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This so-called one-handed grabbing is a state of grasping medicine in traditional Chinese medicine. It means that no matter what medicine or what amount, you can grasp it accurately without weighing it.

This is easy to say, but not easy to do. You should know that the amount of traditional Chinese medicine is calculated using money or grams, and the accuracy is very high. The errors should not be too large when grasping medicine. You must grasp it accurately. Not only does it require talent, but you must also study hard and practice hard.

Wang Xu has been following Wang Henian to take medicine since he was a child. In addition, he loves traditional Chinese medicine and has an extraordinary sensitivity to traditional Chinese medicine, so he can practice this magical skill.

"I have been taking medicine since I was a child. After a long time, practice will naturally make perfect." Wang Xu said with a faint smile, explaining, while pulling open the medicine cabinet on the side, grabbing medicine for the young man, and sending the other party away.

It was a little better if there was no one here just now. Once there was someone, someone would come over immediately. As soon as the young men left, someone came forward to get the medicine again. Fortunately, Wang Xu did not refuse, and took the prescription, took a casual look, and grabbed it as soon as he started.

At first, some people questioned that Wang Xu was just a scale, and gradually there were more and more people around him. The people in front of him understood the inside story and promoted each other. After a while, more and more people were in front of the counter, and several people who were taking medicine were idle.

Fu Dongquan's eyes almost jumped out when he looked at him. If he hadn't known that Wang Xu was going to open a clinic and his extraordinary medical skills, he would have wanted to hire Wang Xu to come and get medicine with a high salary, so he would definitely be at least ten at this level.

Fu Dongquan's hometown was at the foot of the mountain root, and he also knew some of the past traditions. In the past, when traditional Chinese medicine recruited apprentices, they started to learn medicine for three years and grinding medicine for three years. Only after mastering these basic skills could the master start teaching medical science. If you want to become a master, it would definitely not work if you have not been a ten or eight years. Just look at Wang Xu's level of medicine, you will know that medical skills are absolutely good.

Basic skills are like the foundation of a house. If the basic skills are not solid, the technology will never pass. Now that education is popular, traditional Chinese medicine is declining, there are many Chinese medicine universities across the country. These students have learned medical theory from the beginning and have mastered a lot of theories. However, when it comes to practice, they know nothing at all. Not to mention taking medicine, it is not easy to see dozens of real medicinal materials to distinguish the authenticity.

Fu Dongquan has been running a pharmacy for decades. There are not many college students who came to the pharmacy to apply for medicine in the past few years, and there are even more famous undergraduates in medical universities. However, when faced with Lin Lin's various Chinese medicines, it is impossible to identify them for less than three months, let alone arrest them.

It has to be said that the current public sheep-style education has accelerated the popularization of education, but it does not have much effect on cultivating real skilled talents.

Education has become popular, thinking has become open, feeling that talent is not appreciated, and more people are born at the wrong time. In fact, most of them are those with high expectations and low skills and no skills. This has to be said to be the tragedy of today's society.

Uh, I'm going to get out of touch (the author's ** mentality is experiencing, don't spray it).

Wang Xu didn't take the medicine, but he was unable to control his trend as soon as he took the action. The Chinese people were so busy that they knew that there was someone who used their hands to grab medicine more accurately than scales, so they came to support him. Some people who didn't plan to buy medicine also came forward to join in the fun and bought some Chinese medicine for tonic, just to see Wang Xu's magical grabbing.

He was busy until twelve o'clock noon. Wang Xu finally found a gap and slipped out with Fu Dongquan. After leaving the pharmacy, Wang Xu couldn't help but smile bitterly. This scene was simply crazy.

Fu Dongquan also sighed and joked at the side: "Dr. Wang, I see your clinic open. I don't need to see a doctor. I will never have to worry about food and clothing."

Since it was time for dinner, Wang Xu had been busy for more than two hours, so Fu Dongquan naturally wanted to treat him to dinner. The two of them found a good restaurant near the front desk, sat down in a secluded corner of the lobby on the first floor, ordered a few home-cooked dishes, ordered a bottle of Xifeng wine, and chatted while eating.

"Doctor Wang, try this braised pork is the signature of this restaurant. I have nothing to do and often come here to eat it." After the dishes came, Fu Dongquan pointed to a braised pork in the middle and smiled.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xu reached out and grabbed a piece of it, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently twice, and couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong? Doesn't the taste be right?" Fu Dongquan asked in confusion when he saw Wang Xu's expression. While speaking, he also grabbed a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"That's right, it's just this taste, it's fragrant but not greasy, and the meat is stewed very well."

"The taste is good, but this chef is not long." Wang Xu sighed, picked up a piece of meat again, put it in his mouth, and savored it carefully again.

"The chef is not long." Fu Dongquan was stunned by Wang Xu's words, hurriedly glanced around and whispered: "Where do you start with this? I know this chef. I am in my forties and in my prime. I am in my health. Don't you dare to say it randomly?"

"Haha." Wang Xu put down his chopsticks, smiled lightly, picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, without explaining much.

The ancients knew life and death by looking at the words. One word could see a person's spirit. The same is true for a dish. A real foodie could taste whether the chef was attentive and happy from this dish. A sand and a world, and a dish could also express a person's sadness.

Although he is not a foodie, he is a doctor. He cannot taste anything else, and a person's spirit can still taste it.

Judging from this dish, the chef obviously likes cooking. This dish is very attentive, but it is obvious that it will not last long, so it is inevitable that this dish will feel a little sad. To put it bluntly, this dish lacks a little vitality and a little less energy.

Many people now criticize traditional Chinese medicine, saying that traditional Chinese medicine is not medicine at all and cannot cure diseases at all. In some ways, this statement is actually not completely wrong.

Traditional Chinese medicine itself does not treat diseases, but regulates yin and yang. In the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, all diseases in the human body are born from yin and yang. If the yang is too strong, it will cause fever, and if the yin is too strong, it will cause chills. If the yin is too strong, it will cause yin and yang disorder, resulting in the rebirth of all diseases. This is why in the eyes of some Western medicine, diseases that are already terminally ill can even be cured by traditional Chinese medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine treats diseases without seeing a doctor itself, but only treats the causes of the disease, and solves the causes of the disease. The human body's own function will naturally return to normal, and even cancer is not incurable.

This dish tastes beautiful when others taste it, and people who have eaten it will feel that it is no different. However, Wang Xu tastes it and feels that it is obviously insufficient yang energy and excessive yin energy.

Yin and Yang are originally invisible and intangible, illusory, and they understand that people can understand even if they don’t say it. People who don’t understand it don’t understand it. If this situation is reflected in a person, Wang Xu can also explain it through the symptoms, but it is manifested in a dish that has no way to talk about it, so he is unwilling to explain to Fu Dongquan more.

The dish was made by the chef, and he was able to taste the chef's own situation through this dish. It can be seen that the chef himself knew his situation and was terminally ill. Even if he couldn't cure it, it would be in vain. Since it was useless to say it, why bother explaining it?

"Doctor Wang, are you okay?" Fu Dongquan was a little confused by Wang Xu. He said frankly that the chef was not long before, and he became a little sad for no reason. If he hadn't known that Wang Xu's medical skills were good, he would probably have suspected that Wang Xu was a liar at this time.

"It's okay, I'm a little distracted." Wang Xu smiled slightly, poured himself a glass of wine again, and said to Fu Dongquan: "Boss Fu, I will rely on you in the clinic's medicinal materials in the future. I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Okay, happy cooperation." Fu Dongquan picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, instantly forgot what happened just now.

"Clang!" At this moment, a violent sound suddenly came from the direction of the restaurant's kitchen, like the sound of something falling to the ground. At the same time, many pots and pans were smashed, and then a shout came out: "Front Office, call 120, Lao Liang fainted."

"Bang!" The wine glass in Fu Dongquan's hand slid from his hand and fell on the table. He rolled it gently twice, fell to the ground, and fell into pieces, and the wine fell on his trouser legs.

However, at this time, Fu Dongquan had no time to care about it and still maintained the posture of holding up the wine glass, as if he was frozen on the spot, his face full of surprise.

"Old Liang!" The chef of this restaurant is called Liang Baoming. Fu Dongquan had also drunk wine with the other party, and he was the chef who made this braised pork.

"This chef is not long." For a moment, Fu Dongquan felt that the whole world had disappeared in an instant, and only the words Wang Xu had just said were left in his ears.
Chapter completed!