Then, there was a sound of footsteps going upstairs.
It was Qin Fan who returned to the medical clinic from Hongsheng Group.
The moment he saw Qin Fan, Leng Shuangning's eyes flashed with rare tenderness.
"Hello, Mr. Qin!" Ozawa Oriji and Leng Shuangning both stood up.
Qin Fan was also surprised by the visit of Ozawa Oriji and Leng Shuangning.
He showed a gentle smile to Leng Shuangning and nodded slightly.
Then he asked: "Mr. Ozawa, you haven't returned to Hong Kong yet?"
"Haha, the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is led by Mr. Qin and was the first to clear out pneumonia patients, while the First People's Hospital was more than half a month late."
"I still have some things to deal with here. Now that I have time, I will stop by to visit you."
"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
He looked at the busy Han Peirong and felt a little embarrassed.
Ozawa Oriji smiled and pointed at the patients in line, very reasonable.
"Mr. Qin, you diagnose the patient first and don't worry about us."
This immediately made the people at the medical center have a great impression of him.
Qin Fan nodded, put on his white coat, and devoted himself to the intense diagnosis.
It took another hour before the number of patients in the hospital gradually decreased.
Qin Fan stood up and said, "Mr. Ozawa, Teacher Leng, please come and sit in my office."
"Thank you!" Ozawa Oriji bowed slightly.
Leng Shuangning just nodded and remained silent.
Qin Fan has always been strange, wondering why Teacher Leng Shuangning is masked.
However, he would not be so bored that he would use his eyes to pry around at will.
He thinks that it is other people's secrets, and respecting others also respects himself.
"Mr. Qin, thank you for teaching me the soul-reviving needle. This time, you saved many young patients in critical situations," Ozawa Oriji said.
Qin Fan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be too polite, it is used to treat diseases and save people, not a decoration in our hands."
"Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, and because everyone has a hand in it, many valuable experiences and secret recipes have been lost."
"Mr. Qin, I really admire your mind!"
Ozawa Oriji said this not as a compliment, but as a genuine sigh from the heart.
Qin Fan's words pointed out the common problems in the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine.
Western medicine has been rapidly popularized because it has systematic and standardized examination and treatment methods for any disease.
But traditional Chinese medicine relies on clinical experience and needs to diagnose and prescribe medicine according to different people's constitutions.
Even if it is the same cold, different people will need different medicines.
Therefore, traditional Chinese medicine cannot form a systematic and standardized treatment method at all.
Clinical experience is particularly valuable, and in the inheritance process, many famous Chinese medicine experts always like to keep something secret when teaching.
As a result, many valuable clinical experiences and secret recipes have been gradually lost over time.
Ozawa Oriji and Qin Fan were talking at the side.
Leng Shuangning did not sit down, but approached the bookcase against the wall, and her eyes fell on the two photo frames.
In one of the photo frames is an old photo of a family of three.
The softest place in her heart was gently touched.
Another photo frame is a photo of Qin Fan and Zhou Yulan, a sweet photo of the young couple.
Seeing Leng Shuangning looking at the photos on the bookcase with great interest.
Ozawa Oriji smiled and said: "Mr. Qin, that is your wife."
"Yes." Qin Fan smiled slightly.
"It's very sweet and happy. So this group photo should be a photo of you when you were a child?"
"Yes, those are my father and mother." Qin Fan said.
No one noticed, Leng Shuangning, who had his back to them, gently closed his eyes.
It seemed like she was trying her best to control her emotions.
"I really envy you and my mother. I haven't seen my mother since I was a child."
"However, my teacher treats me like a mother."
Ozawa Oriji couldn't help but have a hint of pride and respect in his tone when he talked about Leng Shuangning.
When Qin Fan heard this, he couldn't help but look at Leng Shuangning's back a few more times.
He suddenly thought of his mother wearing a golden mask, with the same thin back.
Unknowingly, he overlapped the two back figures, but for an instant he burst into laughter in his heart.
One likes to wear a mask, the other likes to cover his face, they both seem quite mysterious.
If it weren't for the different names and different identities, we would really think of each other.
"Mr. Qin, I would like to ask you a few questions about medicine, is that okay?"
At this time, Ozawa Oriji's request interrupted Qin Fan's random thoughts.
"Don't hesitate to ask for advice. Japanese Kampo medicine and Chinese medicine have similarities. We can discuss it." Qin Fan smiled.
Ozawa Oriji is very happy.
Although he is very young, he is proficient in Kampo medicine and familiar with Western medicine.
Kampo medicine in Japan itself was born out of traditional Chinese medicine and can be regarded as a branch of traditional Chinese medicine.
The two had a lot in common, and Qin Fan was also quite interested, so the two discussed it in the office.
Leng Shuangning on the side looked a little dazed, her eyes full of love and gentleness.
At this time, Han Ling's voice came from outside.
"Sister Yulan, did you get off work so early today?"
"Ling'er, where is Qin Fan?" Zhou Yulan asked.
"Brother-in-law has a guest, he seems to be Japanese, in the office." Han Ling lowered his voice.
"oh…"
"Yulan, you're here." Qin Fan heard the voice and opened the office.
"Well, you have guests, I'll wait for you outside." Zhou Yulan said.
"Hello, Mrs. Qin." Ozawa Oriji took the initiative to say hello.
"Hello!" Zhou Yulan nodded politely and said hello.
"Mr. Qin, discussing with you has really enlightened me and I have benefited a lot."
"It's rare for the teacher and I to come to the sea, so I prepared some wine for the evening."
"Please enjoy the honor with your wife and family, please don't refuse."
Ozawa Oriji bowed slightly humbly.
Zhou Yulan seems to be very unaccustomed to Japanese etiquette.
Qin Fan did not refuse and readily agreed.
Ozawa Oriji is very smart and a real Chinese expert.
When he heard Han Ling call him brother-in-law, he immediately knew that the relationship was very unusual, so he even invited his family with him.
He knew that as a Japanese, it would be difficult for him to integrate into the Chinese circle.
However, it does not prevent it from leaving everyone with a different feeling.
People are like this, first impression is very important.
From the beginning to now, he has left a very good impression, but he has not deliberately dressed himself up.
This is mainly due to the teachings of teacher Leng Shuangning since childhood.
When Leng Shuangning saw Zhou Yulan, a trace of unnoticeable happiness flashed in her eyes.
She had a very cold temperament, but she rarely nodded to Zhou Yulan, her eyes smiling like crescents, conveying goodwill.
After Qin Fan's introduction, she also knew that Leng Shuangning was Ozawa Oriji's teacher.
Authentic Chinese people.
The banquet will be held at Linhai Hotel.
Han Peirong and Han Ling both declined Ozawa's invitation and returned to Dongshan Villa.
There were only two young couples, Ozawa Oriji, Leng Shuangning and Qin Fan.
At the wine table, Ozawa Oriji and Qin Fan continued to discuss some interesting things in medicine.
Leng Shuangning, who had never spoken before, seemed very happy after Zhou Yulan came over.
Her eyes never left Qin Fan and Xiao Ze who were talking, and sometimes she also looked at Zhou Yulan, who was quieter.
"Teacher Leng, you are from China, where is your hometown?" Zhou Yulan asked.
Leng Shuangning said with a smile in her eyes, "Beijing."
"I went to Japan very early and have been working as a Chinese teacher for Zhi Er."
When Qin Fan heard Leng Shuangning's voice, he couldn't help but compare her voice with that of his mother.
In the Pagan woods, the words left by Fang Jie were very ethereal, as if they were floating from the air.
But now Leng Shuangning's voice is very real.
"What's wrong with me? They are clearly two people, but they are used for comparison." He thought to himself.
I can't help but feel funny at this absurd comparison.
"No wonder Mr. Ozawa speaks Chinese so well." Zhou Yulan said.
Hearing Zhou Yulan's words, Ozawa Oriji smiled.
"Mrs. Qin, you don't know something. The education my teacher gave me since I was a child is the Chinese education."
"At that time, I was almost divided into two parts. I had to receive Japanese cultural education in school, and I had to receive Chinese cultural education when I returned home."
Several people laughed. You can imagine how miserable it is for a child to have to be taught a spoon-fed education since childhood.
Ozawa Oriji continued: "I thought it was very hard before, but now I think about it, the teacher gave me the best education."
"Chinese culture is really broad and profound. Later, I asked to go to Hong Kong to study and live there."
Hearing Ozawa Oriji's narration, Leng Shuangning's eyes filled with memories.
"Yulan, is it okay if I call you this?" Leng Shuangning asked Zhou Yulan.
"Of course, you are the elder." Zhou Yulan smiled.
There was a smile in Leng Shuangning's eyes, and she suddenly thought of something.
Take off a bracelet from your wrist. The bracelet is completely emerald green with only a hint of yellow.
At first glance, it looks like it is worth a lot of money.