Hu Zongren asked me quietly, didn’t Mr. Situ say that these Yin Zao must be raised by virgins? I said yes, what’s wrong? He said that the doctor also said that the person who supplied him was a man in his forties.
Woman, what does this mean? I thought about it and said, a virgin in her forties...? Hu Zongren shook his head and said, what kind of cases does this bullshit Master Yao find for me? In his words, he was full of emotions.
It's unpleasant.
The doctor stood up, found a bag, and planned to put all the jujubes in the drawer. I stopped him and said, don't worry, let me check first. So I spread out the jujubes and put them on the ground, and used the compass one by one.
After inspection, luckily, among the twenty or so yin dates in the pile, only a few had the same supernatural reaction as the one we brought. Moreover, the magnitude and pattern of the reaction looked like on the compass.
The same, which means that the origin of these dates is the same. So I only put the responding ones together with the one we brought before, and put them into a plastic bag. I asked the doctor when he was going to leave, and he said you
Don't worry, wait until I prescribe the prescription for today's patient and leave.
So Hu Zongren and I waited in his office. After about ten minutes, the doctor finished. After he took the small drawer and led us out of the office, he said to the older guy who just talked to us.
, we have to leave for a while and remember to lock the door. From now on, if anyone comes to buy Yin Zao, they will say that it is out of stock. The remaining Yin Zao here have been checked by these two little brothers and it is fine, but for the time being.
Don't sell it. We can't harm anyone else until we figure out the problem with the item. The guy accepted the drawer and agreed to the doctor, so we went out.
My car was parked in front of the pharmacy and I took the doctor's car there, which saved me a lot of time asking for directions. The doctor told me on the way that his study of medicine was inherited from his ancestors and did not go through the school system.
He studied medicine, and his medical license was obtained in an assessment for folk medicine practitioners organized by the country many years ago. He told us that in his father’s generation, although there was no such thing as a medical license,
Doctors at that time were much more honest. They often only charged a little travel fee and so on to treat patients. They were considered well-known doctors in the local area. Sometimes the patient's family was poor and had no money to give, so he would give a few eggs or ask his father to give him a treat.
Eating a meal at home can be regarded as payment. His father has always instilled in him the concept that doctors should not only heal others, but also heal themselves. The so-called healing yourself means not to be praised or praised.
Money buys your own heart. The doctor said, hang the pot to help the world. This idiom has been passed down for thousands of years. It is specifically about doctors who are poor and help the world.
What the doctor said in the car made me admire me very much, and then I asked him, why do you make such a niche thing as Yin Zao? The doctor said, I have been operating this pharmacy for decades.
Well, many people have died after being cured by my hands. The so-called cure can only treat the part that I can see, that is, the superficial part. Nowadays, big hospitals have become enterprise-sized, and pharmacies are also one after another.
With each prescription being opened, Chinese medicine decoctions are gradually being replaced by those pills. Although many of those pills are made of traditional Chinese medicine, many people no longer accept the method of boiling the medicine to save trouble, so the business is indeed
It was getting worse every year. I had a shop to rent, a family and children to raise, and the income of the guys had to be guaranteed, so I started making Yin Zao. Yin Zao has less ingredients, but the profit is high, although it sounds disgusting.
It belongs to people, but the stuff is indeed good stuff and relatively rare. The doctor paused and said, the people who supplied me with Yin Zao were also regular customers when my father opened the shop in the early years, so the stuff they sent
I can rest assured that we cannot be unscrupulous in doing business. If there is something wrong with these dates, if I ignore it, there is really nothing I can do about it, and even the ancestors will not forgive me.
He mentioned the Patriarch, which should be the clay statue of Hua Tuo seen in the office. Traditional Chinese medicine worships many gods, some worship Guanyin, some worship Bian Que, and some worship Zhang Zhongjing, but most of Zhang Zhongjing is a successor of Taoist medicine.
I pray a lot. There is a saying in the circle of Chinese medicine that people with evil intentions cannot learn medicine well. Therefore, the inheritors of traditional Chinese medicine must be like the doctor in front of me. Even if they are kidnapped by the current situation,
But he is also a doctor who has a bottom line in his heart and a righteous life.
As he was talking, he arrived in front of a short house. The style of the house was very much like that of the 1990s. There was no elevator and the floors were not high. The corridors were full of small advertisements for unlocking and obtaining certificates. When he reached the third floor, the doctor
He slapped a fence-style iron gate. Inside the iron gate was a wooden door painted yellow. The doctor said that the yinzao in question belonged to this family here. Hu Zongren and I stood behind him, thinking about this in our hearts.
What does a forty-year-old spinster look like? When I opened the door, I saw a woman with a little hunchback, a sad face, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a lot of white hair. Her hair was not long, and she had a haircut.
The hair was held down with a hoop, which looked very similar to Cai Ming's style in "The Idle Man, Sister Ma". Hu Zongren and I looked at each other silently, and we were simply unwilling to accept this fact. When the doctor saw this woman, he said to her directly,
Sister, I have something to ask you. There was something wrong with the dates you gave me recently.
The doctor should be older than this woman, but this woman looked much older than her actual age, so the doctor still called her eldest sister. After entering the room, the doctor directly introduced me and Hu Zongren, saying that we were the ones who discovered the problem this time
, then I roughly told what happened to Mr. Zhang and Sister Zhou’s family. After listening, the woman showed a look of fear in her eyes, then sighed, waved to us, and led us to one of the
In a room. The bed in this room was covered with newspapers, and there was some dust on the table. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time, but judging from some posters of comic characters and celebrities on the wall, it should be
It was a girl's room, and when I scanned the room, I discovered that at the end of the table, there was a small vase with some fake flowers in it. Behind the flowers was a portrait of a deceased man covered with black silk cloth.
The portrait showed a silly-looking girl, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. Then Hu Zongren and I realized that the girl in the portrait was the one who made these yin dates. But
Since his daughter is making Yin dates, and the doctor bought the batch of Yin dates from this woman, does it mean that this woman instructed her daughter to make it?
The woman walked up to the portrait, lit some incense, bowed and bowed, then clasped her hands together and murmured in an apologetic tone with a sad face, "My good daughter, just go and go. Why is it still lingering on you now?"
, please do well, stop making trouble, and go wherever you need to go... Her words made Hu Zongren and I feel that something was wrong. Our daughter is dead, so don't worry about how she died.
He said such words during worship, as if his daughter was a burden. Hu Zongren couldn't bear it first. After the woman put the incense, he asked her, so you asked your daughter to be a yin jujube.
Come to sell?
The woman looked at Hu Zongren and nodded, saying that you have also seen the conditions of our family. We are so poor, the man died early, and the eldest daughter got married and no longer cares about her mother. I have no source of income. I don’t have to rely on myself every month.
With my daughter selling some jujubes and me doing odd jobs, how can I support this family? I observed it when I entered the house. The family looked quite poor, but that cannot be a reason to use my daughter's body to make money.
Hu Zongren said, you are a woman yourself, what kind of mother are you to let such a young child do such a thing? He was a little excited when he said it, maybe because the girl was dead, even though he and Hu Zongren were not the same at all.
I don’t know who this girl is. When the woman saw that Hu Zongren was angry, she also became aggressive. She raised her chin, put her hands on her hips, and said to Hu Zongren aggressively, who are you? Come to our house.
What does it have to do with you to point fingers at my family's affairs? I couldn't bear it anymore and said to the woman, "Sister, please don't be so cruel. If our employer hadn't been possessed this time after eating your daughter's vaginal jujube,
We are too lazy to take care of these dirty things in your family! Do you know that your daughter is dead, but her soul is still there, and she has been possessed by others, making it impossible for the whole family to live a normal life?
We could have ignored so much and just knocked out the ghost of your daughter. It was because we didn’t understand the situation that we came to your house to ask you and find out what other wishes your daughter had. It’s better for you. You’re like this
Are you still reasonable about your daughter?
It seemed that the woman often quarreled with others and liked people who acted violently. As expected, when I said this, she started to approach me aggressively again, cursing in her mouth and pointing at my nose and saying,
How about it? I just like this. I have the final say over my own daughter. I give birth to her and raise her. Doesn’t it cost money? Will she grow up without money? What’s wrong with being a daughter and helping her mother share some of the burden at home?
Do you know that she also has a share in this family? You outsiders may have made a mistake and came to my territory to point fingers. Who are you? You have to take care of my family's affairs.
I also got angry all of a sudden and said loudly, your daughter’s ghost is still lingering. Fortunately, she met us. She might have broken up immediately when she met others. Why don’t you, a mother, make sense at all? You are
Are you your mother? The woman suddenly became irritable and said, "The soul is gone, the soul is gone! Even the dead people are dead, why are you afraid of the soul being dispersed? If you have the ability, just arrest me and take me to the police station! I just can't listen to you today!"
Yi Ming, in Sichuan dialect, probably means submission or submission. Neither Hu Zongren nor I have good tempers. We really have nothing to say when facing this shrew. In the past, we were used to using violence to solve problems in emergencies.
, but it’s true that you can’t do anything to this menopausal and unreasonable middle-aged woman. What they said is right. It is indeed her own business. What position do we outsiders have to intervene.
The doctor also came to persuade us, saying that you two should calm down and wait until the problem is resolved. If you are so aggressive when you first come up, the eldest sister will definitely not cooperate with you! He said it so true that I almost almost
I was moved. At this time, the woman suddenly groaned and fell on the bed. I saw Hu Zongren pressing her neck behind her back with one hand, and grabbing the woman's two hands behind her back with his other hand.
, Hu Zongren’s left foot was on the ground, and his right knee was on the woman’s waist, pressing her firmly on the bed. Hu Zongren said to me, why are you talking so much to her? It’s a waste of saliva.
Quickly take away these things like the spiritual tablet.
So I walked to the table and put away everything on the table. When I picked up the girl's photo, I said to the girl in my heart, sister, there is no other way, we have to do this.