The Epic Revenge Chapter 489: Daddy, I hurt
Gu Qingzhou chats with He Mengde.
They talked about the future of Chinese medicine.
The crusade against traditional Chinese medicine has been going on for many years, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing: it is forbidden to open schools of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is forbidden to apply for the construction of public hospitals of traditional Chinese medicine.
"First, the establishment of schools is prohibited, which fundamentally cuts off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; then the state does not subsidize the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes it even more difficult for traditional Chinese medicine." Gu Qingzhou said, "As soon as this decree is promulgated, our truly dark days will be over. coming."
He Mengde's face was also covered with a layer of frost.
Gu Qingzhou said: "I will find a way."
There is not necessarily a way, but it can always give other colleagues a way to live.
He Mengde nodded.
The two discussed a lot again.
"Uncle, I want to disclose all of my master's medical skills and pass them on. We have left 20 of his prescriptions as secret medicines. After all, Western medicine also has privileged medicines, so it is impossible to disclose all of them. /
The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare, are all released and handed over to the students to study and promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. "Gu Qingzhou said.
He Mengde's eyes lit up.
"If you say that, I can accept it." He Mengde smiled, "I should keep some points, not all of them."
Gu Qingzhou nodded.
Finally, He Mengde talked about a very important thing.
"On the East Street, there is a small western medicine clinic opened by a doctor who came back from the UK." He Mengde said, "Our Baicao Hall's business is about to drop again. Can we pay back the money? Qingzhou, do you have an idea?"
Gu Qingzhou doesn't know this.
"Has it opened yet?" she asked.
He Mengde said: "It's been half a month since it opened, and I always wanted to tell you. Later, I got sick and I forgot."
Gu Qingzhou's intelligence doesn't pay attention to these, so she doesn't know.
"It's okay, they do theirs, we do ours." Gu Qingzhou said.
It's just that, being so close, one in the middle and one in the west, is this a ring fight?
The other party knew that there was a large Chinese medicine shop on Ping'an West Street, and he also opened a western medicine clinic on West Street two blocks away, which meant that it would crowd out traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
"Is it British?" Gu Qingzhou asked.
He Mengde shook his head: "It's Chinese, and my hometown used to be from Yuecheng."
"Then he can practice medicine in the UK for many years, which is very impressive." Gu Qingzhou said.
He Mengde thinks about it, indeed.
Foreigners are superior to China when they come to China, but Chinese people are like dwarfs when they go out.
The hospital saves lives and heals the wounded. This doctor has been practicing medicine in the UK for many years, which is also a powerful role.
Since it is so close, if it can be combined......
Gu Qingzhou thought about it, thinking that he wanted to eat one bite at a time. Let's start with the streets of the old city, and we should have a beginning.
"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic, what's the doctor's name?"
"The last name is Song." He Mengde said.
While speaking, a voice came from outside.
The sound of the child's footsteps, dong dong dong, ran in. It was the youngest child of the He family, named He Wen.
He Mengde patted his youngest son on the head: "Go out to play."
The child came to Gu Qingzhou's side.
Gu Qingzhou picked him up and let him sit on his lap.
"Sister, here it is!" He Wen handed a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.
The paper is full of words.
Gu Qingzhou was taken aback.
"Why give it to me?" She restrained her surprise and asked He Wen with a smile.
He Wendao: "There are characters, medical characters, the same genius doctor as my sister, who wrote my sister!"
Gu Qingzhou laughed, there was a place in his heart that was incredibly soft.
She has been particularly fond of children recently, and her innocent words put her in a great mood.
He Mengde is also curious.
Gu Qingzhou holds the child in one hand and opens the paper in the other.
After reading it, her face was calm and still smiling, but she handed the paper to He Mengde.
He Mengde changed his face.
"I'll go out and see!" He Mengde angrily took the paper and walked out.
Gu Qingzhou was still teasing He Wen and asked him, "How do you know the characters?"
"My sister taught me?"
"Which elder sister taught? Where are your two elder sisters." Gu Qingzhou smiled.
He Wendao: "Big sister!"
"What other words do you know?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.
He Wen told her bit by bit.
Gu Qingzhou was teasing the child here, but Yu Guang glanced outside, and the two little guys also went out.
Soon, He Mengde came back with a lot of paper.
He Wen became impatient and wanted to go down to the ground to play, but Gu Qingzhou let him go.
As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.
"Look at Qingzhou, they are too much!" He Mengde blushed with anger.
This is a flyer page.
This leaflet says: "Pay attention to hygiene every day. If you have a headache, you should see Western medicine. Don't foolishly believe in Chinese medicine, delay your illness and be defrauded of money."
Then, below is the address of the Western Medicine Clinic.
"This street is covered up." He Mengde was very angry.
Gu Qingzhou took a look.
This is not just promoting new Western medicine clinics, but also undermining traditional Chinese medicine.
After all, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays, but if they step on it like this, it will appear that they are fashionable, know China's national conditions, and can penetrate the hearts of the people.
"It's too much, I'm going to theory!" He Mengde lost his good temper and became angry, "We didn't attack them."
"I'm going to talk." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows also added a layer of sternness, "It's just that the enemy should be resolved, so don't come to the door with great fanfare, make an appointment at the restaurant, and invite Dr. Song to come over for a cup of tea."
Speaking, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and go to 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.
There was a wife who committed suicide by swallowing gold. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor had no choice. She didn't dare to go to the church hospital, so she sent her to Dr. Song.
Dr. Song was very skilled in removing gold nuggets from the patient's stomach. It took more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation.
"Don't be so stupid in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "Isn't it impossible to get a divorce now? Just your gold should be your living expenses, not a tool for begging for death."
The patient was still under anesthesia, Dr. Song's words were almost murmuring to himself.
Have just rested for half an hour when a military adjutant walked in, startling the nurses.
"......The young lady invites you to sit down in the teahouse on West Street." The adjutant said.
After saying that, I turned around and left.
Young lady?
The corner of Dr. Song's lips sneered. He opened a clinic here, but he studied all around.
Knowing that He's Baicaotang is related to the military government, Dr. Song still dared to open the clinic here, but because it is the ancestral home of his wife's family, it covers a large area and can save a part of the cost.
To buy such a large shop and floor, the price is too high.
"I'd rather have a look." Dr. Song disagreed.
He washed his hands and changed his clothes, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, and put on his glasses, ready to go to an appointment.
It's just a few steps away.
His two young sons were fighting at the door. The youngest five-year-old rammed into Dr. Song.
"Daddy, it hurts." The younger son said.
Dr. Song smiled: "I bumped into you?"
The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I hurt so much."
"Where does it hurt?" Dr. Song asked again, frowning, thinking about taking the child to a large church hospital for a checkup.
The younger son recently complained about the pain. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He took X-rays for the child, and he didn't eat any foreign objects and metals.
He's a doctor himself, but doesn't know much about pediatrics.
The child only has pain in the mouth. After the pain is over, he can eat and drink, and there is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said: "The child listens to the patient's pain every day, learns to talk, and wants to cause pain. Attention adults."
The wife said so, Dr. Song has another patient here, and he is not free, so he doesn't take it seriously.
I heard the child say pain again today.
He picked up and asked his son: "Where do you hurt?"
The child didn't seem to have a painful expression on his face. He twisted his body a few times to go to the ground, then turned around and went back to playing with his brother.
Very lively, I don't think he hurts.
Dr. Song shook his head: "Sickness and pain can make people anxious. Xiao Nan really doesn't see where the anxiety is."
He thought about it for a while, then let go of his heart and turned to go to the tea house.
As soon as he entered the door, the young man knew him: "Is it Dr. Song?"
Dr. Song was slightly surprised and nodded.
"Please, the young lady and the shopkeeper He are in the private room on the second floor." The young man said.
Dr. Song followed the boy upstairs.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw He Mengde: wearing a blue cloth and satin gown, elegant and gentle, a bit like a shopkeeper in the pre-Qing Dynasty.
"This person is not bad." Dr. Song thought to himself, "a bit like a Chinese medicine doctor."
It's not the snarky eyes, the fat head and the big ears, which made Dr. Song's first impression of He Mengde not bad.
Then, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.
The young lady of the military government, she wears a moon-white cheongsam and a long fringed shawl of the same color, and her skin is whiter than snow.
After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't take a close look at Gu Qingzhou's face. He only felt noble and graceful in manners, and at first glance, one would not dare to underestimate him.
"Manager He, Young Madam, I wonder if you two have anything to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he started straight to the point.
He Mengde glanced at Gu Qingzhou.
Gu Qingzhou said, "Dr. Song, is this the single page of your clinic?"
Dr. Song did not deny it.
"What's wrong?" Dr. Song asked.
"We open a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Doctor Song, are you provocative by slandering traditional Chinese medicine?" Gu Qingzhou asked solemnly with a frown.
Her aura was suddenly suppressed, causing Dr. Song to subconsciously feel awe.
Dr. Song returned to his senses, his attitude was also cold and arrogant, and he was not afraid of power: "Young madam, these are not my words, but the words of the Minister of Political Affairs."
After speaking, 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 in February when he inspected Jinling Medical University. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and ignorant, and the dross should be eliminated! "
To criticize Chinese medicine now is to comply with public opinion, and it is a very correct political attitude.
"Young madam, what's wrong with the government officials' speeches on this page?" Dr. Song looked at Gu Qingzhou and Shopkeeper He coldly, with endless contempt in his heart.
Chinese medicine shop?
You two liars!