Wang Xiao's eldest brother has not come back, he should be in the military area.
However, at lunch, Wang Pi and his wife ate together with Xiao Chen.
In the afternoon, Xiao Chen was called over by Mr. Zhang.
When he arrived at the entrance of the nursing home, Mr. Zhang was already waiting at the door.
"Dr. Xiao, if I don't call you, I'm afraid you won't even come over." Mr. Zhang said with a smile.
I have to say that Xiao Chen's medical skills are indeed very powerful.
That night, Xiao Chen also gave the old gentleman acupuncture, and the effect was very obvious. Now Mr. Zhang took Xiao Chen in.
Soon, I saw the old gentleman practicing calligraphy again.
Now that the old gentleman has retired, he rarely appears in public. After all, he is still very influential, and his every move is likely to attract the attention of others.
"Dr. Xiao is here."
the old gentleman asked.
"Old sir, I see your writing is more powerful."
"Of course, after you gave me acupuncture, my fingers became much stronger and no longer felt the same numbness. It seems that my own traditional Chinese medicine is better." The old man had to sigh.
This time, Xiao Chen was naturally called by Mr. Zhang to examine him.
After Xiao Chen examined the old man, he found that acupuncture was indeed effective.
The reason why the old man suffers from paralysis and weakness, especially in summer, is obviously due to the sequelae of his careless trips to the mountains and countryside.
Diseases like these are not common when you are young, but when you get older, these problems will indeed appear.
"How is Dr. Xiao?" Mr. Zhang asked.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang's condition can be cured as long as he takes the right medicine."
This time Xiao Chen specially gave the old gentleman acupuncture.
After Xiao Chen finished acupuncture, the old man looked at Xiao Chen, a young man, and thought he was pretty good, so he said, "I heard that you were spotted by Dr. Han at a young age and asked to join the Royal Medical School."
"Old sir, it's not that Mr. Han is interested in Xiao Chen, but whether Dr. Xiao likes the imperial medical school. I heard that those traditional Chinese medicine schools offer Dr. Xiao a high position to join, but Dr. Xiao is not willing to do so."
"Dr. Xiao, is that true?" the old gentleman asked.
"there is."
"why?"
"Old sir, in fact, I studied traditional Chinese medicine, including some ancient Chinese medicine.
Regardless of the school, in fact, all have good parts and bad parts. I will not pay too much attention to a certain school of traditional Chinese medicine. In my opinion, take the essence and discard the dross. Moreover, in my opinion, traditional Chinese medicine is also good.
, Western medicine or Western medicine, if it can cure the patient's disease and alleviate the patient's disease, it means a good doctor and good medical skills."
Xiao Chen is not against Western medicine, because Western medicine has indeed played a great role and has cured many patients.
However, those people who are dissatisfied with traditional Chinese medicine that he dislikes do not even know the most basic aspects of traditional Chinese medicine. This is abominable.
"Okay, well said!"
“Take the best and discard the dross!”
The old gentleman wrote those words on the rice paper with a big stroke of his pen. Xiao Chen found that the aura of the old gentleman was really different.
In addition, they all like to practice calligraphy. They have been practicing calligraphy since they were young, so they naturally write well.
"Dr. Xiao, do you like writing calligraphy?" the old gentleman asked again.
"I like it. When I was a child, my master and my wife always taught me how to write. However, now for the sake of convenience, I only need to use a signature pen, and I rarely write this kind of calligraphy."
In fact, practicing calligraphy can really train a person's character.
However, in Xiao Chen's opinion, it is difficult to say that one can tell what kind of person a person is by looking at his calligraphy.
"However, the old gentleman's handwriting is indeed good."
"Really? How about giving this to you?"
"Old sir, can I accept it?"
"why not?"
In fact, the old gentleman still left a lot of handwriting before he retired.
Mr. Zhang was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the old man actually sent a message directly to Xiao Chen.
He doesn't get that kind of treatment.
Of course, these words written by the old gentleman, even if they are practicing calligraphy, are likely to be collected by others.
There was nothing going on now, so Xiao Chen naturally didn't stay any longer.
When he and Mr. Zhang were going out, Mr. Zhang said: "Dr. Xiao, that's amazing. He actually got a letter from Mr. Xiao."
"Mr. Zhang, how about giving it to you?"
"Of course not."
Since it was given to Xiao Chen, it must be Xiao Chen's gift. How could I accept it?
That is to say, Xiao Chen is so young and still doesn't know the importance of this word.
"Dr. Xiao, please find time to frame it properly."
In fact, right now
It is a piece of rice paper, and it only looks beautiful and generous when it is framed.
Xiao Chen nodded.
Suddenly I remembered the story of the stinky old nine Zhao Wen.
"Mr. Zhang, do you know Zhao Wen?"
"Zhao Wen? Which Zhao Wen?" Mr. Zhang was a little confused for a moment.
"I heard that he used to be a professor at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Later, he was stimulated and had a brain problem and was sent to a nursing home."
When Xiao Chen mentioned the professor of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the other party knew about it.
He does know this Zhao Wen.
At that time, Zhao Wen was not from the imperial medical school, but he was the leader of the academic school and from the Yanjing academic school. However, due to the influence at that time, Mr. Zhang felt that it was a pity.
"Doctor Xiao, this Zhao Wen was the leader of the Yanjing academic school back then. It is not simple. However, he is getting older now. I heard he is in a nursing home."
Xiao Chen was indeed surprised.
He really didn't expect that the other party was actually the leader of the Yanjing Academy.
If that's the case, if you cure Zhao Wen's disease by yourself, wouldn't that be a treasure?
"Dr. Xiao, do you have any more questions?"
"No, I am also treating Zhao Wen now. I wonder if it can be cured?"
Mr. Zhang has not personally treated Zhao Wen's situation, but it should be relatively difficult to treat, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become like that.
Mr. Zhang sent Xiao Chen out.
Xiao Chen got into the car and saw that the time was around four o'clock in the afternoon.
I passed by a poetry and painting framing shop, took it over, and quickly asked a young employee.
The young employee learned that Xiao Chen had framed it with characters and called out the boss.
The boss read the words above and was a little confused at first, then a little surprised.
In fact, the old gentleman did not write his name on it, but he stamped a seal on it.
"Sir, did you write these words yourself?"
"Of course not, it was written by an old gentleman."
The other person nodded.
After all, the other party also knows those words. He knows exactly who wrote it, who the big shot wrote it, and what kind of calligraphy and painting they like.
Now that the other party personally framed the calligraphy for Xiao Chen, it was really different. It looked much more majestic and domineering.
"Boss, how much is it?"
"Sir, I won't charge you any money this time, just leave it to your friend!"