At this time, Tang Zongyuan's mood could be described as a huge wave. Lin Yuan had never even seen Xu Qingfeng. He just took a look at Xu Qingfeng's picture scroll and actually judged that Xu Qingfeng was seriously ill?
Tang Zongyuan's memory was still fresh at this time. When he went to Xu's house to pick up the paintings, Xu Qingfeng was still happily teasing his little grandson, but how could he suddenly...
At this time, Tang Zongyuan looked at Lin Yuan as if he were looking at a monster, but at the age of twenty-three or four, he actually had such a method. Even some famous medical experts may not have such a method.
At this moment, Tang Zongyuan couldn't help but feel grateful for his vision. Yesterday, he saw that Lin Yuan was extraordinary, so he was willing to make friends with a pair of Tan Yilin's works. However, he was still hesitant at that time. Now it seems that his decision yesterday was simply It's a wise move.
Lin Yuan has such means, even if his reputation is not obvious at the moment, he will definitely have a bright future. Tang Zongyuan can even foresee that within ten years, Lin Yuan will definitely become a famous doctor, occupying a place in the domestic medical field, and his achievements will even exceed Beyond the current Gu Senquan.
"How could this happen?" Tang Zongyuan slowly came back to his senses, and his tone was a little disappointed: "Mr. Xu is one of the few famous traditional Chinese painting masters and great masters in the country. I didn't expect that..."
"Yes." Lin Yuan also nodded and said: "Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer famous national players like Mr. Xiang Xu in the country. The loss of one such big national player is a loss for the country."
Lin Yuan's sigh can be said to be completely uncontrollable. With economic development, reform and opening up, the national economy has indeed continued to improve, and people's living standards have also continued to rise. However, with the impact of Western culture, China's traditional culture has been greatly affected. The impact is huge, let alone stagnant, it has even begun to decline.
Chinese traditional culture, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, medicine, etc., are the treasures of the Chinese nation for thousands of years. However, there are very few people who really study these. Let alone calligraphy, let alone calligraphy. With the popularization of computers, some people have lost their keyboards and cannot even write many words, let alone Chinese paintings. Most of them have been replaced by foreign oil paintings. At the same time, with the rise of photography, Chinese paintings have begun to become invisible. People are interested in it. As for traditional Chinese medicine, its status is gradually declining. Currently, traditional Chinese medicine accounts for only a very small proportion in major hospitals across the country.
When he was in school, Lin Yuan read a survey. During the Republic of China, there were about 800,000 Chinese medicine practitioners in the country. However, in the early stages of development, the number had dropped sharply to 500,000. Currently, there are only 250,000 Chinese medicine practitioners in the workforce. Only a little over 10% of these 250,000 people prescribe medicine, which means that there are only about 30,000 Chinese medicine practitioners who actually use Chinese medicine ideas to treat diseases.
However, the statistics of Western medicine have been rising all the way. In the early days of the Republic of China, the number of Western medicine doctors was only more than 90,000, but now it has exceeded 3 million. This is such a rapid development.
From the early Republic of China to the present, China's population has grown from 400 million to the current 1.3 billion, but the number of people practicing traditional Chinese medicine has dropped sharply from the original 800,000 to the current 250,000. Among these 250,000, the real There are only 30,000 Chinese medicine practitioners, which is shocking.
Many people may not feel it, but when they actually see these data, they will realize to what extent traditional Chinese medicine has declined. In addition to traditional Chinese medicine, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting and other traditional Chinese medicine cultures, the same is true.
Tang Zongyuan slowly put away the scroll, appearing cautious. Xu Qingfeng was seriously ill and had esophageal cancer. If nothing unexpected happened, this painting would become Xu Qingfeng's last masterpiece, making it particularly precious.
After putting Xu Qingfeng's scroll away again, Tang Zongyuan took out another scroll and slowly unfolded it, but this time he didn't have the same interest as before, and he didn't introduce it too much.
Lin Yuan looked at the scroll for a while, and then put it away solemnly. Tan Yilin's works are still far behind Xu Qingfeng's, but Tan Yilin is still young, more than ten years younger than Xu Qingfeng, and there are still many differences.
room for progress.
"Dr. Lin, I won't see you off. Mr. Xu is seriously ill. I have to go and visit him no matter what." Tang Zongyuan said in a heavy tone as he walked Lin Yuan to the door.
"Well, of course." Lin Yuan nodded, but he did not say anything about going to treat Xu Qingfeng. Xu Qingfeng had late-stage esophageal cancer, which was almost difficult to cure. Lin Yuan was not arrogant enough to think that
You can cure all diseases by yourself.
Tang Zongyuan also did not ask Lin Yuan to go for treatment. He had the same idea as Lin Yuan. Xu Qingfeng's illness was not an ordinary disease. Lin Yuan's removal would not have much effect. The most important thing was that Lin Yuan was too young. It would not help if he removed it.
If you say it, maybe it will make people look down upon you.
After leaving Zhenbao Pavilion, Lin Yuan went to the Furniture Mall in Jiangzhong City and ordered a set of medical cabinets and furniture that must be used in the clinic. When he returned to his residence, the lights were already on.
The next day, Fang Xiaoya contacted Lin Yuan again, saying that the landlord had arrived and asked Lin Yuan to sign the contract.
The landlord is a middle-aged man in his forties named Liu Xiaofeng. He is a native of Jiangzhong, but he is currently doing business in Shenhai. Now almost all his family has moved to Shenhai City.
Liu Xiaofeng was a good talker and had the natural all-roundness of a businessman. When he saw Lin Yuan, he greeted Lin Yuan warmly: "I heard from Miss Fang that the person renting the shop was a doctor who wanted to open a medical clinic. I didn't expect such a young man to be there."
A doctor."
"I'm just a handyman, the boss is someone else." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"Haha, that's pretty good. It's not easy to be a doctor in a hospital right now. It's quite comfortable to open a clinic by myself." Liu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "And I'm not worried about renting a shop to you to open a medical clinic. It's not like other businesses.
There are many things to do.”
After signing the contract, Lin Yuan proposed to treat Liu Xiaofeng to a casual dinner, but Liu Xiaofeng declined: "Forget it this time, let's do it next time. If Mr. Lin comes to Shenhai in the future, remember to call me. Come back this time."
, I still have some things to be busy with."
"Okay, I will definitely bother you then." Lin Yuan smiled and nodded.
After Liu Xiaofeng left, Fang Xiaoya gave Lin Yuan the key to the store. Lin Yuan first went to the store to look around, and then contacted the decoration company to start decorating the clinic.
For several days, Lin Yuan was at the clinic giving instructions on how to decorate, and five or six days passed before he knew it.
That afternoon, Lin Yuan was chatting with several workers in the shop when he received a call from Tong Gensheng: "Dr. Lin, are you ready? Tomorrow is Mr. Qiao's birthday. We have to leave this afternoon, otherwise we won't be able to keep up with tomorrow."
birthday gift."
"I'm ready and waiting for Dean Tong to greet me at any time." Lin Yuan said with a smile. Qiao Runsheng was not from Jiangzhou, but from western Sichuan. It takes three hours to fly from Jiangzhou to western Sichuan. Lin Yuan knew that
We will leave one day early, so we have packed our things early.
"Okay, then I'll pick you up." Tong Gensheng said with a smile. Lin Yuan said the address, then hung up the phone and went back to his residence. By the time he got his things, Tong Gensheng was already downstairs.
When they arrived at the gate of the community, a black Volkswagen parked beside it, with the window rolled down, Tong Gensheng waved to Lin Yuan inside the car.
Lin Yuan came to the car and found that Tong Gensheng was alone and no one else. He opened the door and sat down directly in the passenger seat.
"I have already booked the flight. It will take off in fifty minutes. It should be around seven o'clock in the evening when we arrive in western Sichuan." Tong Gensheng said to Lin Yuan while starting the car.
There is an airport in Jiangzhong City. Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng arrived at the airport half an hour later and boarded the plane to western Sichuan. When they landed in western Sichuan, it was exactly 7:30 pm.
It can be seen that Tong Gensheng did not notify anyone when he came to western Sichuan this time. He came completely on his own to establish relations with the Qiao family. After leaving the airport, Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng stopped a car and arrived at Qiao Family.
Check in temporarily at a hotel near home.
"Lin Yuan?"
Lin Yuan and Tong Gensheng got off the car at the door of the hotel and walked slowly towards the hotel. As soon as they entered the hotel, a silver-white BMW stopped at the door of the hotel. The passenger seat of the BMW was about 24 years old.
The young man stared directly at Lin Yuan's retreating back, his eyes very complicated.
"What, Quan Ming, do you know those two people?" A young man in his mid-twenties in the driver's seat looked at the young man in the passenger seat and asked with a smile.
"I know you, why don't you know me? This guy embarrassed me a lot in school." The young man in the passenger seat was none other than Lin Yuan's classmate Zhao Quanming. Zhao Quanming snorted coldly, and then said to the young man in the driver's seat: "
Brother Jun, this western Sichuan is your territory, why should you help me vent my anger this time?"
"Who is that kid?" asked the young man in the driver's seat.
"No background, just from a rural county. I just took action because of bad feelings." Zhao Quanming said.
"It's just a poor boy. Don't worry. Leave it to me. I will definitely help you get out of this mood." The young man in the driver's seat nodded slightly, took out his cell phone as he spoke, found a number and dialed it.