed balls, symbolizing the finishing touch on the kiln dragon and blessing the kiln fire to be prosperous and without cracks or flaws.
The whole process wasn't particularly unusual, and it couldn't compare to the previous Lu Ban worship ceremony. However, because Zhang Da and Zhang Er performed it with great care and respect, clearly showing their heartfelt devotion, and with Liu Chan explaining each step and cracking jokes along the way, the atmosphere in the live stream was consistently good, and the comments section was full of praise.
[Qinghe Ancient Town is quite good in this respect; it's truly reviving many traditions. I enjoy reading more posts about it.]
[Please do a live stream when you open the kiln! I want to see it.]
If they could actually fire peacock blue and pink glazed tiles, I can't even imagine how beautiful they would be. Even if the airfare is expensive, I would still go to Qinghe Ancient Town to see it.
[Please open soon! I've waited so long, can't you open tomorrow just for me?]
[Boss, could you offer some hands-on activities? I'd like to try firing glazed tiles.]
[Seconded.]
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Lu Xiaoqi was amused. Was he going to be paid to be her handyman?
She suddenly remembered a news story she'd seen: city dwellers paying to have rice harvested in rural areas inspected. What kind of spirit is this? This is the selfless dedication of the modern-day laborers!
......
Qian Bojiang said goodbye to Zhang Zhongjing, and then said goodbye to the little girl Zhang Ying next to him: "Teacher Zhang, see you tomorrow. Zhang Ying, see you tomorrow."
Zhang Ying smiled and waved to him.
In the past few days, she noticed that Dr. Zhang suddenly had a tagalong who followed him around. Moreover, this tagalong had a medical background and quickly became Dr. Zhang's capable assistant.
At first, Zhang Ying couldn't help but panic, fearing her position was in jeopardy! So, in the first few days, she wasn't very friendly to Qian Bojiang. However, he was all smiles and didn't seem to mind, so Zhang Ying couldn't very well retaliate. Besides, she knew she was just helping out; Doctor Zhang needed assistance, and she had no reason to be cold to him.
After figuring it out, Zhang Ying realized that Qian Bojiang's existence was simply wonderful. He would teach her to identify medicinal herbs, tell her how to process different herbs, and explain things in a simpler and easier-to-understand way than Dr. Zhang.
The two of them immediately became more amicable.
Zhang Ying followed Zhang Zhongjing back to Guanmai Hall, and before entering, she couldn't help but look up at the plaque.
I wish I could stay here forever!
With Qian Bojiang's help, Guanmaitang's first batch of Chinese herbal sachets was quickly produced.
Su Jun placed a few herbs in front of Lu Xiaoqi: "Dr. Zhang has figured out most of the current herbs recently and has adjusted a few ingredients. The one on the left is for relieving fatigue and can be carried with you. The one on the right is for calming the nerves and helping you sleep; put it under your pillow when you sleep."
"By the way, several people from out of town have come to see Dr. Zhang these past two days. It seems they were all introduced by that Miss Wang."
Assistant Su diligently reported on his work.
"Okay." Lu Xiaoqi took a deep breath of the sachet, feeling refreshed. "Where are the other sachets? Just these few?"
Su Jun: "...They're almost all gone."
The first batch was only about a hundred. He sent a message in the work group and quickly received a bunch of purchase requests. Everyone was overjoyed. The rich second-generation Xiao Zhuang almost wanted to buy them all at first, but Su Jun quickly issued a rule limiting each person to two.
“Then save twenty for me,” Lu Xiaoqi said.
Su Jun paused for a moment, then thought, "Fine, she's the boss, she has special privileges."
"OK."
Lu Xiaoqi didn't save it for herself; she immediately sent a message to the regular customers' group of Song Sao Fish Restaurant:
[Anyone interested in these herbal sachets made by a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? There are sachets for insomnia and fatigue, only twenty in total. I managed to snag them, consider it a group giveaway!]
Since the launch of Song Sao Fish Restaurant's mini-program, many regular customers have had to make reservations. There are already three customer groups, and it gets difficult to book a table when there are so many people. Initially, there were some minor complaints in the regular customer groups, and Lu Xiaoqi felt she needed to appease them by offering them some good deals.
Soon, people started to support them:
How much does a Chinese herbal sachet cost?
Lu Xiaoqi sold them at the original price of 51 each, but not including shipping. This price was a bit expensive compared to the same items on the market, so initially only two or three people wanted them.
She clicked her tongue, "You don't know what's good for you!"
Just then, someone appeared: "Xiao Lu, is that the sachet you mentioned last time? Give it to me, I need four, two for insomnia and two for fatigue."
After saying that, he started recommending it to his group members: "[This is great stuff, buy it now, or you'll miss out!]"
When Lu Xiaoqi saw the ID "Fragrant Osmanthus," she couldn't help but laugh. It was He Guihua! She swore she hadn't hired He Guihua as a shill. It was He Guihua who had seen her in the neighborhood the last time and exclaimed in amazement at how her complexion had completely improved in just one week, asking how she did it. Lu Xiaoqi, of course, strongly recommended this herbal sachet. He Guihua had wanted to buy it then, but it was out of stock.
After He Guihua led the way, the group members immediately became enthusiastic.
Since Aunt He said so, I want one too.
【I'll have two too.】
In no time, all twenty sachets were gone.
While Lu Xiaoqi was selling sachets, Zhang Zhongjing was taking the pulse of Xiao A, a patient brought by Wang Jiajia.
Qian Bojiang stood behind him, accompanied by an old man dressed in a Tang-style shirt.
That was his grandfather, Qian Chenghai.
Xiao A, who is Wang Jiajia's fellow patient, was originally named Chen Xi.
The moment Chen Meiling saw her, she hugged her and said, "Child, we're from the same clan. Chen Xi, Chen Xi, what a beautiful name, like the rising sun, so lovely. Don't think too much, your parents will be heartbroken."
Before she could finish speaking, Chen Xi's mother burst into tears, and in the end, the two families were all crying together.
Wang Jiajia wanted Chen Xi to see the changes in her for herself: "Look, I don't have much flatulence anymore, and I don't have that smell on me anymore."
Chen Xi remembered that when she chatted with her before, the girl had also been troubled by body odor and frequent flatulence, and now it seemed that she had really improved. This made Chen Xi feel a little more hopeful.
Perhaps, it really can be cured quickly...
Without her even asking, her parents immediately bought train tickets to Qinghe City and took time off work. Even if it were a rainstorm, let alone a two- or three-hour journey, they would still take their daughter with them.
Accompanied by Chen Meiling and Wang Jiajia, Chen Xi met Zhang Zhongjing.
At the same time, Qian Bojiang's grandfather, Qian Chenghai, also returned from the provincial capital. He originally intended to return earlier, but was pulled away by the provincial medical college to give several lectures, so he stayed a few more days.
When he returned home, he found that his son and grandson were having a fight.
Qian Chenghai: ......
Of course, he wanted to find out the details, and that's how he learned that an old Chinese medicine doctor had come to Qinghe Ancient Town, and he also learned the whole story.
Upon hearing this, Qian Chenghai flew into a rage, grabbing the rolled-up book in his hand and throwing it at Qian Guanshan: "You stupid thing who only grows older but not smarter! How could you question the patient's attending physician and other people's prescriptions in front of her without any basis? How could you do such a stupid thing!"
Qian Bojiang watched from the side and symbolically tried to stop them, saying, "Alright, Grandpa, stop hitting them."
Stop hitting me!
He didn't care if his father got a beating, since hitting him with a book didn't hurt.
Qian Chenghai gave his son a good scolding, and afterwards sighed deeply. How did he end up with such a son? If it weren't for him, wouldn't he be enjoying his retirement? At least his grandson is decent enough.
How well one learns medicine is secondary; at the very least, one must have a brain.
He had asked Qian Bojiang and learned that he had recently been going to Qinghe Ancient Town to help that old traditional Chinese medicine doctor make sachets, so he also had the idea of going to visit him. Qian Chenghai had studied medicine all his life and always understood the principle that there are always people more capable than oneself. If an extraordinary big shot had indeed come to Anping County, that would be a good thing.
And so, when Qian Bojiang went there again, he brought his grandfather with him, and they happened to run into Zhang Zhongjing treating Chen Xi.
After learning that the two doctors were also doctors, Chen Xi's family did not object to them attending the hearing.
"Both of you have gastrointestinal disorders, but your cause is different from hers." After examining Chen Xi and learning about her usual symptoms, Zhang Zhongjing carefully explained to the patient, "Her condition is a mixture of cold and heat, while yours is liver stagnation and spleen deficiency..."
As he explained, Qian Chenghai listened from behind and nodded repeatedly.
He has seen many patients with irritable bowel syndrome and once conducted a survey, which showed that nearly half of them suffered from liver stagnation and spleen deficiency.
Simply put, emotional anxiety leads to stagnation of Qi, which accumulates in the liver and then affects the spleen. When the spleen cannot function properly, it then affects the intestines, causing stagnation of Qi within the intestines.
This is how constipation and intestinal disorders occur.
Then, the mood worsens. It's a vicious cycle.
Qian Chenghai wanted to see what prescription Zhang Zhongjing would give Chen Xi.
He craned his neck and saw the other person swiftly write two prescriptions on the paper in beautiful calligraphy, in traditional Chinese characters.
Qian Chenghai thought to himself, "This old gentleman's methods are quite old-fashioned and traditional. Even he uses a computer to write prescriptions these days." Chen Xi and her family, however, felt even more reassured. "He writes calligraphy! He's clearly very experienced; he's a master!"
Zhang Zhongjing had no idea that simply writing a prescription with a brush pen had made Chen Xi believe him a little more, and his mood had lightened considerably.
"Take Tongxie Yaofang first, then Si Ni San. Also, keep your daily diet light, and drink some millet porridge in the morning... Don't worry, your illness is actually not difficult. Take your medicine properly, pay attention to regulating your emotions, and you will get better in one or two months."
Chen Xi nodded vigorously.
With Wang Jiajia's example before her, she trusted Dr. Zhang!
As she left, a rare smile appeared on her face. With a touch of playfulness, she said to Zhang Zhongjing, "Dr. Zhang, many people will be coming to see you soon."
Several people in their patient support group have already booked train or plane tickets to come here.
On the other side, Qian Chenghai noticed that both prescriptions had also been adjusted, and the adjustments were indeed quite extensive. After seeing Chen Xi's family off, only a few of them remained in the pulse diagnosis hall, so he stepped forward to ask for their advice:
"Dr. Zhang, I have a question. Why use Tongxie Yaofang instead of Fuzi Lizhong Tang?"
Zhang Zhongjing had only exchanged a few words with Qian Chenghai, a contemporary veteran of traditional Chinese medicine, when Chen Xi arrived. Feeling that the conversation hadn't been enough, Zhang Zhongjing chuckled and began to explain in detail. The two then sat down in the consultation room and discussed everything from the prescription to other topics.
We will discuss the "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases," classical prescriptions, medical principles, and modern TCM education.
The more they talked, the more horrified Qian Chenghai became.
This Dr. Zhang's medical expertise far exceeded his imagination. His understanding of the pathogenesis of diseases and classic prescriptions was so profound that he could handle them with ease, and he was even no less capable than some of the great masters of medicine he had met before.
Where did this famous doctor come from?
"Dr. Zhang, your words have been truly enlightening," Qian Chenghai exclaimed. He then tentatively asked, "Do you know Dr. Ye Dake? Some of your theories are quite similar to his..."
Ye Dake is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine today. Qian Chenghai suspects that Zhang Zhongjing is related to him.
Zhang Zhongjing smiled and said, "I don't know this Doctor Ye."
He knew that what Qian Chenghai really wanted to ask about was his lineage of teachers.
He had heard that doctors nowadays no longer learn medicine through an apprenticeship system, but rather study together in a university, often for seven or eight years at a time, which is extremely arduous. He thought this educational model was excellent and longed to try it. He had already decided that when he had time, he would definitely visit that hospital and medical school.
He looked at Qian Chenghai and decided to be honest about some things: "The medical skills I learned are inherited from my ancestors. I have never attended medical school and have never practiced medicine publicly before."
That's all I can say. Believe it or not, it's up to them.
Qian Chenghai took a deep breath. This, this, this... Could it be a reclusive master? Do such people really still exist in this era?
Qian Bojiang, however, blurted out after hearing what he said, "Dr. Zhang, do you have a medical license?"
No way, no way!
Zhang Zhongjing looked bewildered: "Medical license? What is that?"
Qian Bojiang and his grandfather Qian Chenghai exchanged a glance. Hmm, this is a big problem!
......
"A medical license?" Lu Xiaoqi screamed inwardly, "Didn't you get that done while you were at it?"
She was asking the system.
The system was innocent: "Let me remind the player that what I provided was only proof of identity. When Sister Song Wu opened her fish restaurant, she had to obtain all the necessary documents herself."
Su Jun felt somewhat guilty: "It was my fault for not thinking things through."
He never imagined that practicing medicine here would be so complicated.
Lu Xiaoqi rubbed her forehead: "It has nothing to do with you, it's my problem."
She kept feeling like she'd vaguely forgotten something, and now she realized it was this. Perhaps subconsciously she felt that it was a blessing for them that Dr. Zhang could practice medicine here, so she'd subconsciously forgotten about it.
It's likely that Chen Yingying and the others also thought that since the boss had found an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he must have a medical license.
"This world really is just a giant makeshift operation," Lu Xiaoqi murmured, looking up at the sky.
It's both funny and exasperating.
"Did they say how to resolve this?" she asked Su Jun.
Su Jun nodded: "That Dr. Qian said that the country now recognizes apprenticeship, but you need to have a record of your apprenticeship, and you can only practice medicine independently after at least five years."
“That won’t do.” Lu Xiaoqi shook her head. “There’s such a big Guanmai Hall there, waiting to open.”
Five years later, the daylilies in her ancient town clinic had all gone cold.
“Furthermore, we can apply to the relevant departments for certification as special talents in the field of historical heritage.” Su Jun paused for a moment. He had dealt with the government agencies here quite a bit during this period, and he felt that the most mysterious one was this relevant department. “Dr. Qian said he was willing to recommend us.”
Lu Xiaoqi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
It's not too late now. If it were discovered that Zhang Zhongjing was practicing medicine illegally after he became famous, that would be ridiculous—a sage of medicine practicing medicine illegally! Would that make sense? Would that be reasonable?
As for whether Zhang Zhongjing can pass this certification...
If even a revered medical sage cannot pass the test, is there any justice in the world? Is there any law in the world?!
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