"Is that person just now the Grand Master?" Zhao Chen asked with a curious look on his face, holding a lunch box in his hand and blinking his two Yanjings.
"Master?" Yan Murong was shocked ----- Good guy, luckily this woman didn't say much when she called him. Otherwise, if the old man heard what he said about "Master", he would be in trouble again.
Before going down the mountain, the old man gave many warnings not to accept apprentices. It would be fine to go to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to become a teacher, but now there is an additional apprentice inexplicably. If the old man knew about it, he would probably come all the way to skin him.
"Don't scream." Yan Murong said quickly. "You can just call me master. As for my master, don't call me grand master. He won't admit it - let him hear you say this
If you scream, maybe even I will be expelled from the school."
"Why?" Zhao Chen looked puzzled. What's wrong with calling him Taishifu? Is this because you don't respect him? Do you want to call him old man like you?
After thinking about it, Zhao Chen still felt that he didn't dare.
In her mind, teachers are all worthy of respect, such as those professors in her school - if she dared to point at them and call them old men, she probably wouldn't be able to get a doctorate.
"Where did you get so many?" Yan Murong waved his hand. "You go out first and let me rest for a while."
Zhao Chen curled her lips and stopped talking. She also knew that Yan Murong was still in a weak state, so she packed her lunch box, stood up and walked out.
Yan Murong really hesitated this time. She originally thought that the old man would come up with some good solution, but the method he mentioned-----Yan Murong really didn't dare to try it easily.
Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Hanqing hurriedly walked in.
"Xiaoyan, are you awake?" Chen Hanqing called to Yan Murong, who stared at the light bulb on the top of the tent and said in surprise. "Looking at your state, I thought you were going to sleep for three days and three nights."
"Principal Chen, why are you here?"
"Lie down, lie down." Chen Hanqing took two hurried steps, pushed down Yan Murong who was about to sit up, and said. "I just heard that girl Zhao Chen say that you woke up. It seems that you have come up with something else.
,Yeah?"
Yan Murong was speechless for a while, how could this woman's mouth be so fast? As soon as the front foot went out, Chen Hanqing knew it with the back foot.
"It's not what I thought of, it was what my master told me." Yan Murong thought about it and thought it would be better to discuss it with Chen Hanqing.
"What can you do? Tell me quickly." Chen Hanqing asked anxiously.
He knew that someone who could teach a disciple like Yan Murong was definitely not comparable to an ordinary person like him.
Yan Murong thought for a while, organized his words, and then repeated the old man's words to Chen Hanqing.
"What?" Chen Hanqing was so shocked that he almost dropped the glasses on his nose to the ground.
"How is this possible - Tanzhong, Rugen, Qimen, Shenque - these are all fatal points. Are you sure this is the method your master said?"
It is not certain whether others believe it or not, but Chen Hanqing, who has been working hard in the field of traditional Chinese medicine for decades, would not believe it even to death.
Are you kidding me? If you need acupuncture at a critical point, and you need to acupuncture so many critical points at the same time, then even if you don't die, you will still be stabbed to death.
"He said it, but he didn't come up with this method - he just saw it in a book, which recorded a disease similar to this disease, but it was different in some places.
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"What book?" Chen Hanqing asked in confusion. He did not believe that there would be books recording this treatment method.
"Qing Sang Jing!"
"What?" Chen Hanqing screamed in surprise, then quickly covered his mouth and apologized again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
After saying that, the old man's wrinkled face turned red with excitement, like a monkey's butt.
If you're not in the industry, you don't know what "Qing Nang Jing" means - just like if you don't play football, you never know what kind of honor the Golden Boot Award is to a player.
Although China has developed to this day, some diseases that were equivalent to death in the past are no longer serious diseases. However, the five thousand years of history inherited by China and the wisdom of its ancestors cannot be denied. Some difficult and complicated diseases cannot be completely treated until now.
people understand.
Give the simplest example.
Just take the twelve animal heads of the Old Summer Palace - with today's technology, if you want to imitate them, the degree of simulation can reach more than 99%. The problem is that in the feudal era when technology was not developed,
It can even be said that in an era when China has not fully understood technology, it is a miracle that it can make such exquisite animal heads.
After calming down his excitement, Chen Hanqing cautiously walked to the door of the tent like a thief, poked his head out, and after making sure that no one was around, he lowered the curtain of the tent, walked to Yan Murong's bedside, and asked in a low voice
."Xiaoyan, were you talking about the "Qing Sang Jing" just now?"
"I don't think I said anything else, right?" Yan Murong smiled.
He knew that if he said these three words, Chen Hanqing would definitely have this expression.
"How is that possible?" Chen Hanqing shook his head desperately. "Although many people know about the Green Bag Sutra, this book has not survived at all."
"Then I don't know - but I believe the old man has an original copy."
"Really? Does your master really have the "Qing Sang Sutra"?" Chen Hanqing took Yan Murong's hand and asked excitedly.
"It should be there." Yan Murong was also a little unsure. Anyway, he had never read it, and the old man said that when his ghost needle could be used for the fifth needle, the "Qing Qing" that was said to be a sacred book
Only then will the Nang Sutra be in his hands.
"This-----this, can you let me take a look?" Chen Hanqing was like a child, rubbing his hands and looking at Yan Murong expectantly.
"Principal Chen, there's nothing I can do about this." Yan Murong said apologetically. "The old man said that my medical skills were not good enough to read the "Qing Sang Sutra". He treated that book as a family heirloom. I guess I am now.
There is nothing we can do."
Chen Hanqing was a little disappointed, but he also understood that even if Yan Murong refused tactfully, he could understand it.
After all, he is very clear about what this book represents in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. If the "Qing Sang Jing" appears in the world, no one can say what kind of turmoil it will cause -----but what is certain is that this turmoil will definitely not
It will be small.
"Then - can you recommend me your master?" The next best thing is, since you can't see a book, you can just meet someone.
As the saying goes, how can you miss out on being a master?
Chen Hanqing felt that Yan Murong's medical skills were beyond his own reach, so how advanced would the master who could teach him, the old man he was talking about, be?
Chen Hanqing thought that if he could see the old man Yan Murong talked about, he wouldn't mind kneeling down to become his disciple.
PS: The second update is at 12 o'clock, and the third update is at 5 p.m.!