Jiang Yu sighed: "It's a pity that we all realized it too late. We have always clung to the things of our ancestors and refused to absorb the essence of other medicines and embrace all rivers. Now...it's really ridiculous. We boast that we are the three sages of Chinese medicine.
, but in fact, there is not even a book that summarizes the experience, let alone a disciple who can catch up with us or even surpass us. In this regard, we are not as good as Park Changming."
Song Yuhe stopped talking. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew very well that although what Park Changming did was a bastard, he did do more for his country and his people than Song Yuhe. 2.
Compared with other people, Song Yuhe is indeed inferior to him.
As the two of them talked about this, the atmosphere became extremely gloomy. There were no classics left, and they could no longer accept disciples to teach medical skills. This meant that their top-notch Chinese medicine skills would be cut off!
Having never experienced this before, they never thought about the importance of this matter. Now that it has happened, they understand how important their actions are to themselves, the industry, and even the nation and the country.
madness!
But it was useless to say anything. The two were silent for a while. Jiang Yu said: "The other guy also lost. Now, we are completely wiped out... Brother Song, if, if it really comes to that point, I am ready to give up everything."
Honor and shame, don’t give up on this shame, at all costs, we must pass on the medical skills.”
Hearing this, Song Yuhe was startled. What is most important to people like them? Of course it is reputation! This reputation is not only related to themselves, but also to the fate of their family.
If a doctor can't even guarantee his integrity, how can he talk about medical skills? This is simply throwing himself into the abyss of eternal damnation! However, this seems to be the only way to break the situation. But the price is equally huge. The medical skills of traditional Chinese medicine have been saved, but they have been destroyed.
The character of Chinese medicine practitioners. If the Three Holy Hands do not keep their promises, what about the others?
They even made a bad start and ruined the values of the entire Chinese medicine industry!
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe's forehead was covered in cold sweat. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Park Changming had made a smart move. No matter what they did, Chinese medicine would pay a huge price. This price cannot be seen now, but it will have an impact in the future.
That would be too great. Traditional Chinese medicine cannot afford this loss!
Song Yuhe expressed his worries, and Jiang Yu asked: "They are all poisons, we can only choose the relatively non-toxic one to eat. It takes one day to delay, what if someone can break the situation in the future?"
"What if, in the future?" Speaking of this, Song Yuhe suddenly thought of the mysterious monk on the mountain! Ever since he came back, Song Yuhe's heart has not been calm. When he thinks of Fang Zheng, he feels like he is getting hairy. But now
Thinking about it carefully, apart from being a little miraculous, Fang Zheng didn't seem to have done anything to harm him.
So, what if this magical monk has a solution?
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe immediately told the story of his encounter with Fang Zheng, which he had concealed before. Now after the tray came out, Jiang Yu's eyes widened when he heard it, and asked: "Are you okay?
?You also believe in that kind of mountain monk?"
"I don't want to believe it either, but do we have any other options?" Song Yuhe asked bitterly.
Jiang Yu shook his head and said: "I have already understood the Fang Zheng you are talking about. He is indeed a legendary monk. But how old is he? It is already very difficult for him to be proficient in Buddhism. He is also proficient in bamboo carving. That is already a perversion.
He has become a monster! Now, you tell me that he still has medical skills, and may even be a master of medical skills hidden among the people... To be honest, it's not that I don't believe it. But, is this possible? If it is possible, then it is simply not possible.
It’s a monster, it’s a monster!”
Song Yuhe is not Jiang Yu. After Jiang Yu watched the live broadcast, he didn't rush up the mountain. Instead, he came to Heishan City to find friends to inquire about Fang Zheng. So Song Yuhe really didn't know what Jiang Yu said. Now when he heard it,
Song Yuhe was also a little confused. Is it possible that a young monk under the age of twenty is proficient in three skills, and all of them have reached the top level? Even monsters from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, can't do it, right? This is indeed a monster.
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But aren’t the so-called monsters just untrustworthy?
Jiang Yu continued: "Compared to him, I would rather talk to some other famous Chinese medicine doctors. We can't let them follow in our footsteps!"
Song Yuhe nodded slightly and said: "That's fine, we have already made a mistake, and we cannot let others follow suit."
"What about you?" Jiang Yu asked.
Song Yuhe looked at the ceiling in confusion. He wanted to find a place to hide for the rest of his life. But for some reason, at that moment, he thought of Fang Zheng pointing to the mountain. He thought of the ugly beggar, and thought of Fang Zheng.
How did he do it when he suddenly appeared? Why did he test him like this? What was his purpose?
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe gritted his teeth: Since I can't do anything, I might as well take a gamble. What if he can really do it? I'll listen to it myself in three days!
So Song Yuhe said: "I want to stay and be quiet."
Jiang Yu nodded and asked no more questions.
The two talked about other things.
That night, Fang Zheng received a letter.
Fang Zheng looked at the letter in his hand and was a little dumbfounded. He had never received a letter before when he was so old! This thing was like a legendary antique! Fang Zheng once thought that letters had disappeared.
When he opened it, Fang Zheng was stunned. It was full of information about Park Changming, as well as information about Park Changming's consecutive defeats at the Three Masters of Chinese Traditional Medicine. However, the content was not detailed. There was no content about the competition, only the victory and defeat.
, and the impact of victory or defeat.
But what’s really eye-catching is the color of the words! They are all made of red ink, just like blood writing, giving people a strong visual impact at a glance!
Although he did not see the person who wrote these materials, Fang Zheng could feel the anger, self-blame, sadness and pleading in the writer's heart!
"Master, who gave this to you?" Hong Haier came over and asked curiously.
Fang Zheng shook his head. He didn't know who sent it. However, he could guess the identity of the other party, but he was not sure. But this is not important anymore.
Fang Zheng collected the letter and put it aside.
Honghaier asked curiously: "Master, Chinese medicine is going to be finished, don't you care?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Although Park Changming is smart, he is not following the right path after all, but the evil path."
"Uh, so what?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng said: "The poor monk is a monk."
"Master, can you be more direct? It makes me dizzy." Hong Hai'er said with a bitter smile.
Fang Zheng stood up slowly, pushed open the door of the temple, put his hands behind his back, looked at the mountains in the distance, raised his head slightly, smiled calmly and said: "Conquering demons is a monk's job."
Ps: Phew, I changed it again and again, and finally it’s completed. Starting the day after tomorrow, the update time will be stable. I’ll go home tomorrow.