Chapter 67 Symposium on Traditional Chinese Medicine
Zheng Yan held the Traditional Chinese "Acupuncture" in his hand and read it carefully without raising his head. Zheng Wuming held a purple sand teapot in his hand and stood respectfully beside Zheng Yan, refilling it for him from time to time.
A cup of tea, but Zheng Yan seemed to be attracted by the book in his hand. He didn't even look at Zheng Wuming. With this glance, more than half an hour had passed.
Zheng Wuming didn't know how many times he had poured water for his grandfather. Anyway, the purple clay pot was so big that it didn't hold much water. He had already gone out to collect water three times and was about to refill his grandfather's cup of tea.
When he came, Zheng Yan blocked the tea cup with his hand.
"Okay, I didn't eat much at night, and I'm full after drinking tea." Zheng Yan said lightly.
Zheng Wuming felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that he would definitely be scolded - but, at such an old age, Grandpa drank so much tea and still didn't go to the toilet. His kidneys are really good.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa." Zheng Wuming apologized first, hoping that he would be scolded less. He had already been scolded by Yan Murong today. Even if it was his grandpa scolding him now, he didn't want to hear it again. This feeling was really...
Very uncomfortable.
"Okay." Zheng Yan waved his hand to stop Zheng Wuming from talking any more and said, "You always understand the importance of things. This time, you did act a little too hastily."
Zheng Wuming lowered his head and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Wu Ming, do you know what our Zheng family wants?" Zheng Yan suddenly asked.
"The acupuncture spectrum of the eight acupuncture needles of Guimen and the Qingnang Sutra."
"That's right." Zheng Yan said, playing with the "Acupuncture" in his hand. "These should have been mine thirty years ago. His surname was Miao, and he went back on his promise. Therefore, I want to take back what should belong to our Zheng family."
-----If you attack the Yan family boy, who should we ask for it from?"
"But-----"
"There is no but." Zheng Yan waved his hand, interrupted Zheng Wuming's words, and said, "I taught you, no matter what happens, you have to endure it--it's just a joke to say that you can't endure it anymore.
, if you can't help it, you will show flaws, and if you show flaws, your enemies will take the opportunity to kill you."
"I can see you for a year, I can see you for ten years, but I can't see you for a lifetime - when I leave, all the Zheng family's huge fortune will be on you."
"Grandpa, I remember." Zheng Wuming said respectfully.
"I hope you really remember it this time." Zheng Yan sighed and said. "By the way, when will this Chinese medicine seminar start?"
"Next week." Zheng Wuming said. "What's wrong, grandpa? Do you still want to attend?"
"Haha, of course I'm going." Zheng Yan laughed loudly. "This is a good opportunity. I think that boy from the Yan family will not miss this opportunity. I have stayed at home for too long, so I should go out for a walk."
Turn around and take a look at that boy from the Yan family."
"Grandpa, isn't this bad?" Zheng Wuming asked worriedly.
He is not worried about his old man, he is just worried about Yan Murong - with his mouth, what if his grandfather says something unpleasant when he sees him?
"What's wrong?" Zheng Yan said. "If you want to understand your enemy, you have to get close to your enemy. Even if he does something outrageous, you must not get angry. You must learn to analyze from his words.
Show his weakness-----When he scolds you, it doesn't mean he is strong, maybe he is just covering up his cowardice."
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Even though Yan Murong's career as a teacher had officially begun, there was no class this morning, so he went directly to Liang Zhengtao's house. According to the agreement, he would come to give the old lady acupuncture in the next week.
Just like yesterday, Yan Murong took out the needles quickly and retracted them quickly. After finishing today's acupuncture, Liang Zhengtao pulled him to the living room as soon as he packed away the silver needles.
"Minister Liang, what are you doing?" Yan Murong looked at Liang Zhengtao inexplicably and asked.
"Drink some tea and rest first, and then I'll tell you." Liang Zhengtao said with a smile.
Yan Murong obediently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, thinking to herself that the tea brewed by the minister himself had no special taste.
"Ahem - Minister Liang, if you have anything to say, just say it." Yan Murong felt a little uncomfortable when Liang Zhengtao looked at him, and coughed twice and said.
"There's nothing else." Liang Zhengtao smiled, sat next to Yan Murong, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said. "Next Sunday, a Chinese medicine seminar will be held in Cuiyuan. I want to ask you something.
, do you want to go and have a look?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine seminar? What is it for?"
"Can't you tell by the name? It's just a gathering of some Chinese medicine practitioners from across the country to discuss some of their experiences and medical ethics over the years."
"Is it useful for me to go?" Yan Mu asked dully. Isn't this conference just about eating, drinking and talking nonsense? Why go by yourself?
"How could it be useless? Haha." Liang Zhengtao smiled and said. "Although this is not a formal meeting held by the country, it must be held every three years. Famous doctors from all over China will gather in the capital. There are many
There are top people in some fields, so it is beneficial for you to get in touch with them, and I will also participate."
"It's not bad to go and have a look." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "But, I don't know if I have the qualifications? I'm afraid the people who go are all old men, right?"
"Haha." Liang Zhengtao laughed. "If you say you are not qualified, then others are probably even less qualified. You don't have to worry about this. In addition to those traditional Chinese medicine doctors, there will also be representatives from various medical universities across the country.
Yes, and there are some students to attend, and you are now a teacher at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I believe that even if you don’t say anything, Principal Chen will take you there because of his high regard for you."
"Also, at the seminar, there will be a competition among various Chinese medical schools across the country. I would like to see you participate."
"Is there any competition? What kind of competition? Are there any rewards?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. He is an affordable child. He does not want to participate in a competition without rewards. If there are rewards ----- he also needs to check the level of rewards.
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"The competition is very simple. It is just the four diagnosis methods of traditional Chinese medicine. As for the rewards, you will know when the time comes." Liang Zhengtao said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll participate." Yan Murong thought about it and agreed. If he wants to develop, he must get to know more colleagues. He can't just rely on those students.
After chatting with Liang Zhengtao about his old man, Yan Murong once again refused Liang Zhengtao's invitation and planned to go out for lunch by himself, and then go buy a mobile phone - the new one he bought yesterday was already thrown away by him as a brick.
Where did it go? Even if I find it, I'm afraid it will be broken into parts.