Ma Zhishan was sitting on the lounge chair in the room, with a thick quilt covering his legs.
His face was wrinkled and shriveled, his eyes were slightly sunken, and his hair was sparse and gray, but he was in good spirits and was sitting on a recliner, flipping through medical books.
When his son entered the room, he raised his head.
"Wenbin, who's knocking on the door?"
"If you want to see a doctor, bring him in."
Ma Zhishan's voice is very gentle and comfortable to listen to, and he doesn't look old at all.
Ma Wenbin, the man in his fifties who refused Jiang Fei's visit, replied to Ma Zhishan: "Dad, someone from the hospital is here."
"Oh, that's gone." Ma Zhishan nodded after hearing this and continued reading without interest.
After looking at it for a while, he sighed helplessly: "What a wonderful medical inheritance, no one will inherit it."
"Tell me, you don't want to learn these things, so you want me to take them to the soil in the future?" Ma Zhishan pointed at his son Ma Wenbin and spoke with scolding.
He only has one son, and the son lost his wife in middle age.
Now he lives with his son and grandson.
My son Ma Wenbin works in the county cultural troupe, and he is considered a deputy leader of the county cultural troupe.
"Dad, I really don't know anything about this, but your grandson's talent for Shengli is very high. Didn't you tell me that Shengli will definitely be better than you in the future?"
Ma Wenbin shook his head with a wry smile and said to Ma Zhishan.
His son Ma Shengli is 29 years old this year and is the best candidate to inherit his father's medicine.
This also prevents Ma's medicine from being buried in the soil in the end.
When Ma Zhishan heard his son say this, a smile appeared on his old face and he nodded: "That's right, my grandson looks like me."
Dong Dong Dong…
There was another knock on the door, this time louder.
"Why is there another knock on the door outside?"
Ma Zhishan looked out the window and asked Ma Wenbin.
"I must drive these two unruly young people out." Ma Wenbin turned around and walked out with a gloomy and ugly face.
"Wait a minute..." Ma Zhishan heard his son's muttering and shouted.
Ma Wenbin stopped and looked at his old father.
"Didn't you say someone came from the hospital? Why are they two young people?" Ma Zhishan asked doubtfully.
"They are two young men in their twenties, claiming to be from the hospital and want to visit you." Ma Wenbin didn't know clearly, but answered truthfully.
After hearing this, Ma Zhishan thought for a while and then said to Ma Wenbin: "Bring them in and let me see what's going on."
After Ma Wenbin saw that his old father planned to meet them, he didn't say anything more, nodded and turned around to walk out.
Naturally, Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie cannot return without success.
Especially Jiang Fei's character of never looking back until he hits the wall, he must meet Mr. Ma this time.
When meeting such a powerful old Chinese medicine practitioner, he will not give up until he learns some real skills.
If Mr. Ma is a person with strong family views, Jiang Fei is not afraid. The worst he can do is get into trouble with him.
I come here every morning and evening to say hello, but I don't believe that Mr. Ma is unmoved.
With a creak, the big iron door was pulled open. This time it wasn't a gap, it was simply opened half way.
"Come in, my dad will see you."
Ma Wenbin stepped aside and spoke to the two of them, but his face still didn't look good.
"I don't know who you are, but after meeting my dad, don't mention going to the hospital."
"My dad is so old and he doesn't want to go through any trouble. Do you understand?"
Ma Wenbin warned the two people with a gloomy old face.
The reason why he didn't want to see Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie was also for this reason.
In the past, leaders from Jiang County People's Hospital came to visit my father and wanted him to go to the internal medicine department for consultation.
When Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie saw Ma Wenbin say this, they understood why they just closed the door.
"Uncle, we are not asking Mr. Ma to go to the hospital for a consultation. We are just here to visit and ask for advice." Jiang Fei smiled slightly and said to Ma Wenbin.
Ma Wenbin hummed and said nothing more.
Two people followed him and walked into the house.
The room was very warm and not dark, because there was a small lamp in the east room, right next to Mr. Ma Zhishan's desk.
Ma Zhishan put down the medical book and saw that it was indeed two young people coming in, and he was a little confused.
"Hello, Mr. Ma, my name is Jiang Fei, from Jiang County People's Hospital."
"This is Liao Chengjie, my deputy."
After Jiang Fei came in, he bowed politely to the old man and then introduced himself and Liao Chengjie.
"Are you Jiang Fei?"
When the old man didn't respond, Ma Wenbin on the side was a little surprised.
He works in the county cultural troupe, how could he not have heard of Jiang Fei?
The name Jiang Fei almost made him cringe when he heard it.
Especially in the morning, he was called to report by leader Li Zhenyun and heard Jiang Fei's name again.
He also knew about the county cultural troupe's decision to sell tickets this year, and it was Jiang Fei who proposed the idea.
So Ma Wenbin was very curious and dissatisfied with Jiang Fei.
Does the county cultural troupe have anything to do with a doctor like you? As for your opinion?
This suggestion brought great risks to the county cultural troupe.
Because if something happens, all of them will be dismissed from get out of class.
"Oh? Are you Jiang Fei who cured a critically ill baby boy with a dose of medicine in the guest house?"
Mr. Ma Zhishan also raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
At that time, he also lamented that if we have talents in Xinglin, we should have more young masters who are bold and dare to administer drugs.
Unexpectedly, this boy was standing in front of him now.
"It's me, I'm that Jiang Fei."
Jiang Fei nodded respectfully and answered Ma Zhishan.
"You two sit down." Ma Zhishan pointed to the bamboo stool next to him with a smile, and then looked at Liao Chengjie.
Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie then sat down cautiously, very politely.
Jiang Fei has always respected medical seniors.
Of course, except for people like Ma Pingbao who have no medical ethics and medical skills.
"You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Ma Zhishan smiled slightly and asked Jiang Fei.
He thought a little more about this junior Xinglin.
The more experienced the traditional Chinese medicine doctor is, the more he likes the capable and talented Xinglin juniors, and he always wants to support them.
"Mr. Ma, I have a patient on my hands. He has liver and lung qi and fire that are inverse, menstrual damage and blood overflow, which leads to restlessness, and excessive sweating on the forehead, which is caused by yang and yang depletion."
"The tip of his tongue is red, the coating is yellow and greasy, his pulse is tender and floating, and his tongue is swollen to the edge of the fish."
"The diagnosis was late stage lung cancer, causing hemoptysis."
"My body already smells dirty."
Jiang Fei described all these situations carefully and seriously. Regardless of whether Mr. Ma would answer him or not, he had to give a complete explanation.
Ma Zhishan really didn't understand Jiang Fei's intention at first, but now after hearing this, he understood Jiang Fei's intention.
I came here to ask for advice. I want to know how to treat this patient.
As for why I asked him, it's because he has extensive research on difficult and complicated diseases involving fire evil.
In other words, his father, Ma Jinghong, the imperial doctor of the previous dynasty, was involved in this and wrote the book "Medical Examination".
This is the book he was flipping through just now. It can only be passed down from family to family and never to outsiders.
After Jiang Fei said all this, the atmosphere in the room fell into silence.
Ma Zhishan didn't speak, and neither did Ma Wenbin, so the atmosphere was somewhat silent.
"I hope Mr. Ma can give me a hint so that the patient can hope to get better."
When Jiang Fei humbly asked for advice, he didn't care about losing face.
Everything is for the patient, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Ma Zhishan still didn't speak, he just stared at Jiang Fei non-stop, with a hint of testing in his eyes.
Jiang Fei wasn't nervous, let alone worried, he just looked at the old man calmly.
A few minutes later, Ma Zhishan smiled slightly: "Xinxing is the first threshold of traditional Chinese medicine, will is the second threshold of traditional Chinese medicine, and persistence is the third threshold of traditional Chinese medicine."
“Only after passing these three thresholds can one be considered a true TCM practitioner.”
"You kid has a good temperament and will. You probably have to study hard for several years, otherwise you wouldn't be able to treat emergencies."
"But the upper limit of traditional Chinese medicine is talent. Only with good talent can you become a good doctor."
"I have a copy of "Medical Examination" here for you to read."
"After reading it, I'll ask you what you think."
When Ma Zhishan said this, he picked up the book he had just read with a serious face, a thin but yellowed left-hand thread-bound book.
When Ma Wenbin saw that his father had given his undisclosed knowledge to an outsider, his expression changed: "Dad, what are you doing..."
Ma Zhishan waved his hand to stop Ma Wenbin from speaking, and said nothing, just staring at Jiang Fei.
He wanted to see if Jiang Fei dared to accept it.
After receiving it, I couldn't read or understand it.