Chapter 43: Those who win gods prosper, those who rebel against gods die
"Old sir, we agreed before. If you can't cure my disease, then accept me as your disciple!"
This is a room of less than ten square meters. It is filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Just sitting here can make you feel a little bitter in your mouth. This is a consultation room in Tongrentang.
Because there are hollow windows on the west side, there is a lot of sunlight at noon, and the room is very bright.
The furniture in the consultation room is very simple, with only a gray wooden bookshelf at the back, a square table and two chairs in the center of the room.
At this time, there were two people sitting in front of and behind the table. On the table were two white porcelain wine bottles with red labels.
An old Chinese doctor with white hair is taking a patient's pulse.
He looked very old, his silver hair was whiter than the robes on his body, and his face was covered with wrinkles as if they were the bark of an ancient tree.
Suddenly, his face full of grooves changed, and all the wrinkles on his face seemed to be squeezed together.
Traditional Chinese medicine is divided into observation, hearing, inquiry and diagnosis. Now that he has reached the last step, he feels that the condition is weird.
The white-haired old Chinese medicine doctor raised his head, with a pair of cloudy eyes shining brightly, and looked at the strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him. The smiling expression on his face was very proud, as if he was saying that he could not see any illness.
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Yi Chuanzong is indeed very proud that his predecessor was indeed sick, but now he is gone!
As for why it didn't happen.
Of course it can't be that his brain is flooded!
All this is because he came here! The power of the system cured his illness!
Such a virtuous and kind-hearted old man who is a highly respected doctor is about to fall into a coffin. Of course, he cannot lie.
As long as you can't tell what illness he had before, then just be his tool master!
If his illness could be seen, he would become his teacher even more!
Even the system-repaired body can see traces of it. With such medical skills, not only would he cry and beg for someone to take him on as a disciple, he would at least try in every possible way. The connections of this miracle doctor are so coveted.
With victory in his heart, Yi Chuanzong looked at the old man with a troubled face. He felt that he could no longer embarrass others. After all, he was already so old. Respecting the old and caring for the young was the country's traditional virtue.
Yi Chuanzong added casually, giving the old man a step down, "Of course, what the student brought this time is just a small gift, and there will definitely be a big gift after he becomes a disciple."
He found out about this magical doctor Huang from his aunt. His praise was so high that even the aunt could say words like "hanging pot to save the world", "wonderful hand to rejuvenate", "apricot forest master" and so on.
Even the aunt came to see them a few years ago, but the miracle doctor said that there was nothing wrong with their bodies, but that they had no chance of surviving.
And when he was preparing to become a disciple later, the rumors he heard were even more exaggerated, such as "raw white meat, heal dead bones" and so on.
However, he also found out about the other person's preferences. This was an old miracle doctor who was given the gift of being 'well-prepared', 'sure of winning' and other modifications. In other words, he loved to bet, and he still won!
And this old doctor has a habit of having a few drinks.
So Yi Chuanzong carried two bottles of Moutai to Tongrentang Pharmacy in Dashilar.
Tongrentang was founded in 1669, which is almost 300 years ago. It is currently a public-private partnership and is mainly run by the Le family. There are even Lerentang, Hongrentang, Yongrentang, etc. founded by the Le family throughout the country.
Yes, its scale is very large.
In recent years, I have tended to focus on the field of medicine. Barefoot doctors go to the countryside for consultation. It is not easy to be a doctor here. Each of them is an old doctor who has traveled thousands of miles and returned. During this time, he has seen countless people, has rich experience, and has great medical knowledge.
Profound and extremely noble in character.
Yi Chuanzong could only buy two bottles of Maotai from the supply and marketing cooperative with a trying mentality. One bottle cost him five and a half yuan. It should have been brewed two years ago. If this year's price is only four and a half yuan, this is already
It was the best wine he could buy.
Of course, this is the most expensive one. As for whether the old miracle doctor will like it, he is not very sure. After all, everyone's taste is different.
The two bottles of wine cost a total of eleven yuan. Yi Chuanzong made the bet with sincerity. Doctor Huang found him interesting and reluctantly agreed.
Doctor Huang silently withdrew his withered hand. At this time, his expression had become calm, and the grooves on his face were slightly relieved.
Although his body has shrunk a lot as he is older, his frame is relatively large and can hold up his white robe. He retracts his hands and sits there looking otherworldly. He really has the aura of a miracle doctor.
Doctor Huang looked forward with cloudy eyes, as if he had completely seen through Yi Chuanzong's body, and softly chanted: "The righteousness is insane, and the madness does not recognize people."
Yi Chuanzong frowned after hearing this. His current medical skill is elementary, and it was also elementary when it was zero. It will only reach the intermediate level when the elementary skill level reaches the top.
With each additional skill level, he will gain some knowledge. He could barely understand this sentence.
This means he is mentally ill!
In traditional Chinese medicine, mental illness belongs to the category of mental illness. It is named after "epilepsy" and "madness". Its manifestations include loss of control of reason, inability to think correctly, disordered language, insanity, hysteria, mania, singing from a height, etc.
Abandoning clothes and running around etc.
Nowadays, "righteousness is crazy, madness does not recognize people", "madness" and "madness" are both taken up, but this is wrong!
He used to be a fool, but now he doesn't have these symptoms.
Did Dr. Huang actually see his previous illness?
He is obviously already healed!
The level of medical skills is really incredible.
Yi Chuanzong's pupils tightened and he said dissatisfiedly: "Old sir, we are doing well, you can't call me a fool!" He still decided to struggle and test it.
Doctor Huang gently closed his eyes, paused for three seconds and then opened his cloudy eyes again.
Yi Chuanzong could faintly feel the divine light flickering in his turbid eyes, and the whisper of Divine Doctor Huang came to his ears again, "Those who win the gods will prosper, and those who defy the gods will perish."
Yi Chuanzong's body suddenly became tense, and at this time, his psychological tension reached the extreme.
Shen is the general term for the life activities of the human body, and is also a high-level summary of the external manifestations of spiritual consciousness, thinking activities, and functional activities of the organs, essence, blood and body fluids.
This means that the circulation patterns of human qi, blood, body fluids, and thinking activities originate from self-regulation, and long-term imbalance of self-regulation will lead to mental abnormalities.
This is what Chinese medicine says about God, but Yi Chuanzong looked at those wise eyes, and he was not sure whether the other party meant this.
Or did you see something?
The other party's tone is really too weird!
silence.
He felt that his biggest secret had been seen through, and his mind was in chaos.
Yi Chuanzong sat quietly on the wooden bench. At this time, the world became a little darker in his eyes, and his voice was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.
He forced a smile and praised: "The old gentleman is indeed unparalleled in his medical skills. I was indeed a fool before, and I recovered by chance. I didn't expect you to be able to see this. I admire you! I admire you!"
As he spoke, Yi Chuanzong pushed the two bottles of wine on the table to the front, "I'm willing to admit defeat. These two bottles of Maotai are considered as filial piety to you by the younger generation. You win this time!" After saying that, he got up and left.
His own secrets might be discovered. Yi Chuanzong didn't want to stay here for a second, and he couldn't do anything to an old gentleman who had saved countless lives. No one would believe what the other party speculated.
"Little friend, are you leaving now?"
A long voice came from behind, and Yi Chuanzong stopped in his tracks.
Turning around again to face the somewhat skinny old miracle doctor, he bowed slightly and his attitude became much more respectful. He was no longer as casual and calm as before. He could even bet and joke with Divine Doctor Huang.
Now he didn't dare to look at the other party's cloudy eyes, "I wonder what the old miracle doctor does?"
"You came to seek medical treatment, and now you only ask about the symptoms and don't want to know the cure?" Gu Miao
Doctor Huang smiled warmly, and his thin and dry face was obviously full of wrinkles, but it made people feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze.
The corner of Yi Chuanzong's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly shook his head and refused, "Old sir, my illness has been cured. I don't need to trouble you to prescribe medicine!"
Divine Doctor Huang chuckled, shook his head, and said teasingly: "Are you sure?"
Yi Chuanzong's face turned bitter. He almost felt unconfident when he asked this question. Mainly because he was a little scared by the other party.
"Hahaha!"
Doctor Huang looked up to the sky and laughed, seemingly very happy.
When Yi Chuanzong came in before, he looked like a monkey spirit and wanted to make a bet with him.
Obviously he came here to seek medical treatment, but his attitude was as if he was going to fight, but now he was trembling with fear. It was really interesting.
Yi Chuanzong looked annoyed and raised his voice a little higher, "Old sir, I can withstand a thousand pounds of strength. I can eat ten pounds of rice in one meal. I am in great shape and my eyesight is clear. I really don't need to take medicine!"
Doctor Huang shook his head and said with a smile: "You have to take my medicine!"
Yi Chuanzong's face became very ugly. He came to be a disciple, but now he really seemed to be sick?
This old gentleman doesn't seem to be lying. Is he really sick?
After a long silence, Divine Doctor Huang just looked at him with a faint smile. Yi Chuanzong hesitated for a while, then walked back and sat on the square stool again.
"Can you tell me what's wrong with me?"
The smile on Doctor Huang's face disappeared, and he looked at Yi Chuanzong solemnly, his posture was very serious but he did not speak.
Yi Chuanzong was anxious. He couldn't help but frown. Didn't he look at it when he saw a doctor? Why did he look like this again? Could it be that he was not seriously ill?
He was so strong that he didn't feel anything at all! The strange feeling was that he felt that he was too strong!
Just when he was waiting impatiently, Doctor Huang shook his head again, seeing how flustered Yi Chuanzong was!
"On the top of the pavilion where the roots of the mountain are broken, two dragons merge into the sea and rise to the sky. Your heaven is perfect, your eyes are focused, your eyebrows are close to the palace of fate, but there is a missing pillar in the sky!"
Doctor Huang spoke leisurely, and then began to ponder alone.
Yi Chuanzong's brows suddenly tightened. He seemed to have said this, but also seemed not to say it. He didn't understand it at all.
But he obviously came to see a doctor, but now he is telling his fortune.
"Old sir, why don't you speak more plainly?"
Doctor Huang turned his head slightly and looked over. After just one glance, his eyes turned pitiful towards Yi Chuanzong, and he shook his head slowly.
Yi Chuanzong was looked at with horror. What kind of look was this?
He shouldn't have come to see a doctor today!
If possible, he would never want to see this old bastard again!
"Hey, I have met countless people in my life, but this is the first time I have seen someone as miserable as you. You lost your mother and your father when you were young, and you have been suffering from hysteria for twenty years. Now you are also...hey!"
"You can see that too? What's wrong with me?"
Yi Chuanzong was immediately shocked!
It was a good thing that the other person didn't say anything, but the moment Doctor Huang opened his mouth he was frightened into goosebumps all over his body.
He didn't say anything. He was told that both his parents were dead. After the calculation, the parents didn't say anything, and even he had to take them with him!
Now he feels extremely regretful. If he had known earlier that this old guy was so talented, he would have respected everything he said when he came in!
Is this intentional?
Doctor Huang stood up from the square chair over there, and then walked step by step in front of Yi Chuanzong. He was obviously wearing a white robe, but Yi Chuanzong felt that there was a black shadow shaking next to him, which scared him.
broken.
In a blink of an eye, Doctor Huang bent down and looked at him. His voice was extremely gentle at this time, "My child, do you know what day March 3rd is?"
Yi Chuanzong's nerves were tense at this time, and his mind was a little confused. How could he still remember what day March 3rd was?
Doctor Huang sighed and said: "It is on the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar. It was called Shangsi Festival in ancient times. According to legend, March 3 is the birthday of the Yellow Emperor. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that 'On February 2, the dragon raises its head. On March 3, Xuanyuan is born'."
Yi Chuanzong quickly objected: "Old sir, my birthday is March 1st!"
Doctor Huang reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a serious face: "It's true that you were born on March 1st, but what about the two dragons you dived into?"
"dragon?"
Yi Chuanzong was confused. He was not a magician. How could he know that a dragon was not a dragon?
Doctor Huang stretched out his hand with pity, and then pointed at the eyebrows inside his eye sockets.
Yi Chuanzong subconsciously reached out and touched his eyebrows. His eyebrows in this life were thick, black, thick and very physical.
Normally he didn't care, but now he was called a dragon?
"Child, what did you touch?" Doctor Huang asked softly.
Yi Chuanzong was silent for a moment, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart, and whispered: "I feel like there are two bone spurs."
"This is the root of the mountain." Divine Doctor Huang said indifferently.
Yi Chuanzong clenched his fist tightly. His mountain roots were broken. He took a deep breath and asked, "What does this mean?"
"You want to know?" Doctor Huang asked again, hesitant to say anything.
Yi Chuanzong nodded seriously, "Please tell me!"
Doctor Huang was silent for a moment before speaking: "The mountain roots are broken and the pavilion is broken. This is your birth sign. The two dragons merge into the sea and rise to the sky. This is your luck. People are born with luck. The two are related to each other. My child, you were born
The time is not right."
"What do you mean?" Yi Chuanzong just frowned.
Divine Doctor Huang shook his head, "The gathering of two dragons is the sign of a true dragon. The mountains and rivers will not fall for thousands of years. How can a true dragon emerge at this time? Time is also destiny, and God's will cannot be violated. You are affected by fate, and your fate is not strong.
Death has also broken through the roots of the mountain. The root of the mountain has damaged the top of the pavilion, and the explanation is that the young man injured his mother and must be right."
Yi Chuanzong's face became particularly ugly. Does this mean that he killed his mother in this life?
But he also felt somewhat comforted in his heart. It didn't just happen after he came over, it had already happened before he came over.
"Dragon dives into the sea. Although your face looks rounder, that's just an illusion. But if you touch it, your chin should be sharper, and the cheekbones on both sides are as sharp as knives." Doctor Huang said slowly.
"And the onset of your disease was when you were born."
Yi Chuanzong subconsciously touched his face. Indeed, although it looked round when he looked in the mirror, it felt fleshy and sharp on the inside. The cheeks were also fleshy and the bones of the face were very flat.
But when he heard the last words of Divine Doctor Huang, Yi Chuanzong's pupils suddenly shrank into needle shapes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at those cloudy eyes and asked: "What do you mean by this? I wasn't stupid to begin with?"
He felt that his heartbeat was constantly accelerating, his body temperature was also rising, and something seemed to be moving crazily in his brain. This feeling was extremely uncomfortable.