Chapter 489

Gu Qingzhou chatted with he mengde.

They talked about the future of traditional Chinese medicine.

It has been many years to crusade against traditional Chinese medicine. Therefore, under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing: it is forbidden to open schools for traditional Chinese medicine and apply for the construction of public hospitals for traditional Chinese medicine.

"First, the ban on the opening of schools has fundamentally cut off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; then, the state does not subsidize the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes it more difficult for traditional Chinese medicine." Gu Qingzhou said, "as soon as this law is promulgated, our really dark day will come."

He mengde's face was also covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Qingzhou said, "I'll find a way."

There may not be any way, but it can always give other peers a way to live.

He mengde nodded.

The two discussed a lot more.

"Uncle, I want to make all my master's medical skills public and teach them; we leave 20 kinds of his prescriptions as secret prescriptions. After all, western medicine also has privileged medicines. It can't really be made public.

The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare, are all released and handed over to the students for research to promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. " Gu Qingzhou road.

He mengde's eyes lit up.

"If you say so, I can accept it." He mengde said with a smile, "we should keep some points, not all of them."

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

Finally, he mengde talked about a very important thing.

"On the other side of the East Street, a small western medicine clinic was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He mengde said, "the business of our herbal hall is going to decline again. Can you return to the original and say two words. Light boat, do you have an idea?"

Gu Qingzhou doesn't know this.

"Has it opened yet?" She asked.

He mengde said: "I've been in business for half a month. I've always wanted to tell you. Later, I got a little sick and I forgot."

Gu Qingzhou's intelligence doesn't pay attention to these, so she doesn't know.

"It's all right. They do theirs and we do ours." Gu Qingzhou road.

Just, so close, one middle school and one west, is this a challenge arena?

Knowing that there is a large traditional Chinese medicine shop in Ping'an West Street, the other party also opened the western medicine clinic in the West Street two blocks away, which means squeezing out traditional Chinese medicine.

"Are you English?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

He mengde shook his head: "it's Chinese. His hometown used to be Yuecheng."

"It's amazing that he can practice medicine in England for many years." Gu Qingzhou road.

He mengde thought about it, indeed.

Foreigners are superior in China, but Chinese people are dwarfs when they go out.

The doctor has been practicing medicine in the UK for many years. He is also a powerful role.

Since we drive so close, if we can unite

Gu Qingzhou thought about his mind and thought that his meal should be eaten one mouthful at a time. First, start from the streets of the old city, and then there should be a beginning.

"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic. What's the doctor's last name?"

"Surname song." He mengde said.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

The child's footsteps came running in. It was the youngest child of he family. His name was he Wen.

He mengde patted his little son on the head: "go out and play."

But the child came to Gu's boat.

Gu Qingzhou picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

"Sister, here you are!" He wen handed a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.

The paper is full of words.

Gu Qingzhou was stunned.

"Why give it to me?" She was surprised, smiled and asked he Wen.

He Wen said: "there are words, medical words. The same miracle doctor as my sister writes about my sister!"

Gu Qingzhou laughs. There is a place in his heart, which is incredibly soft.

She likes children very much recently. Her childlike words make her in a good mood.

He mengde is also curious.

Gu Qingzhou held the child in one hand and opened the paper in the other.

After reading it, her face was still smiling, but she handed the paper to he mengde.

He mengde changed his face.

"I'll go out and have a look!" He mengde angrily took the paper and went out.

Gu Qingzhou was still teasing He Wen and asked him, "how do you know words?"

"Sister taught it?"

"Which sister did you teach?" Gu Qingzhou smiled.

He Wen said, "elder sister!"

"What other words do you know?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

He Wen told her bit by bit.

Gu Qingzhou teased the children here, but Yu Guang glanced outside, and the two boys followed out.

Soon, he mengde came back with a lot of paper.

He Wen was impatient and wanted to go down to play. Gu Qingzhou let him go.

As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.

"Look at the boat, they're too much!" He mengde blushed with anger.

This is a leaflet page.

The single page said: "we should pay attention to hygiene every day. We should see Western medicine for head and brain fever. Don't be foolish to believe in traditional Chinese medicine, delay the disease and be cheated."

Then, here is the address of the western medicine clinic.

"This street is covered with stickers." He mengde was very angry.

Look down on the boat.

This is not only to publicize the newly opened western medicine clinic, but also to step down on traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, it is a popular trend to scold traditional Chinese medicine. Such a step will make them fashionable, know China's national conditions and go deep into the hearts of the people.

"Too much. I'm going to theorize!" He mengde lost his good temper and became angry. "We didn't attack them."

"Yes." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows and eyes also added a layer of bitterness, "just the enemy should be solved rather than tied up, so don't come to the door in a big way. Make an appointment with the teahouse and invite Dr. Song to come over for a cup of tea."

With that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and ask Dr. Song from the western medicine clinic on Ping'an East Street.

Dr. Song has just left the operating room.

His small surgical clinic is fully functional.

A wife swallowed gold and committed suicide. The traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help it. The church hospital didn't dare to go and sent it to Dr. Song.

In this kind of surgery, Dr. song skillfully took out the gold bullion from the patient's stomach and was busy for more than six hours before completing this seemingly simple operation.

"Don't be so stupid in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "now it's not that you can't get a divorce? Your ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not the tool of death."

The patient is still under anesthesia. Dr. Song's words are almost muttering to himself.

Just after half an hour's rest, an adjutant came in and startled the nurses.

"... madam Shao, please take a seat in the teahouse on West Street." Deputy official.

Then he turned and left.

Young lady?

Dr. Song sneered. He had opened a clinic here, but he studied all around.

Knowing that he's herbal hall has something to do with the military government, Dr. Song still dares to open the clinic here. Only because it is the ancestral home of his wife's family, it covers a large area and can save some expenses.

If you buy such a big shop and floor, the price will be too high.

"I want to see." Dr. Song disagreed.

He washed his hands, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, brought glasses and was ready to keep the appointment.

It's just a few steps away.

His two youngest sons, who were at least five years old, suddenly hit Dr. Song.

"Daddy, it hurts." Children's road.

Dr. Song smiled: "hurt you?"

The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I'm in pain."

"Where does it hurt?" Dr. Song asked again, frowning and thinking of taking the child to the big church hospital for an examination.

The younger son recently talked about pain in his. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He took an X-ray of the child and didn't eat any foreign matter, metal and so on.

He is a doctor himself, but he doesn't know pediatrics.

The child just muttered pain in his mouth. When the pain was over, he should eat and drink. There was no problem at all. Mrs. Song said, "children listen to patients crying pain and learn to speak every day, trying to attract the attention of adults."

The wife said so. Dr. Song has another patient here. He's not free, so he didn't take it seriously.

Today, I heard the child say it hurts again.

He picked him up and asked his son, "where do you hurt?"

There seemed to be no painful expression on the child's face. He twisted his body a few times to go down to the ground, turned around and played with his brother again.

Very lively. I don't think he hurts.

Dr. Song shook his head: "the pain of illness will make people anxious. Xiaonan really doesn't see where the anxiety is."

After thinking about it, he put down his heart and turned to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, the boy knew him: "is it Dr. Song?"

Dr. Song was slightly surprised and nodded.

"Please, madam Shao and shopkeeper he are in the elegant room on the second floor." The boy said.

Dr. Song followed the boy upstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw he mengde: wearing a blue cloth silk gown, elegant and gentle, a bit like the shopkeeper in the former Qing Dynasty.

"He's a good man, too." Doctor song thought, "it looks like traditional Chinese medicine."

It's not a thief's eyes or a fat head and big ears, which makes Dr. Song's first impression of he mengde quite good.

Then Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.

The young lady of the military government, wearing a moon white cheongsam and a long tassel shawl of the same color, her skin is whiter than snow.

After a rough glance, Dr. Song didn't take care of the boat's face. He just felt noble and graceful. At first glance, people didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Shopkeeper he, young lady, what can I do for you two?" After Dr. Song sat down, he came straight to the point.

He mengde looked at the boat.

Gu Qingzhou said, "Dr. Song, is this the single page of your clinic?"

Dr. Song didn't deny it.

"What's the matter?" Asked Dr. Song.

"We run a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Dr. Song, are you provoking by slandering traditional Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingzhou asked in awe.

Her momentum was suddenly suppressed, which made Dr. Song subconsciously in awe.

Dr. Song returned to his senses with a cold and arrogant attitude and a posture of not fearing power: "madam, this is not my words, but the words of Minister Wu of the political department."

After that, Dr. Song took out a newspaper and handed it to Gu Qingzhou: "this is what Minister Wu said to the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University when he visited Jinling Medical University in February. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and foolish, and the dross should be eliminated!"

Now scolding traditional Chinese medicine is in line with public opinion and a very correct political attitude.

"Madam, what's wrong with the remarks of government officials written on my single page?" Doctor song looked at Gu Qingzhou and shopkeeper he coldly, and endless contempt rose in his heart.

Traditional Chinese medicine shop?

You two liars!