Chapter 16

"We hope you will join the association and attend some activities to let people outside the industry know that traditional Chinese medicine has not died, and new blood has joined and succeeded."

Hua Guishen said that in addition to the staff, each director of the association is over half a hundred years old and has gray hair.

Even if others don't say it openly, they will think in their heart that the dating of traditional Chinese medicine is so serious that how can it be revived?

Seeing Hua GUI's eyes full of obsession with traditional Chinese medicine, ye Mo suddenly recalled the first medical case cured by himself,

When patients thank themselves with gratitude on their face, the happiness, satisfaction and pride of traditional Chinese medicine are unforgettable.

"OK, I'll join."

Yemo looked up at Hua GUI's eyes and said.

The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine must not be cut off. As the inheritor of Qingbao Jing, we must do our best.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hua GUI said three good words in a row, looking very excited.

Chen Xingquan breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two old men's faces were also full of joy.

Seeing ye Mo's promise, another purpose of their trip was successfully achieved. The four elders were very interested and talked about some interesting medical records with Ye mo. for a time, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

When it was getting dark, ye Mo sent the three old men into the car. When he was returning with Chen Xingquan, he saw a man.

"Senior Chen, please go back first. I saw a friend."

Ye Mo turns to Chen Xingquan.

"OK, I'll go back first. We'll see you again in a few days."

Chen Xingquan was in a high mood. Before getting on the bus, he patted Ye Mo on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

When the four old cars are far away, ye Mo turns and returns to the ancient Mingxuan.

"Please follow me."

The waiter didn't ask questions this time. When he saw Ye Mo coming back, he directly led Ye mo the way.

Bypass the guest area and private room area, and the waiter didn't stop until he came to the deep place of Gu Mingxuan.

"Here are the people waiting for you, sir."

The waiter waved and turned away.

Ye Mo looks at the elegant room in front of him, which is more exquisite than the private room area, and smiles. It seems that the teahouse is really not simple.

The superior mahogany has made door panels, which is luxury.

Yemo pushes the door open and goes in.

"Welcome, sit down."

In the antique elegant room, a man with a ferocious scar on his face smiled.

"What's the matter with me? I don't have a car to call if it's too late. I don't want to walk back."

Ye Mo is not polite either. He pulls open the chair made of incense sticks and sits down.

"You are very good at picking time. You ran here by yourself before I came to you."

Zonghu picked up the exquisite purple clay pot and made a cup of tea for ye Mo in a very authentic way.

"Oh?"

Yemer, who didn't have a seat, sat up straight with the armrest.

"The seventh master is here?"

Yemo reaches out his finger and points to the ground.

"Yes, this teahouse is also the property of the seventh master."

Zonghu handed the tea cup and said.

No wonder, the teahouse covers such a large area and is well decorated. It must be owned by people with great power and financial resources in Dongjiang.

As a result, he didn't expect that the LORD was the seventh master.

Ye Mo shook his head. The thumb pressed the cover knob of the cover bowl, the ring finger and tail finger held the bottom support, tilted the cover bowl, poured the tea soup into the cup, then picked up the tea cup, sniffed and drank it.

A sense of recklessness and boldness arises spontaneously.

"Oh, aren't you a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine? How can you drink tea with our way?"

Zonghu pointed to Gaiwan and said that ye Mo's tea drinking appearance was different from what he had imagined.

Literati and civil servants drink it in three mouthfuls.

After all, the tea ceremony has a language: three people know the taste, three times before they are moved.

"Just filled so much water, I have long lost the mood to drink tea. If I am not in the mood, I have to be poor. It's boring to dress."

Ye Mo sniffs the teacup and says indifferently.

"It's purely personal curiosity. What are you doing in the Lin family?"

Zonghu asked strangely in his eyes.

"People like you can't be bound by a small Lin family at all, but you don't expose or leave. Is it difficult? Do you really like your wife who despises you?"

Zong Hu, with his big hand like a PU fan, rubbed his stubble full chin and meditated. He was quite concerned about ye Mo's life.

Ye Mo was speechless, and the fire of gossip was burning in the eyes of a tough man with a scar.

"That's my own problem. I don't bother you. Compared with this, what do you want me to do? You might as well say it directly."

Zonghu's gossip eyes made Ye Mo feel a little hairy. After zonghu stared, he suddenly turned his head and said blandly to the wall in the elegant room.

"I want to make a deal with you."

After a brief silence.

The sound of the operation of the machine suddenly came from the wall in the elegant room, and a secret door appeared on the original smooth wall.

An old man in a wheelchair wearing a black Tang costume with sharp eyes said.

"Seventh master!"

Zonghu stood up and bowed to the old man in the wheelchair.

Ye Mo looks at this giant who is powerful in Dongjiang and even half of Guangyuan.

Zou Qi looks like an ordinary old man. He can't imagine that a person who unifies the underground forces of Dongjiang is just such a disabled old man.

"Seventh master, you are ill."

After ye Mo looked at Zou Qi, he suddenly said in a very positive tone.

Zonghu's eyes were wide open and he thought, is it possible that ye Mo belongs to a dog? We just talked about it well. It's not bad to turn around. There's no turning point.

"Oh? Tell me what's wrong with me?"

Zou Qi was not angry unexpectedly. According to common sense, an underground head was scolded by a hairy boy for being sick. He had already asked someone to fill him in cement beads.

"Gu disaster."

Ye Mo affirms that Zou Qi's pupil shrinks slightly.

Seeing Zou Qiye Mo, he knows why he is interested in himself. Zou Qizhong is a Gu, and he uses Gu to deal with Liu Yuanwei.

"Young man, how did you see it?"

Zonghu came forward and pushed Zou Qi's wheelchair to Ye mo. Zou Qi asked as genially as a chat between neighbors.

"Although Gu is good at Miao people in 100000 mountains, Gu is also a means of treatment in traditional Chinese medicine. Many Gu can also be used as medicine. I can see it naturally in traditional Chinese medicine."

Ordinary people don't necessarily speak clearly when they first see Zou Qi, but ye Mo is not frightened. He answers Zou Qi's questions in a flat tone.

"Now that you can see it, there must be a cure, right?!"

Zonghu asked with a little excitement.

"Not yet."

Ye Mo shook his head.

"Why not!"

Zonghu hurried.

"The Gu in the seventh master's body is not a evil Gu, but a beneficial Gu. It has been pregnant and raised in the body for a long time and has reached symbiosis. This Gu will damage the body only if there is a problem. If it is directly removed, the seventh master will have little time."

Yemo said.