In fact, the couplet Wang Xu is talking about is still the couplet at the entrance of Fushengtang in his hometown. It is a true portrayal of Wang Henian's life. Wang Henian opened a clinic not to make money, but only to treat diseases. He was not excited because the clinic's business was good.

, and will not be depressed because the clinic's business is bad.

Wang Xu clearly remembered that Wang Henian once said to him that whether a clinic is successful or not depends not on how many people are at the door of the clinic all day long, but whether there are people sick within a few miles of the clinic.

Wang Xu was still young at that time, and he always felt that his wish to celebrate the New Year was similar to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's grand wish. Unless hell is empty and he vows not to become a Buddha, it will be impossible to realize it.

But now it seems that Wang Henian is not ignorant of how slim his wish is, but he is just trying his best to move towards this goal, just like the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains knowing that he couldn't do it. He is not only curing the disease, but also influencing a generation.

Benefit a generation and influence a generation.

As a modern young man, Wang Xu has inherited Wang Henian's mantle and medical skills, but he can never inherit Wang Henian's fearless and selfless spirit. All he can do is to do his best. Since he has learned this medical skill,

You have to be able to live up to your medical skills.

After writing to Wang Xu, Luo Hanxiang became more enthusiastic about Wang Xu. Through the name of the clinic and the couplets on the door, Luo Hanxiang could see some of Wang Xu's character. In today's materialistic era, such a

There are indeed very few people.

After being forced to stay for lunch by Luo Hanxiang, Wang Xu left the Luo family's house and went out for a walk alone. At noon, Luo Tongquan came back and told Wang Xu that he had already informed him about the clinic and that all procedures were open.

The license and other matters will be obtained as soon as possible, and Luo Chenghai will be sent to Wang Xu when the time comes. The only thing Wang Xu lacks right now is to finalize the appearance.

The facade has been finalized, and it will take a few more days to decorate it. In addition to ordering medicine shelves and purchasing medicinal materials, Wang Xu has a lot of things to do. It is very inconvenient to live in Qiao Binkai, so he plans to rent a house first.

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Wang Xu was walking on the street, looking at the small advertisements for renting houses posted everywhere. Suddenly a black Audi stopped beside him, pressed the car number twice, and Jiang Tao poked his head out of the driver's seat in front.

, greeted with a smile: "Young Master Wang, why are you wandering around alone?"

"You have nothing to do. Let's walk around and get familiar with the environment. Mr. Jiang, what are you doing?" Wang Xu said with a smile.

"There is a treasure appraising party over there at the City God's Temple. Let's go over and join in the fun. Why don't you, Mr. Wang, join us?" Jiang Tao said with a smile.

"Treasure appraisal meeting?" Wang Xu repeated in surprise, and asked in confusion: "What kind of event is this? Auction?"

"It's not an auction, it's just a few people in the industry getting together for a period of time, taking out their collections to observe each other, and those who like each other can also trade. These people are all leaders in the antiques industry, and they will show their collections.

The things they bought were mostly good ones, so I went over to join in the fun, see if there was anything I liked, and buy one or two pieces. It will be my father’s 60th birthday in a month,” Jiang Tao explained.

"I'm not very interested in antiques, so I won't join in the fun." Wang Xu suddenly lost interest when he heard what was going on. Antiques are not something that just anyone can play with. Firstly, one must have a discerning eye;

Financial resources are indispensable.

"I really don't want to go take a look, but I heard that there is a century-old wild ginseng this time." Jiang Tao said with a smile.

"Centennial wild ginseng!" Wang Xu was really interested when he heard it. This is a good thing. Nowadays, wild medicinal materials are being developed all over the country. Wild medicinal materials are becoming more and more scarce. It has been difficult to find something like wild ginseng for 20 to 30 years.

, let alone those that are hundreds of years old, even if someone gets it by chance, they will treasure it, and there are even fewer ones that are auctioned and traded.

"Let's go and have a look together." Seeing Wang Xu's move, Jiang Tao invited him again.

"Okay, let's go and have a look." Wang Xu nodded, opened the door and got in the car. Even if he couldn't afford this wild ginseng, he still wanted to take a look. This rare medicinal material is very useful to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor like him.

Great attraction.

After Wang Xu got in the car, Jiang Tao looked at the white paper under Wang Xu's arm in surprise while driving the car, and asked in confusion: "Why did you buy the white paper?"

"I just went to Luo's hometown. Mr. Luo heard that I was going to open a clinic, so he specially mentioned a few words." Wang Xu said with a smile.

"Mr. Luo!" Jiang Tao was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise: "Mayor Luo's father?"

"Yes." Wang Xu nodded.

"Hiss!" Seeing Wang Xu nodding, Jiang Tao couldn't help but take a breath. He knew very well what Mr. Luo's calligraphy meant. Mr. Luo rarely wrote for others. He relied on his relationship with Luo Chenghai to

, I begged many times, but Luo Chenghai didn’t dare to agree. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to inscribe Wang Xu’s small clinic.

Although he had seen yesterday that Wang Xu had a close relationship with the Luo family, he never expected that Wang Xu also had a friendship with Mr. Luo, and they seemed to have a good friendship.

The car drove along for about half an hour and arrived near the Chenghuang Temple. Jiang Tao stopped the car at the entrance of a small teahouse nearby, led Wang Xu inside, and went directly to the second floor.

Pushing open a private room on the second floor, there were already many people sitting inside, most of whom were in their forties. When these people saw Jiang Tao coming in, they hurriedly greeted with a smile: "Master Jiang, are you here to join in the fun?"

"Yeah, let's see what good things you have. The old man loved the inkstone I bought last time." Although Jiang Tao is young, he has dealt with these people not once or twice, and he seems to be very familiar with them.

In fact, these people gather together to appraise treasures. On the one hand, it is a bit of a show off. If they come up with something good in front of their peers, it will be very embarrassing. On the other hand, there are things that need to be sold. This is also an opportunity. For a young man like Jiang Tao,

Nor is it exclusive.

"I brought you a new friend today." After Jiang Tao greeted these people, he introduced Wang Xu to them with a smile.

When these people heard that Wang Xu was just a little doctor, they didn't take it seriously at the moment. When they saw the white paper under Wang Xu's arm, they thought that Wang Xu had accidentally acquired some famous calligraphy and painting and came here for them to appreciate.

For such things, these people are not uncommon. Most of them are experts in the antique industry. Although their eyesight is not as good as that of real appraisers, it is not far behind.

Jiang Tao also briefly introduced to Wang Xu the people sitting there. A man in his fifties named Zhang Tianyou was the owner of the Xiaoxiao Tea House. The others were also experts in the Zhongjiang antique industry, namely:

Xu Fenghua, Chen Jinsheng, Liang Junmin, He Zhengdao, Feng Shaoyu.

These people all have their own businesses in Zhongjiang, are rich in wealth, and can be regarded as celebrities in another circle.

After getting acquainted with each other, several people drank tea and chatted for a while. Two more people came. One was a young man in his thirties named Ye Zhiqiu. Like Jiang Tao, he was a rich man, and the other was a beautiful man in his thirties.

The mature woman, named Wang Lanlan, is a single female entrepreneur from the same family as Wang Xu.

When these two people arrived, after waiting for a while, Zhang Tianyou looked at the time and said with a smile: "It's probably just us this time. Let's bring out whatever good things we have."

Hearing Zhang Tianyou's words, a group of people laughed. No one wanted to start. This kind of appreciation is more of a joke. The most important thing is face. The first person to take out something will inevitably suffer a loss. If it is a good thing

Fortunately, if it really hits the eye or the thing is not very good, it will inevitably make the face look dull.

Seeing a group of people in a daze, with no one willing to step forward, Zhang Tianyou didn't care. It wasn't the first time this happened. Someone always had to step forward first. They were not in a hurry and continued to drink tea.

"Is this little brother holding a piece of calligraphy and painting by a famous artist? Why don't you open your eyes first?" After waiting for a few minutes, no one came forward. Wang Lanlan suddenly looked at Wang Xu, who had been silent, and smiled.

"This is not a calligraphy and painting by a famous artist. It is just an inscription given by an elder. You appreciate your calligraphy. I am just here to join in the fun." Wang Xu waved his hand hurriedly.

"Isn't it okay for everyone to take a look at the calligraphy and painting of a famous artist?" Feng Shaoyu said with a smile. His body was slightly fatter, and his eyes were small. When he smiled, he lost his eyes instantly, which looked very funny.

"Master Wang, just take it out and show it to everyone. Although your calligraphy and painting are not famous, they are not too generous." Jiang Tao also urged from the side. On the road just now, Wang Xu said, this is Arhat.

Xiang's calligraphy, the value of this calligraphy is no less than that of famous calligraphy and painting.

Hearing what Jiang Tao said, Wang Xu could only take out the words written by Luo Hanxiang and handed it over. Zhang Tianyou reached out and took it. He frowned subconsciously when he touched the paper. Although the paper was good, it was not too much.

Good, and not very old.

Knowing that it was not a calligraphy and painting by a famous artist, Qian Yousheng took it easy and spread out Wang Xu's calligraphy on a table in the middle. At this time, several other people gathered around him.

"Fushengtang!" When he first saw these three typing words, Qian Yousheng commented subconsciously: "The calligraphy is quite decent, and it is majestic, vigorous and powerful, but it cannot be regarded as the handwriting of a famous artist."

"Luo Hanxiang, who is this famous person? This word has no style." Feng Shaoyu also commented in a low voice, and several others also looked at the signature at the same time.

"Hiss!" Seeing this signature, Zhang Tianyou suddenly took a breath of cold air, and the hand stroking the words subconsciously became a lot lighter, no longer as casual as before.
Chapter completed!