Looking away from the four small regular script letters, Wang Tao broke into a cold sweat.
Only those who deeply understand Chinese calligraphy can see the characters clearly.
After more than ten years of diligent calligraphy practice, Wang Tao had the writing power to become a tiger with every stroke. What he was most proud of at this time was that the four words he saw on the stone table in this small courtyard tonight made him
He felt a sense of frustration.
Those four words are like a sharp sword that is ready to be unsheathed. Once the sword is unsheathed, the scenery will change!
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Seeing Wang Tao's solemn expression, Chen Kexin asked with concern.
Wang Tao shook his head and said: "It's nothing, maybe I'm a little tired."
"I'll take you home to rest when I see your great-grandpa later," Chen Kexin said softly. She knew that he was too tired.
Wang Tao sighed softly in his heart. The old man of the Chen family must have invited him this time, like this invisible sharp sword, to intimidate or teach him a lesson. Who made him speak so openly in the front hall just now?
The old lady walked to the door of the room, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. What greeted her was a male doctor in a white coat.
"Dad, are you asleep? If they are, I won't let these two children enter the house, so as not to disturb your sweet dream." The old lady raised her voice at the door.
"Why are you so loud? Although my ears are a bit deaf, I'm not deaf yet." An old voice came from the house.
"Then I took them in?"
"Since you're here, of course you have to come in."
The old lady led Wang Tao and Chen Kexin and pushed the door open.
The light in the room is very soft, not as harsh as the lights in the front hall.
An old man was sitting in a wheelchair, sleeping with his eyes closed in the middle of the room.
The old man's body is very thin, his face is full of wrinkles, and 80% or 90% of the hair on his head has fallen out. Only a few sparse white hairs remain in the back half of the head. Under the reflection of the light, the old man's round forehead looks clanking.
Bright.
The old man is wearing a white pure cotton long-sleeved shirt with a row of Chinese button knots on the front. The old man is sitting in a wheelchair with a pure white thin blanket draped over his lower body.
The old man in front of him looks very ordinary, no different from those who run out to bask in the sun on a sunny day.
The old man kept his eyes closed until Wang Tao and three others entered the room, without even raising his eyelids.
"Young man, are you very angry?" the old man asked.
Wang Tao said seriously: "This afternoon, I soaked in the flood all afternoon."
The former's question was very abrupt, while the latter's answer was very unclear. Even Bingxue, as smart as Chen Kexin, couldn't figure out what riddle the two foxes, the old one and the small one, were playing.
The old man's face was still expressionless. He paused slightly and asked, "I heard that the name of your clinic is Xinglin?"
"Yes." Wang Tao said.
"I want you to tell me, what is the meaning of the word Xinglin?" the old man said.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Tao said: "'Xinglin' has been a nickname in the medical field for a long time. It can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. During the Three Kingdoms period, there was a famous doctor named Dong Feng in Mount Lu. He had excellent medical skills and superb skills. It is said that there were
The art of bringing the dead back to life.”
“One of the characteristics of his medical treatment is that he never charges patients for medical treatment, but he has a request for those who come to see him: if a serious illness is cured, five apricot trees must be planted in his garden, and if a minor illness is cured, five apricot trees must be planted in his garden.
If it's good, plant one."
"Year after year has passed, and he has cured countless patients. The apricot trees in his garden have also gathered into a forest. Every time the apricots mature, looking from a distance, amidst the lush green leaves, there are many red trees.
The branches are covered with apricots, which is really beautiful.”
"Later, Dong Feng told people that anyone who came to his apricot grove to buy apricots did not have to pay. They just needed to put some grain in the warehouse and then go to the forest to get apricots. So every year, Dong Feng exchanged apricots for
The warehouses were filled with grains, and Dong Feng used them to help the poor people in Mount Lu and the hungry people traveling from north to south. In one year, he helped more than 20,000 people."
"Later, there was a saying about tigers guarding the apricot forest to prevent unscrupulous people from stealing apricots. Those who wanted to eat apricots could only exchange rice for it, and Dong Feng used the rice in exchange to help the poor, so there is also a saying of 'tiger guarding the apricot forest'
From this, Dong Feng established a free clinic in Xinglin to help the poor and created a good story."
The old man nodded slightly and said: "Dong Feng is not as famous as Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo in history, but he is able to lift things with ease, and he can be regarded as one of the three miracle doctors of Jian'an."
Suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Wang Tao's eyes with lightning eyes, and asked: "Xinglin is the title that a generation of medical saints deserves. What qualifications do you have to name your clinic Xinglin?"
It was so sudden. Just now, the old man and the young man seemed to be having a normal conversation, but in the blink of an eye, their eyes were wide open. Chen Kexin and the old lady beside them were shocked.
Wang Tao was also slightly stunned, but it was only for 0.01 second. He immediately realized that the sword he was worried about was in his heart.
"Why can't my clinic be called Xinglin?" Wang Tao sneered: "Since the death of Dong Feng, a generation of medical saints, the story of 'Xinglin' has been spread to this day. Guo Dong, a famous doctor in the Ming Dynasty, imitated Dong Feng, lived at the foot of the mountain, and planted more than a thousand apricots.
strain."
"Zheng Qin of Suzhou also established an apricot garden in the courtyard, and most of the gifts given by patients were used to help the poor."
"The calligrapher and painter Zhao Mengfu of the Ming Dynasty was critically ill. After Yan Zicheng, a famous doctor at that time, cured him with his wonderful rejuvenation, Zhao Mengfu also specially painted a picture of the Apricot Forest as a gift to Yan Zicheng."
"Some medical groups and magazines in modern times are often named after 'Xinglin'. 'Xinglin' has become another name for the medical community. The good story about 'Xinglin' has not only become a good talk among the people and the medical community, but also has become a legend in all ages.
It is a model for doctors to inspire and urge themselves to work hard to improve their medical skills and relieve patients' suffering."
Wang Tao stared at Old Man Chen's slightly yellowed eyes and said coldly: "For now, Xinglin is a spirit and a heritage. As descendants of Yan and Huang, if we don't inherit this heritage and let it continue,
.Then our ancient inheritance will be lost, or even stolen by scumbags from other countries. Isn’t it the loudest slap on our face that the Korean stickmen successfully applied for Korean medicine?"
Wang Tao's words were so impassioned that even his own blood was stimulated to flow violently. He didn't believe that the old man in front of him would remain calm.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen didn't react at all. He didn't even accept Wang Tao's impassioned speech. Instead, he opened his mouth and asked, "How do you understand Xuan Hu Ji Shi?"
Wang Tao almost jumped up and scolded him, this old guy! Why didn’t he have any clue what he was saying? He was so excited and enthusiastic and explained the origin of Xinglin to him without any reservations. It was good for him. I don’t know if he listened. He closed his mouth and let him know.
When I explain to him the Xuan Hu Ju Shi, if the preface does not match the follower, is it possible that my brain is filled with water?