Some things just need to be mentioned briefly. Mr. Ye didn't think about explaining them too thoroughly because he believed Zhong Hao could understand them. If he couldn't understand them, then there was no need for him to explain them.
After a little thought, Mr. Ye continued to ask Zhong Hao: "Zhong Hao, do you know why our Chinese traditional medicine can still shine brightly after thousands of years of inheritance?"
"Grandpa Ye, please speak."
Zhong Hao responded very seriously. He did not answer, but waited for Mr. Ye to continue.
“The charm and brilliance of our Chinese medicine comes not only from its miraculous curative effect and unique medical theory, but also from the radiant humanity of the great Chinese medicine practitioners of the past dynasties, as well as their monumental medical ethics. The former is
The foundation of traditional Chinese medicine, and the latter is the spirit and soul of traditional Chinese medicine."
Mr. Ye's tone was also full of seriousness. After a slight pause, he continued: "Zhong Hao, I hope your path to 'imperial medicine' is different from that of Li Huayu. When facing the powerful and wealthy, you can follow your own way."
When you face some weak people who need help, I hope to see the humanity and medical ethics of a Chinese medicine practitioner in you."
"Grandpa Ye, thank you for your teachings. I will definitely keep them in mind."
Zhong Hao nodded seriously. He had indeed gained a lot from Mr. Ye's teachings, but he, Zhong Hao, had his own principles for doing things.
Moreover, he just wanted to use the method of imperial medicine. He had never thought about becoming a real Chinese medicine doctor, let alone a master of Chinese medicine.
But no matter what, an insensitive Chinese medicine doctor can't do it.
In response to Zhong Hao's seriousness, Mr. Ye showed a sincere smile on his face.
Regarding Zhong Hao's promise, he was not worried at all because he knew Zhong Hao would not be disappointed.
Zhong Hao and Mr. Ye sat in the rain pavilion for about half an hour, and gave Mr. Ye acupuncture. After controlling the spread of cancer cells, Mr. Ye's tumor did not continue to grow and compress the nerve tissue. This is
Zhong Hao was very happy. If this situation continued, there would be absolutely no problem for Mr. Ye to wait for one or two months.
Ye Junyan's lunch was prepared very quickly. In fact, Ye Junyan only needed to be responsible for cooking and cooking. The rest of the dishes, such as washing and chopping, were all assisted by a dedicated chef.
After being called by the villa servant, Zhong Hao and Ye Lao entered the villa together.
The decoration in the villa is full of classical style, and the layout of the dining room is even more antique.
By the time Zhong Hao and Mr. Ye sat down at the Eight Immortals table in the dining room, Ye Junyan had already gone back to the room and changed into a white dress and walked out.
Perhaps it was because at home, the expression on Ye Junyan's cold face was obviously much softer. Her simple clothes and slightly pulled up hair gave her a more refreshing beauty.
After all the food was served, Mr. Ye personally scooped a bowl of copper bone soup stewed with yam and wolfberry for Zhong Hao, and then said with a smile: "Zhong Hao, try Jun Yan's craftsmanship, old man, I can
I’m not boasting, but my Jun Yan’s cooking skills are not inferior to those of those five-star chefs.”
Listening to what Mr. Ye said, Ye Junyan suddenly added: "Grandpa, Zhong Hao has already tasted it."
"Oh, that's right, look at my memory."
Mr. Ye was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and laughed: "Zhong Hao, the lunch I brought you the day before yesterday was prepared by Jun Yan. Doesn't it taste good?"
"Well, it's great."
Zhong Haoying was very sure. He never thought that the lunch Mr. Ye brought that day was actually prepared by Ye Junyan. The taste was not inferior to that of the chef named Hongwan.
This reminded Zhong Hao of the brown sugar, jujube and glutinous rice porridge yesterday morning. Obviously, that porridge should have been prepared by Ye Junyan.
Thinking of Ye Junyan going out of his way to prepare breakfast for herself early in the morning, Zhong Hao couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
Listening to Zhong Hao's comments, the corners of Ye Junyan's mouth suddenly pursed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her pretty face. It was very faint, but the bloom in that moment was extremely moving.
Mr. Ye was very happy and kept saying: "Come on, eat more. This soup nourishes the body and is also good for the recovery of wounds."
Zhong Hao has a good appetite, and Ye Junyan's cooking is indeed very good, so he eats very deliciously.
Of course, Zhong Hao would never forget the due courtesy. After all, this was not his home, and he was not reincarnated as a starving ghost.
Mr. Ye was obviously in a good mood today. Seeing Zhong Hao eating deliciously, the smile on his face never broke.
Ye Junyan also noticed her grandfather's strangeness. Seeing Mr. Ye's happy look, her face once again showed a faint touching smile, and she looked into Zhong Hao's beautiful eyes, which were already full of joy.
gratitude.
If she remembered correctly, it seemed that her grandfather had not smiled like this for many years.
After lunch, Zhong Hao said goodbye to Mr. Ye and Ye Junyan, and then drove towards the gate of Shidanjing in the car that Blade had prepared.
Zhong Hao planned to go back to the courtyard directly. He borrowed many books on neuronal diseases and traditional Chinese medicine from the library in the morning, and he wanted to seize the time to read them all.
However, just when Daofeng was driving his Mercedes-Benz and was about to approach the gate of Shidanjing, a roaring sound of sports car power suddenly sounded from behind, and then, a big white Lamborghini roared quickly, more than passing by.
He hit the Mercedes-Benz and made a sharp turn directly in front of the Mercedes-Benz.
Blade's reaction speed was faster. The moment the Lamborghini made a sharp turn, he had already stopped the car.
Daofeng seemed to know the identity of the owner of the car. He suddenly frowned, and then said to Zhong Hao in his unique cold voice: "Zhong Hao, that car belongs to Hua Shaoheng, and his family is also here.
This may be for you."
"Okay, I get it now."
Zhong Hao simply responded without being surprised.
Because when the Daniu overtook from behind, he had already seen Hua Shaoheng's handsome face through the rearview mirror and the Daniu's front windshield.
It's just that it's a little different from the Hua Shaoheng he saw in the hospital that day. Behind the glass, Hua Shaoheng's handsome face didn't have any arrogance, but instead looked a little cold and playful.
At this time, Zhong Hao remembered Ye Junyan's words, this Hua Shaoheng is definitely more than what he seems on the surface.
While Zhong Hao was thinking, Daniel's scissor doors opened like wings, and then, Hua Shaoheng, wearing a handsome suit, walked out of the car.
At the same time, the dandyism and arrogance that Zhong Hao had seen when he was in the hospital once again appeared on Hua Shaoheng's handsome face.
