"Master, I finally have a chance."
Zhang Jing looked at the fake prescription in her hand as if it were a treasure. With this prescription, she would have the opportunity to run for the leader of the Hong Kong Ancient Medical School. Yes, Zhang Jing was one of the candidates for the leader of the Hong Kong Ancient Medical School.
20 years ago, under the arrangement of the old leader of the Ancient Medical Sect, the Ancient Medical Sect was disbanded. The eldest disciple took some people abroad, the second disciple took some people to Hong Kong, and the third disciple, Old Huangtou, stayed in the mainland.
There were many disciples of the Ancient Medicine Sect who followed the second apprentice to Hong Kong to make a living. In order to facilitate management, everyone discussed and decided to establish the Ancient Medicine Sect of Hong Kong. Since the second apprentice was the apprentice of the old master and he was a generous person, with the support of everyone, the old master's second apprentice Yang Ning became the first generation master of the Ancient Medicine Sect of Hong Kong.
When the disciples of the Ancient Medical School first arrived in Hong Kong, life was extremely difficult. Fortunately, the new leader Yang Ning had superb medical skills and good management methods, and everyone gradually gained a foothold in Hong Kong.
Twenty years have passed in a flash. During these 20 years, time has taken away youth and many disciples of the Ancient Medicine School. The number of disciples of the Xiangjiang Ancient Medicine School has dropped from more than a hundred at the beginning to less than 20 now. The first-generation leader Yang Ning feels that as he gets older, his energy is increasingly insufficient, so he decides to select a new second-generation leader.
There are two main people who are qualified to participate in the competition for the leader of the sect this time, Yang Ping'an, the son of the old leader Yang Ning, and Zhang Jing, the apprentice of the white-haired old man Liu Cheng. There is only one content in the competition, which is to invent a prescription for treating colds.
Zhang Jing was not interested in the position of the leader of the Ancient Medical School at all. What she wanted was the medical classic in the hands of the old leader. It was said that this medical classic recorded many ways to treat and save lives and collected many prescriptions with magical effects.
Because only the master of the sect can master this medical classic, Zhang Jing took great pains to plot against Gu Xia and get a new prescription for treating colds. Only by getting the new prescription can she run for the master of the sect and get the legendary medical book.
After Zhang Jing separated from her masters Liu Cheng and Gu Xia, she drove to the headquarters of the Xiangjiang Ancient Medical School, an old western-style building.
Zhang Jing found Yang Ping'an with a fake prescription and persuaded him to admit defeat, otherwise Yang Ping'an would be embarrassed. The old master Yang Ning did not stop Zhang Jing from doing what he did. If Yang Ping'an was capable of getting the position of the master, as a father, he would naturally be happy for his son. If Yang Ping'an was not capable, it would be fine for him to be an ordinary disciple of the ancient medical school.
What Yang Ping'an has considered most in his life are his disciples, and he owes a lot to his family. Since his son wants to compete to the end this time, why shouldn't he support him? This is also an opportunity for him to make up for his family.
The old master Yang Ning decided that three days later, Yang Ping'an and Zhang Jing would bring their respective prescriptions and medicinal materials to compete, and the competition would be held at the headquarters of the Xiangjiang Ancient Medical Sect.
In this way, the disciples of the ancient medical school scattered throughout Hong Kong learned about this important day.
After Zhang Jing and Liu Cheng left the small western-style building, the team member responsible for tracking them reported the situation to Xia Lao San. The others also found out that the ownership of this small western-style building belongs to the Xiangjiang Ancient Medical School and is also the headquarters of the Xiangjiang Ancient Medical School.
When Xia Lao San heard the news, his jaw dropped to the ground. This news was too shocking. He immediately returned to the company and reported the situation to Huo Qiqi. By the way, he also wanted to tell his master.
When Huo Qiqi learned that Zhang Jing was actually a disciple of the Hong Kong Ancient Medical School, she was a little surprised and felt that the world was too small.
Three days later, at the headquarters of the Hong Kong Ancient Medicine School.
Under the leadership of the old sect leader Yang Ning, Yang Ping'an and Zhang Jing appeared in front of everyone with their respective prescriptions and medicinal materials.
"My dear brothers, I think you all know the theme of today's gathering. I know that you all have to take care of your own shop business and are very busy, so I won't say any more nonsense and will get straight to the point. I hope that all of you, my dear brothers, will support the new leader." The old leader Yang Ning knew.
Although the number of people in Hong Kong's traditional medical school has decreased, the vision and knowledge of everyone present in traditional Chinese medicine are not comparable to those of Zhang Jing and Yang Ping'an.
The competition has two levels.
In the first round, the candidate's prescription is scored from 1 to 10. The highest and lowest scores are removed, and the candidate with the highest total score wins.
Everyone passed around Yang Ping'an's prescription and found it to be quite standard, without any major highlights or obvious errors. After everyone gave their scores, they took a short break.
After 10 minutes, everyone circulated Zhang Jing's prescription again. The herbs chosen in Zhang Jing's prescription were very bold. Many of them were extremely rare in Hong Kong. However, the dosage of the herbs was incomprehensible to everyone, so everyone could only bite the bullet and give a score.
The second stage is to test the efficacy of the prescription
Two patients with severe colds who kept coughing were invited to the podium.
Yang Ping'an and Zhang Jing prepared and boiled the medicine according to their own prescriptions.
Half an hour later, two bowls of medicine appeared in front of the two patients. The two patients were straightforward. They picked up the medicine in front of them and drank it all.
An hour later, the cough symptoms of the patients who took Yang Ping'an's decoction were significantly improved. On the contrary, the condition of Zhang Jing's patients had little effect.
Everyone also came down and took turns taking the pulse of the two people. Half an hour later, everyone returned to their seats, picked up their pens, and gave their scores.
In order to avoid suspicion, Yang Ning specially asked two older disciples to count the scores. In the first game, Yang Pingan defeated Zhang Jing with a 2-point advantage. In the second game, Yang Pingan scored more than 20 points higher than Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing was completely defeated.
Obviously Zhang Jing and her master Liu Cheng could not accept such a competition result.
Zhang Jing fell into a frenzy, roaring hysterically, "I cannot accept this result. You must be suppressing me to please the old sect leader Yang Ning. Three days ago, my prescription cured a patient with a severe cold. You must be lying to me. How could my cold medicine be ineffective?"
"How can it be effective? If it's not yours, it's not yours, my little junior sister." Gu Xia's voice came from outside the door, followed by Old Huang's three masters and apprentices and four policemen.
"Excuse me, who is Miss Zhang Jing, and who is Mr. Liu Cheng? You are suspected of fraud, assault, and illegal detention. Please come with us to the police station."
Zhang Jing and Liu Cheng collapsed on the ground, everything was over.
Yang Ning and Old Huangtou looked at each other, as if they had crossed the long river of time.
"Second Brother!"
"Junior Brother!"
The two old men hugged each other and cried.
"Second brother, you can't call me junior brother from now on," said Old Huang in a serious tone.
"Why is that? Just because you're getting older, is it because you're no longer my junior brother?" Yang Ning teased Old Huang.
"Because I have accepted a very capable apprentice for my master."
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