Chapter 94 Taishan Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine
Chapter 94: Taishan Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine
Mu Shan did not continue, but everyone could see that if Zhang Xiaozhen did not have real talent and learning, he would die miserably.
"Okay, I will listen to big brother in everything." Mu Gan nodded and smiled.
Immediately, Mu Gan cast his eyes on Mu Qiudi and said, "Qiudi, you will stay with that kid these days."
Mu Gan said he would accompany him, but he was actually monitoring Zhang Xiaotian. Mu Qiudi knew this very well.
"Xiaotian, how do you feel about Lai Di?" Mu Lao asked with a smile.
After the last treatment, Mr. Mu's complexion looks much better, his body and bones have become stronger, and he hardly needs help when walking.
Zhang Xiaotian smiled and said: "The imperial capital is very prosperous. Compared with our small county, it is basically a rural area."
"Xiaotian, since you like this place, then stay a few more days and wander around the imperial capital." Mu Lao said with a smile.
The two of them walked slowly and chatted, and the sky gradually darkened.
"Grandpa Mu, it's time for us to go back. It's very cold outside at night. Besides, we have to treat you for the second time tomorrow, so go back and get some rest early." Zhang Xiaotian said.
"It's indeed a bit late, let's go, let's go back now." Mr. Mu said with a smile.
Back at Mu's house, Zhang Xiaotian's house was ready. He went directly into the room and rested.
Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaotian got up and did morning exercises.
Since receiving the inheritance from the Medical Saint, he has developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and has also developed the habit of doing morning exercises.
After having breakfast, the Mu family gathered together again.
Mu Shan looked at Zhang Xiaotian and said, "Nephew Zhang Xian, when are you going to treat my father?"
Zhang Xiaotian pondered for a while and said: "Of course it is noon, when the yang energy is strongest and the treatment effect is best."
"Very good, very good. I heard that Nephew Zhang Xian's medical skills are extraordinary. Several old Chinese medicine doctors from the traditional Chinese medicine hospital came over after hearing the news and wanted to observe Nephew Zhang Xian's treatment. Does Nephew Zhang Xian have any objections?" Mu Gan stood up and said.
Although the other party's words seemed to be discussing with him, they sounded non-committal.
Zhang Xiaotian is not a fool. He naturally understands that the Mu family is questioning his medical skills, but he doesn't take it seriously. He smiles slightly and says: "It's okay, it's okay. We are all medical colleagues. I may need some advice from them later."
If Zhang Xiaotian, who had received the inheritance of the Medical Saint, needed their advice, the Medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing would probably run out of the coffin and kill him.
At noon, an old man wearing a long robe came to Mu's house. He seemed to have an air of immortality.
"Mr. Wei, Mr. Han, Mr. Song, three gentlemen, please come in!" Mu Gan said with a smile.
Wei Xianxian, Han Daoming, and Song Xuanyu are three important figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and they are all called the masters of medicine.
Even Mu Gan of the Mu family must be cautious when facing them, for fear of offending these three great gods.
Even if he is in a high and powerful position, there is no guarantee that he will not get sick in his life.
"Who said that Mr. Mu's disease can be cured?" Mr. Wei had a bad temper. He muttered as soon as he entered the door and looked around, looking for Zhang Xiaotian's voice.
Han Daoming glanced at Mr. Mu angrily and said angrily: "Old Wei, when will you change your irritable character? Your temper is the same as your medical skills. No wonder you haven't made any progress."
"Who said that, my temper is getting better, and so are my medical skills." Xian Wei blew his beard and glared.
"Two of you, please stop arguing. Let's see who treats Mr. Mu." Song Xuanyu said.
"Yes, yes, this is the most important thing." Wei Xianxian and Han Daoming looked at each other, and then looked at everyone present, looking for that figure.
They had already seen Mr. Mu's illness.
Basically, there is no cure, no medicine can cure it, it can only treat the disease, but cannot cure the root cause at all.
But under this current situation, they actually heard someone making wild claims that they could cure Mr. Mu's disease. Isn't this a slap in their face?
Therefore, these two old Chinese medicine doctors could not sit still and did not hesitate to go out and teach this kid a lesson.
However, they looked around and found no one who matched what they were looking for.
They didn't even look at Zhang Xiaotian and ignored him automatically.
Immediately, Xian Wei and Han Daoming looked at each other and asked in unison: "Where is that person?"
Song Xuanyu looked at Zhang Xiaotian in the crowd, smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, we meet again."
After getting the news, Song Xuanyu knew that this person must be Zhang Xiaotian.
Only he can say this and he dares to say this.
As expected, that person was really Zhang Xiaotian.
"Old Song, what are you talking about? What did you call this young boy? Sir? Did you test your own medicine and damage your brain?" Wei Xianzhi said in shock.
Han Daoming also echoed: "That's right, I warned you a long time ago not to test medicine on yourself, but you just don't listen. It's better to use small animals."
Between the two of them, until someone said this, it must be an old man older than them.
Only Mu Lao present met the criteria, but Mu Lao was a patient.
Song Xuanyu smiled and said: "Are you two stupid? The person you are looking for is far away and right in front of you."
"Old Song, are you not mistaken?" Wei Xianxian and Han Daoming both looked at Zhang Xiaotian, and then said in disbelief, "Old Song, is it really him?"
"It's him!" Song Xuanyu nodded with a smile.
"Could it be that the Chinese doctor you mentioned who has extraordinary medical skills and a very high level of acupuncture is just a young man?" Seeing Song Xuanyu being so familiar with this young man, Wei Xianzhi immediately thought of something and asked.
Song Xuanyu was very satisfied with the surprised look of the two men. He smiled and nodded again and said, "It's him!"
Xian Wei and Han Daoming looked at each other in disbelief again.
They looked at Zhang Xiaotian again, their eyes full of horror.
Traditional Chinese medicine is different from other disciplines. Don’t think that just because you are a top scholar or a genius can you become a medical master in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine is more about precipitation and accumulation, as well as experience.
These cannot be achieved in a short time at all.
And Zhang Xiaotian is young, at least eighteen years old. Even if he started studying Chinese medicine in his mother's womb, it would still only be eighteen years.
They have been practicing Chinese medicine since elementary school and have been studying Chinese medicine for fifty or sixty years.
However, how could they believe that this kid could cure a disease that they were helpless about?
"Old Song, you're not using us two old men for entertainment, are you?" Han Daoming looked at Song Xuanyu and said.
Xian Xian Wei also looked at Song Xuanyu, obviously he felt the same way.
Song Xuanyu suddenly laughed.
It was as if he had known for a long time that the two of them would question him, so he smiled and said: "Old Wei, Old Han, I have seen Mr. Zhang's medical skills. His medical skills are only slightly better than ours. Just watch."
Seeing that Song Xuanyu spoke so highly of this young man, Mr. Wei's expression softened.
Over the years, he had gotten to know Song Xuanyu very well.
He will never talk nonsense or joke.
Since he said that, there must be some truth to it.
In other words, this young man does have some real abilities.
Therefore, he also wanted to see what kind of abilities this young man had that Song Xuanyu, the so-called medical fairy, praised so highly.
"My little friend, I wonder which sect you are from?" Han Daoming's expression softened and he asked.