Chapter 15

"I said Xu Xiucai, when are you going to see it?"

Zeng Huai asked when he saw Xu Wenchang still holding the prescription written by Ye mo.

"Xiaoye, can you write with a brush?"

Xu Wenchang ignores Zeng Huai and turns to ask Ye mo.

"I've practiced before."

Yemo replied.

"That can't be wrong. The words you write with a pen reveal the elegance and flexibility of a brush. I think I've worked hard before."

As Xu Wenchang spoke, he stuffed the prescription into his pocket.

"Xu Xiucai, what are you doing? You're not sick. What are you doing with my prescription?"

Zeng Huai was stunned by Xu Wenchang's behavior.

"OK! You old boy must be confused when you see the good words again. I haven't seen it yet. Take it out for me!"

Zeng Huai suddenly reacted that his old friend was obsessed with calligraphy and painting and often used rogue means to search his collection, so he screamed.

"I'll just write Huangqin powder to you. It's a waste to take this prescription for you."

Xu Wenchang covered his pocket and said.

Ye Mo's face was cold and sweaty, but Chen Xingquan was used to it.

Although these old friends have a high reputation in the attic night, they don't have any shelf when they get together, so they are very open.

"You two are nearly two hundred years old. What did you rob? The Lord is not so. Just let him write one."

Hua GUI smiled.

"Yes!"

Xu Wenchang patted his thigh and got up to ask the waiter for pen and ink.

In places like teahouses, there are often sour literati who want to write crazy books after a few cups of tea and soup.

Therefore, such things as pen, ink, paper and inkstone have always been well prepared.

Several waiters went back and forth several times, but they vacated the table, polished the ink, set the pen, and waited for ye Mo to "open and close".

"This... Is not appropriate. I can't mention it to Xu Lao these two times."

Rao is Yemo, who is always very indifferent. However, he is also frightened by these elders and quickly refuses.

He has great respect for these old people. The ancestors of the Xu family in Dongjiang were royal doctors. However, unlike the Zhang family in Yanjing, Xu Wenchang did not directly dominate the local apricot forest and enter the health system to win fame and wealth.

But to promote traditional Chinese medicine and join the cause of education.

Ruisheng is also a conscientious pharmaceutical company. In the era of rampant counterfeit drugs, Zeng Huaining never adulterated the shares of variable sellers to fill the vacancy, and nearly closed down several times.

Finally, he was nominated and praised by the central government.

Ye Mo thinks it's too big to mention words in front of these elders who have made a contribution to traditional Chinese medicine and the people of the country.

"Xiaoye, don't have any burden. Don't care about the red tape. We're just a group of ordinary old people."

Hua GUI saw Ye Mo's mind and gave a voice to persuade him.

"Lao Xu asked you to write, but he didn't ask you to write. If you're afraid of anything, you can draw a circle for him."

Chen Xingquan cut off.

Xu Wenchang, who was waiting for collection, glared at him.

"The boy is big."

Ye Mo shook his head. It was a little hypocritical to refuse the old man's request again, so he rolled up his sleeve and held it with ink.

At the thought of Xu Lao's willingness to give up his official career, in order to enable the traditional Chinese medicine suppressed by western medicine to be passed down in the new generation, he devoted himself to education and serve the public.

Ye Mo has words in his mind. He mentions Langhao and touches it with six points of ink. He flows through the clouds and water at one go.

"Good word!"

"Good!"

After seeing ye Mo write, Hua GUI and Zeng Huai know that, as Xu Wenchang said, ye Mo can write, and this momentum and style are still familiar with it.

"The apricot forest is warm in spring!"

Xu Wenchang was stunned and looked complicated.

He lives in the mountains and doesn't farm. He treats people's diseases every day and doesn't take money. Five apricots will be planted for those who are seriously ill and one for those who are light. Over the past few years, more than 100000 trees have been obtained and become a forest. It's to make hundreds of birds and animals play at the bottom of the mountain

Ye moti's words come from Taiping Guangji. It says that Dong pursues medical treatment without receiving money. After treatment, he just lets the patient plant an apricot tree. After a few years, there are more than 100000 apricot trees.

This is a very high evaluation of doctors' medical ethics.

"Old Xu is willing to devote his life to traditional Chinese medicine, but he doesn't return it. The boy takes over and thanks the young generation of traditional Chinese medicine."

Ye Moji first said.

"Xiaoye, I have the courage to accept this word."

Xu Wenchang took Ye Mo's words and his eyes were red.

He never wanted to return all this, but now the sincere thanks of a descendant of traditional Chinese medicine still moved him in his heart.

Ye Mo's back to Hua GUI was filled with emotion. He looked at Chen Xingquan. The two old men looked at each other and nodded.

"Xiaoye, I have something to tell you today."

Hua GUI said.

coming.

Yemo thought.

Although he cured the young man's foot in front of Chen Xingquan, there was no reason to invite himself to this private party today.

After all, the young man could not be the offspring of an old man in the house.

So there must be some purpose in calling yourself.

"I want you to be the director of Guangyuan traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

Hua GUI looked into Ye Mo's eyes and said.

Ye Mo was obviously confused by Hua GUI's words. The director of the Chinese Medicine Association is not light. Let's not say some dividends first. Later, the health system will hold large and small meetings, and there will also be a chair on the podium above.

"Hua Lao, this is not appropriate."

Ye Mo wants to get rid of it. Only those who have retired at home in Dongjiang hospital. Qi Lao of the Ministry of traditional Chinese medicine has the name of director. If Lin Jiayuan can rise to the position of number one, there may be one, but there must be none at present.

Ye Mo can't justify giving such an identity to a young man under 30.

"You don't have to rush away. We have our consideration in doing so."

Hua GUI said.

"Lao Chen witnessed your treatment in the municipal hospital that day and praised you very much, so we are going to see you through today's party."

Hua GUI said after taking a look at Chen Xingquan.

"You are very good. You can see that Lao Zeng's problems show that your Qi expectation skills are better than me. With this skill and the medical records of the municipal hospital, you have the qualification to serve as a director."

"But..."

"Just because you are young, I will find you."

Hua GUI interrupts Ye mo.

"Chinese medicine is now... Difficult!"

Hua GUI wanted to find out what words to describe, but only the word "difficult" could summarize all this.

"Xiaoye, traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure handed down by our ancestors. However, the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been broken down. Who can sit in the hall and visit is not white haired? When these people are gone, is there still traditional Chinese medicine?"

Xu Wenchang sighed.

Ye Mo was shocked!

When he studied medicine, he only focused on improving his medical skills and did not care much about the problems in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Now I want to come to Huagui and Xu Wenchang. What they say is not alarmist.

How many young people can really calm down and work hard to study and inherit traditional Chinese medicine?

Even some Chinese medicine majors in medical schools began to use western medicine equipment such as X-ray and CT.

Can traditional Chinese medicine be passed on when the older generation of traditional Chinese medicine people die?