The entire calligraphy is written horizontally and is about two meters long.
This was Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty drinking wine with Pei Di. Lu Zhiwen often observed his grandfather's calligraphy, and he could recognize it.
"Drinking wine and showing mercy to each other, relationships turn upside down like waves. Prime Minister Bai is still pressing his sword when he knows it, and the wise men of the rich family are laughing and flicking their crowns."
"The color of the grass has been dampened by the drizzle, and the branches of flowers are about to stir in the cold spring wind. What's the point of asking about the floating clouds in the world? It's better to lie down high and have a meal."
This poem has a kind of exhortation meaning.
Jiang Shiwen's expression changed slightly.
"Grandpa, the poem you chose is too sentimental." Lu Zhiwen joked.
"Oh~ hahaha."
Jiang Cheng laughed heartily and seemed very happy.
He dipped it in ink again, left his signature, date, and date, and stamped his personal seal.
"Come here, grandpa will give it to you."
Lu Zhiwen happily took over the calligraphy work. Jiang Cheng not only has superb medical skills, but his calligraphy is also one of the best in the capital.
Many people have tried their best to obtain calligraphy treasures, but they have not been able to do so.
"Thank you, grandpa."
Everything seemed natural and nothing unusual, even this calligraphy was written casually.
If Jiang Cheng knew Lu Zhiwen would come and wrote this calligraphy as a gift to the younger generation, then there would be a problem.
The key is that coming to visit the mansion is also a last-minute initiative.
Jiang Shiwen observed his father, and Jiang Cheng's face could only be described as Gujing Wubo.
On the same day, Linhai Jishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Early in the morning, several patients came.
It was a couple and a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. They were waiting in front of the hospital very early.
This family came from Hong Kong. The boy's father was named Hu Yang, and he was a Hong Kong newspaper reporter.
The woman's name is Liu Lan, a private teacher in Hong Kong.
This boy is their child, named Hu Xing.
Last year, Xiao Huxing, who was in junior high school, was diagnosed with diffuse glial astrocytoma of the fourth ventricle by Hong Kong Metropolitan Hospital due to frequent headaches.
After the diagnosis, surgical treatment was performed immediately, and postoperative radiotherapy was performed to prevent recurrence.
But after various treatments, the situation did not improve.
Not only did Xiao Huxing's headache become more severe, but his hands were trembling, his mouth was crooked, and his eyes were squinting.
What's more serious is that less than a month after the operation, another tumor appeared on the back of his brain.
If another operation is performed, the success rate is very slim, and the hospital has no better way to treat it.
I just advised them to take conservative treatment and take some analgesics to let Xiao Huxing spend his last days.
Facing young children, Hu Yang and Liu Lan could not give up as easily as doctors did.
In order to save Xiao Huxing's life, they both resigned, sold all their belongings, and searched for famous doctors along the way.
By chance, I saw the opening report of Jishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic at that time, and I came here because of its reputation.
Populus euphratica and Liu Lan are young and have a little gray hair on their temples.
They held a thick stack of medical records and diagnostic certificates in their hands.
Finally, the rolling shutter door of Jishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic made a "click, click, click" sound.
The attendant opened the door of the hospital.
Hu Yang stood up quickly and said, "Brother, how long does it take for the masters to go to work?"
The attendant yawned and said expressionlessly: "Nine o'clock."
Just ignore them.
"Brother, can you have a sip of boiled water? Let's give the child a drink."
"Oh, there's one over there, just go by yourself."
But when Populus euphratica walked in, there was no boiling water, only cold pure water.
He fumbled to turn on the power, then helped little Hu Xing in outside the door, and sat in the hospital waiting.
Finally, cars started arriving outside the door.
It was Wang Mingliang, Han Zhi and Wei Hongbin from Western medicine who arrived one after another.
"Hey, there is a patient so early." Han Zhi muttered.
It was only early 8 o'clock in the morning.
The three of them entered the hospital without questioning the poor family.
Instead, he made tea first and then went to the bathroom. After everything was done, Wang Mingliang asked Hu Yang and Liu Lan.
"Are you here for medical treatment?"
"Yes, I want to talk to the masters about this child's problem."
Wang Mingliang has been a doctor for many years, and he could tell from the characteristics of Xiao Hu Xing that it was not an ordinary disease.
"Let me take a look at his medical records and films."
Hu Yang saw that Wang Mingliang was also a doctor, so he gave Wang Mingliang the medical records and X-ray films in his hand.
He carefully browsed the medical records and looked at the films.
This is a case of recurrence of brain tumor after surgery.
"Doctor, do you think there is still hope for the child?" Hu Yang asked.
This may be what every parent hopes for in despair.
"I am a Western medicine doctor. From the perspective of Western medicine, there is almost no cure."
Wang Mingliang answered affirmatively.
Although Hu Yang and Liu Lan have heard this result many times, they still feel heartbreaking pain.
At this time, Wei Hongbin also picked up the medical records and films and looked at them for a while.
His specialty was brain surgery, and he also saw at a glance that no hospital could perform this kind of surgery.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzheng and Qu Wenxuan walked in.
"Masters and Master Qu are here." Wei Hongbin introduced.
"Masters, please take a look at our child." Hu Yang stood up and said anxiously.
"Oh, sit down first."
Zhu Yuanzheng and Qu Wenxuan continued to repeat Wang Mingliang's actions until they were done, then they sat down in their seats.
"Are you treating your child?"
"Well, please, masters, please save this child."
Zhu Yuanzheng nodded slightly, then looked at the medical records and films.
He felt Xiao Hu Xing's pulse again, and suddenly his eyebrows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape.
He called Qu Wenxuan to check again, with the same expression.
The two looked at each other, and Zhu Yuanzheng said: "To be honest, this child's condition is already very serious."
"We can understand your feelings. We all want our children to survive healthily, but this kind of recurrence of symptoms after surgery."
"us…"
He didn't have the courage to continue.
It's not that he doesn't want to be treated, it's that the treatment isn't good at all and the best he can do is prolong it a little longer.
His words were cruel, but the facts are the facts.
For brain tumors, a worldwide problem, Western medicine focuses on one-size-fits-all treatment, removing the damaged parts and then killing the tumor cells that can continue to grow.
There are many sequelae. Once it relapses, it will be a death sentence.
Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on strengthening the body and eliminating evil. However, traditional Chinese medicine does not have a systematic treatment method, and there are very few successful cases.
It is also necessary to prescribe the right medicine according to each person's constitution and the cause of the disease.
When Liu Lan heard this, she couldn't help but cry.
After months of searching for famous doctors, to be honest, they themselves were on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, Wang Mingliang's active mind moved.
He thought this was a perfect opportunity to cause trouble for Bian Que Medical Clinic.
"Don't be discouraged. You can go to Bian Que Medical Clinic opposite and give it a try."
"Mr. Qin opposite has had cerebral artery surgery. Maybe he has a way."
"Yes, Mr. Qin has a reputation as a little miracle doctor, and that reputation is not false." Wei Hongbin also intervened in time.
"Come on, I'll take you there." Han Zhi smiled.
The three of them sang in unison and pushed the poor family to Bian Que Medical Center in a tacit understanding.
When Hu Yang heard this, his eyes lit up.
He has read some domestic reports. The most famous one in Linhai is Qin Fan and Bian Que Medical Clinic.
Wang Mingliang, Wei Hongbin, and Han Zhi supported Xiao Hu Xing and led Hu Yang and his wife to Bian Que Medical Center.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuanzheng and Qu Wenxuan both shook their heads silently.
Not just sighing for the poor child.
He even shook his head at Wang Mingliang and the other three's blaming behavior. It was fine if he couldn't be cured, but there was no need to put Bian Que Medical Clinic on the fire.
It's just that they were here under orders and did not interfere with the behavior of Wang Mingliang and the others.
But they were also curious, wondering how Qin Fan would respond? In Bian Que Medical Clinic.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin!" I heard Zhang Xiaowen's voice downstairs.
Qin Fan quickly went downstairs.
"Mr. Qin, there are patients who come here because of their reputation."
"Their family came from Hong Kong. Don't let them down."
Wang Mingliang smiled softly, but his smile was also meaningful.
Bian Que Medical Clinic never turned away patients, but he wanted to see if Qin Fan would break this rule when faced with such a difficult patient.
Qin Fan frowned slightly, knowing that this guy was going to cause trouble again.
"Mr. Qin, this child is pitiful. You have to save him. We have no choice, so we sent him here."
"You are a famous little miracle doctor in Linhai, so you can't be turned away."
Wei Hongbin and Han Zhi also crowded around Qin Fan.
Everyone can see that these three people obviously have good intentions, but in fact they have evil intentions.
Hu Yang and Liu Lan were neither stupid. They were just eager to seek medical treatment, but unknowingly they were blamed by the other party and became their pawns.
"Mr. Qin, I'm sorry..." Liu Lan said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you do. If they can't cure it, it doesn't mean that Bian Que Medical Center can't cure it."
Qin Fan smiled, his tone full of pride and contempt.
"Oh~ So, Mr. Qin is confident that he can cure this child?"
Wang Mingliang said loudly.
His voice is very loud, lest not many people know about it.