The dead man was Mitsui Mata's father.
Since then, there seems to be no trace of him in the world. Over the years, the Mitsui family has sent a lot of manpower and resources, but unfortunately all in vain.
If it weren't for the family photos, there would have been a record.
It was as if he had never been in this world.
The Mitsui family is now led by Mitsui Mata's grandfather, but he is now old and the family power struggle is particularly chaotic.
Maybe he was old and began to value tenderness, and before he died he missed his youngest son who had gone on the "expedition".
He also made a statement that whoever found his whereabouts, even if it was just his corpse, would be left to Mitsui Pharmaceutical, the largest company in the family.
The Mitsui family came so quickly, and there were many reasons behind it.
So many years have passed, and although I haven't found my father's body, I have collected a lot of information and I am also clear about the grudge between the two families.
Later, people from the Mitsui family also asked the person in charge to look for the Huang family.
They said they wanted to have a competition, and if they won, the Huang family would return the body of Mitsui Mata's father.
If Master Sangzhi wins, the other party will personally return all the precious ancient books and secret recipes that were taken away.
This competition is for the most promising apprentice in the family and is of great significance.
It can be said that both sides hold what the other cares about most.
Both sides are determined to win.
The agreement was thus made.
So what seems to be a fight between two families is actually a collision between Chinese medicine and Kampo medicine.
His uncle saw the other party coming from the news and knew that the competition was imminent, but at this critical moment, his hand was broken.
You can imagine how big a blow it was to the master.
This is also the reason why I exploit my junior fellow apprentice so much.
He just wanted Han Tao to understand more and have a better chance of success.
No one can afford the consequences of failure.
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At nine o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Maozhi went to work. Fortunately, there were not many patients. After giving acupuncture and prescribing medicine, he was about to recruit a young apprentice to learn.
A small clerk from the machinery factory ran over to inform them.
He was told that the city leaders had called and that some foreign friends would be coming to visit and exchange ideas in the afternoon, and asked him to be prepared.
Although the young clerk didn't understand, what was so good about visiting this shabby and unattractive Chinese medicine clinic?
But the leaders gave the notice and they just followed it.
Huang Maozhi closed his eyes, and what was supposed to come finally came.
He called his two apprentices in, prepared themselves mentally, and then told them the identity of the person who had come in the afternoon and the dispute between the two families.
Han Tao was nonchalant at first, but after listening to what his master said, his expression suddenly became serious.
Especially when I learned that he was going to fight, I was so scared that I almost jumped up.
"Master, I am willing to help, but I have only been a disciple for a short time. I am not capable of this, right?"
After several years of apprenticeship, he had also seen the power of the golden needles.
It is clear how many precious things the Huang family’s ancestors left behind.
But if he were to go on the field and compete with the Japanese devils, with such a high stakes, who could remain calm?
Huang Maozhi glanced at his disappointing apprentice and said coldly, "If you don't go, do you want your brother who has a broken right arm to go?
There are many schools of traditional Chinese medicine in China, and talented people are even more numerous.
I understand that you have no chance of winning against them, but compared to those Japanese who stole our medical skills but failed to learn them well, you have a perfect chance of winning!
Get ready in the afternoon and prepare for the battle."
After saying that, he went upstairs without looking back.
“Senior Brother…”
Han Tao looked sad and tried to seek comfort.
Unfortunately, all I got in return was the ruthless back of my senior brother.
Han Tao was restless all morning and went to the bathroom countless times out of nervousness.
But the elderly men and women who came here to see the doctor all praised his good technique and superb medical skills, which invisibly gave him a lot of courage.
Never mind, even my master and senior brothers said that he is a genius that only appears once in a century.
Then he would try it.
Anyway, there is no way out at this point.
It was his turn to be on duty at noon, but his senior brother said he had taken over and asked him to go back and have a good meal and rest so that he could be in good spirits for the afternoon competition.
After listening to all the flattery for the whole morning, Han Tao silently said to himself, "I am a genius," and walked away feeling dizzy.
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The two of them first went to the Friendship Store and took a look around, but the things there were not quite to her liking.
The best gifts for the elderly are supplements and nutritional products.
There are some relatively large ginseng plants in the mulberry branch space, but they are too conspicuous to be taken out.
Finally, she got tired of choosing, so she just gave her a precious Angong Niuhuang Pill and some clothes.
The next thing was done, and it was already noon.
Seeing that Sang Zhi's feet were sore from walking, Jiang Yan found a nearby state-owned hotel to rest.
It was dinner time, and I saw on the blackboard that braised pork was served today, so I asked her if she wanted to try it.
Sangzhi actually smelled that scent as soon as he came in.
It’s strange that she doesn’t like to eat offal normally, but she can eat anything in braised stew.
"Yes, I want it. Give me another fire roast and more minced garlic."
Jiang Yan has become immune to Sang Zhi's strangeness.
Now a serving of braised pork costs 1.2 cents, and adding a steamed bun costs 5 cents.
"Then you wait here, I'll go buy it."
Jiang Yan went over with his wallet.
As soon as I reached the window, two male voices spoke in unison.
"A large bowl of luzhu, with a fire-baked bun and plenty of garlic sauce."
Jiang Yan and Han Tao looked at each other.
At this moment, the chef popped his head out from the kitchen and said, "Excuse me, comrades, this stew is only enough for one bowl. Please discuss and see who wants it."
Han Tao didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.
There will be people who have the same taste as him.
At this time, Sangzhi was using hot water to wipe the table and chopsticks. She didn't even raise her head, otherwise she would have been surprised.
Han Tao probably heard that Sang Zhi didn't have a local accent, so he generously gave him the last bowl.
"Then you guys eat, I'll eat something else."
Normally, Jiang Yan would have shown selflessness and given up the gift, but now he had selfish motives and nodded gratefully to the other person before accepting it calmly.
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll treat you."
“No, no!”
Seeing that he insisted, Jiang Yan didn't force him. He spent eight cents more to buy a bottle of soda and sent it over.
Sangzhi is stewed meat, he is wonton and noodle with stewed meat.
When I brought the food over, I happened to see Han Tao at the next table.
After seeing him sit down and wipe the table and chopsticks, following the same procedure as Sangzhi, he even said something to Sangzhi out of curiosity.
The habits are the same, and the tastes are the same.
Sangzhi turned her head back curiously.
He looked so familiar to me at first sight.
Where have you seen me before?
Why do you look so familiar?
Maybe because she stared at him for too long, someone got a little jealous and pinched her chin to turn her head away.
“Eat quickly!”
Sang Zhi saw through his little thoughts, but she didn't expose him. When she looked up halfway through her meal, the people at the next table had already left.
It was at this moment that my brain, which had been dull all the time, suddenly became clear.
No wonder her taste and the little details in life are so similar to hers.
He is the master!
Just younger and with thicker hair.
Thinking of this, Sang Zhi quickly got up and chased...
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