Since you can't count on others, then count on yourself...
Sure enough, in the afternoon, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine who participated in the war in China were chopped to the ground by Pu Changming's master and apprentice. However, Pu Mingdai did not play much in the afternoon game. Obviously, with his medical skills, he could no longer compete with the Chinese elites.
This made Park Mingdai a little disappointed, but when he saw Park Changming sweeping away, he still raised his head proudly, like a arrogant big rooster.
After one day, China was filled with gloom and sorrow.
On the contrary, there was a round of applause from South Korea.
Even TV stations in some countries have begun to cheer for South Korea.
The state cannot intervene in this kind of medical competition organized by private organizations. It can only stare at it, but there is nothing it can do. In this way, people all over the world seem to have seen the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, and look at China with a special look.
Ancient civilization has regrets, sighs, sympathy, regret, and of course gloating.
This day is called a black day by people who study traditional Chinese medicine in China. A black day with no hope at all!
But there are always exceptions to everything. When others are crying, some people are laughing.
"Song Yuhe! That's enough! You've been laughing since you came here. What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yu was so angry that she almost smashed the teacup in her hand at Song Yuhe's face.
Song Yuhe looked at the news about the defeat of traditional Chinese medicine reported on the news broadcast in front of him, and continued to laugh: "Of course he is a ridiculous person."
"What do you mean? Do you think we are ridiculous?" Jiang Yu's eyes almost burst into flames.
Song Yuhe said calmly: "Jiang Yu, in three days, you go to a place with me and you will understand."
"Song Yuhe, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" Jiang Yu asked in confusion.
Song Yuhe smiled but did not answer.
Jiang Yu frowned and said: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, three days? In three days, I am afraid that all the Chinese medicine practitioners in China who can use it will seal their needles and go away. By then, Chinese medicine will have completely withered." At this point,
Jiang Yu sighed, her brows filled with sorrow.
Song Yuhe smiled and said: "Don't worry, Chinese medicine will not fail. In fact, Chinese medicine will take off."
Jiang Yu looked at Song Yuhe suspiciously, thinking: Is this guy crazy?
Song Yuhe shook his head and said nothing, but stood up and said: "I will visit those defeated guys in the next few days. In three days, I will take you to a place. After going there, you will naturally understand what I mean. As for now?
, I’m going to have a drink and have a good rest. By the way, you’d better not count on those old guys, they don’t have any aggressive genes in their bones.”
Jiang Yu was stunned, and then laughed bitterly. Of course she knew who the old guy Song Yuhe was talking about was a group of old Chinese doctors who were eighty, ninety or even a hundred years old. These people were scholarly, but they had a cold temperament.
They have looked down upon the glory and wealth of the world, and wander around like idle clouds and wild cranes every day. Their job is to cultivate flowers and grass, treat diseases and save people. These people do not pursue fame and wealth, but have their own way of inheritance, as if they are wandering outside the world.
In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe and Wang Yukun, another three masters of traditional Chinese medicine, are all disciples of the same master. But they can't find their own master...
Shaking her head, Jiang Yu wanted to say that Song Yuhe was crazy, but she still had some hope in her heart. No matter how big this hope was, at least it was still hope, which was better than despair.
In the following time, Song Yuhe visited the doctors who lost to Pu Changming and Pu Mingdai one by one. As expected, when Song Yuhe said it, these people were a little curious. Coupled with Song Yuhe's own reputation, these people decided to
, follow Song Yuhe to see what that hope is!
The next three days were a catastrophic day for Chinese traditional medicine doctors. Groups of traditional Chinese medicine doctors came to kill him, but they all came back in disastrous defeat.
The Chinese audience, who were originally excited and shouting "come on", began to fall silent. Some people were crying, some were drinking, and some were cursing. For a time, the streets and alleys were filled with an inexplicable depression.
! This is a hundred times more depressing than the depressing atmosphere when we lost the World Cup! It's like there is a knife hanging over everyone's head, as if the knife will fall at any time, and then... this nation will be missing a part.
On this day, the hotel's business was particularly good, but no matter how crowded the hotel was, there were not many people talking.
Even the crazy bar seemed a bit dull, with many people there not talking or laughing, just drinking!
If someone looks carefully, at this moment, whether they are officials or ordinary people; whether they are Chinese medicine or Western medicine; whether they are white-collar workers or blue-collar workers; whether they are bosses or workers; whether they are educated or uneducated;
Are you running a bar or working as a thug...
On this day, everyone's eyes are shining with a light, an angry light, a light that is about to erupt as a volcano in the suppressed heart! A light that is filled with despair and despair, and that is filled with endless sorrow!
Some people are crying, and some people are silent.
But something seems to be rising quietly...
On the same day, many people in South Korea were cheering. They poured into the streets and shouted Park Chang-myung's name, as if he were a great hero. However, there were also a group of people who scolded them, saying that they were the victory of thieves and the decline of world morality.
.South Korea is also in chaos...
However, Pu Changming ignored these and looked at the mountains in the distance with extremely distant eyes. Pu Mingdai on the side still looked confused and confused. Everyone who came to challenge had lost. They had won the final victory.
Victory, why is Park Chang-myung never happy?
"Master..." Pu Mingdai asked.
Park Changming shook his head and interrupted him: "You are here to look at the mountains."
After saying that, Park Changming left again.
Pu Mingdai looked confused and looked at the mountain again?
Three days passed. Three days later, Park Changming and Park Mingdai took a car sent by the Korean Embassy to the airport under countless angry eyes. They had no choice but to refuse to take any car they could find if they saw it was Korean.
, it’s useless for anyone to intercede. Even after the game, when the government personnel evacuated, they had to rely on the embassy to send them food. Because they couldn’t buy food at all, and they couldn’t buy food no matter how much they spent!
He even doubted whether he would starve to death if he stayed here for a few more days. So Park Changming and others ran to the airport in embarrassment, preparing to return home.
I don't know if he was running too fast, but Pu Mingdai suddenly let out an oops and squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to move.
Pu Changming frowned. After studying medicine for so many years, he knew very well. A Chinese medicine doctor can be said to know his own body very well, and he will never leave hidden diseases on the body. What Chinese medicine is best at is not to cure what has already happened.
Rather than treating the disease, it is important to keep the body at a healthy level. Therefore, Park Mingdai’s reaction is obviously problematic. Thinking of Park Mingdai wearing a mask every day, Park Changming finally pulled out of his troubled thoughts.
He focused a little on Pu Mingdai, grabbed the other person's wrist, and touched it. He was dumbfounded and exclaimed: "How is this possible?!"