"Mr. Su, do you have any feelings?" Liu Jiachao suddenly turned around and asked with a smile as if he noticed something was wrong with Cyprus' expression.
When Su Tie heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was a little out of control. So he waved his hand and smiled, "I suddenly thought of something when I saw this book."
"Did you think of those ancestors in the traditional Chinese medicine industry?" Liu Jiachao said with a faint smile.
"No...yes, I think of the ancestors of traditional Chinese medicine who have cured diseases and saved people for thousands of years." Su Tie was stunned at first, then nodded quickly and responded.
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Liu Jiachao again. He didn't expect that his little thoughts would be seen by the other party.
"I'm not afraid of Mr. Su's jokes. I have the habit of collecting old books, especially those with notes left by the former owner. When I see the text on it, I will think of the scene when the other party reads the book at that time. I think Mr. Su's moment
My mood is almost the same as mine.” Liu Jiachao explained with a smile.
Su Tie nodded thoughtfully before responding: "That's true. Seeing the words on it really touched me."
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered another thing and hurriedly said, "Assistant Liu, do you know why the wise men of medical science should write books?"
"I think... maybe it's for more income, or maybe it's for the sake of keeping it in history, right?" Liu Jiachao thought for a while and replied.
Su Tie smiled and nodded, "Maybe some doctors have this idea, but the medicine prince Sun Simiao said in the prescription that his purpose of writing books was that it could not be passed on to the gentry, so as to make it private.
He said that the medical skills of curing diseases and saving people cannot be monopolized by the gentry, and the poor cannot see the disease."
As he spoke, he sighed: "If the ancient medical sages left behind medical books, I'm afraid many ordinary people would have been tortured by illness for life."
"So Mr. Su must inherit the will of his ancestors and pass on my Chinese medical skills." Liu Jiachao sighed.
Su Tiexin nodded with consent, then lowered his head and glanced at the golden tent in his hand, and smiled and said, "Assistant Liu, thank you for this gift."
"Why do you have to be polite, listen to what you said just now, I think the gift I gave is worth it. Nowadays, Chinese medicine is excluded and stigmatized everywhere. Many young people have given up on this profession, but you are still persisting, and
It is really admirable to have the ambition to carry forward the unique learning of the past saints. This medical book will surely shine in your hands." Liu Jiachao waved his hand repeatedly.
As he spoke, he said in a bit indignantly: "It is obvious that my Chinese medical skills have a history of thousands of years and are not inferior to any medical skills at all. Now, because of a few black sheep, it is really helpless. I really hope Mr. Su has it.
This can change this situation in one day.”
"I will definitely do my best." Cycad responded heavily.
As he spoke, his eyes looked out the car window and landed on the statue of Qian Zhongyang and Qian Yi, the pediatrics saint.
Looking at the familiar figure, he suddenly remembered the scene when the old man took them to pay tribute to the statue of Qian Yi on campus when he was in the junior year of junior high school.
At that time, the old man said a famous saying by Qian Yi. He still remembers that he is concerned about the kindness of the benevolent, and the teachings of the young and the sages of the young and the young. This kind of benefit is not wide. Those who are about to spread the good deeds will avoid the young and the young.
The old man has no sorrow to cry for his son. This is my ambition, so he uses the skills of Zhongyang to understand the infinite.
All the ancestors have the same will. How could he, a junior who inherited his ancestors' unique skills, not follow it?
"By the way, Mr. Su, I saw you and Uncle Baolin just now, and there seemed to be some conflict. What is the situation?" Just as Su Tiezheng was thinking about it, Liu Jiachao's voice suddenly came from the side.
Upon hearing this, Su Tie couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Uncle Baolin, who is he?"
"It's the person at the entrance of the hotel just now. I saw that you seemed to have an argument. There should be no problem, right?" Liu Jiachao said hurriedly.
"So it's him?" Su Tie was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "So he is Wu Baolin mentioned by Mr. He last night?"
"Yes, Mr. He mentioned him." Liu Jiachao nodded.
Su Tie nodded, thinking that what Mr. He described was really vivid. This old guy named Wu was really suspicious.
After pausing, he waved, "It's just a trivial matter."
"It just so happens that my father-in-law and Uncle Baolin have some friendship. If there is any misunderstanding between you, I can ask him to help mediate. I believe Uncle Baolin will give this face." Liu Jia Chao smiled lightly.
"It's okay, it's just a small problem, so there's no need to bother your old man." Su Tie waved his hand.
He thought to himself that there was no misunderstanding between him and the old man named Wu. It can be said that it was basically unadjustable.
However, it was involved in major issues, and he didn't want to cause trouble to Liu Jiachao, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he casually said a few words and continued to look at the golden bag in his hand.
Seeing this, Liu Jiachao originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing that Su Tie had no intention of explaining, it was difficult to ask more questions, so he had to bring the topic elsewhere.
In this way, it was not until half an hour later that the car stopped in front of a slightly old community.
However, it looks old, but the interior buildings are very design-oriented. The few guards with live ammunition in front of the door are enough to prove that the person living here is definitely not simple.
After showing his ID, Liu Jiachao drove the car into the community gate and drove all the way to the deepest point until he stopped in front of a two-story villa.
Looking at the building that caught my eye, Cyprus's face changed.
Although he doesn't know much about the arrangement of retired personnel in both military and political circles, he also knows that being able to live in such a place and living in such a house is definitely not simple.
"I said I won't eat, don't eat, you still have to ask, are you annoyed?" Just as Su Tie was pondering, a very impatient voice suddenly came from the side.
Turning around, he saw an old man wearing a Zhongshan suit and full of silver hair walking out of the villa, and behind him was an old woman dressed in plain clothes and dignified manner.
Seeing these two people, Liu Jiachao paused, then quickly walked forward and said respectfully: "Mom and Dad, are you going out?"
"Your father is going out and he said he is going out for a walk. Tell me, he didn't eat dinner last year and now he doesn't eat breakfast, so how can that work?" the old woman said anxiously.
"What's wrong? I don't want to eat it. Could it be that I have to stuff it into my mouth?" Before Liu Jiachao could respond, the old man with silver hair retorted loudly.
After saying that, he turned to look at Liu Jiachao and ordered coldly: "Xiao Liu, you are here, go out with me."