At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

In the silent operating room, many people in white coats walked quickly, and a doctor wearing glasses was struggling to rescue the patient.

Next to him, the nurse kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, and the cold instrument kept beeping.

The three of Li Shizhen were all dumbfounded, looking at the operating room full of astonishment, only Hua Tuo had an excited look on his face, as if he had realized something.

"This, what is this?" Zhang Zhongjing looked at everything in the picture very curiously, refusing to move his gaze.

"This is the operating table of Western medicine. It is performing rescue operations for patients." Ning An used a movie scene, which was dedicated to introducing medicine, so there is no need to worry about being found out.

Zhang Zhongjing immediately asked: "Since just now, my friend has been talking about Western medicine. What is this Western medicine? Is medicine still divided into southeast and northwest schools?"

"Western medicine is the medical system of modern western countries. Our Chinese medicine is called traditional Chinese medicine." Ning An replied.

In ancient times, there was no name of traditional Chinese medicine. It was because of the emergence of western medicine in later generations that it was given the name of traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhang Zhongjing froze for a moment, then nodded, as if he understood a little bit.

Then, Hua Tuo asked excitedly.

"Little friend, is this the internal surgery of the human body? Can western medicine cut the human body with a knife, take out the broken flesh and organs, and then mend it, so that people can be healthy as usual?"

These are exactly the research direction of Hua Tuo.

According to the records in "Zhi Xun", there was once a patient with a lump in his abdomen, who was tortured day and night, and the pain was extremely painful.

When he was dying, he hoped that his son could take it out to see what was hidden in his body, and tortured him day and night.His son did not dare to disobey his father's order, so he cut open his abdomen and took out a bronze gun head. Hua Tuo heard about it and went immediately.After looking at the tip of the gun, he took out the medicine and smeared it, and the tip of the gun turned into wine.

Since then, Hua Tuo has become even more convinced that the human body can alleviate the pain of the disease through surgery. The root cause of the disease can be removed, supplemented by medication, and the body can be healthy.

However, in the end, he died because of this cross-age medical thought.

Therefore, when Hua Tuo saw the surgery, he didn't find it hard to accept or disgust, but an uncontrollable excitement.

At this moment, he was as excited as an old urchin, wishing to jump directly into the screen, touch the scalpel, open the patient's body, and take a closer look at the internal structure. He even had the urge to do the surgery himself.

If such an operation can be performed and left for future generations to use, it will be worth it even if you die here at this moment.

This is Hua Tuo's true inner thoughts.

Maybe many people can't understand it, but when a person can be an enemy of the whole world and realize his dream, as long as he has the opportunity to realize his dream, life is not so important to him.

"Exactly, Western medicine is a medical system developed in the process of studying the physiological and pathological phenomena of the human body from the perspective of reductionism. It is supported by science and actually overlaps with traditional Chinese medicine. For example, tongue diagnosis , Western medicine also uses the four methods of seeing, hearing, asking, and cutting, but in the end, most of them are completed by borrowing scientific instruments.”

After Ning An finished speaking, he gently plucked the screen, as if playing a beautiful string, the screen suddenly changed.

A set of modern scientific instruments appeared in the picture, quietly placed there.

Hua Tuo couldn't help but took a step forward, reaching out to grab the picture, but it was nothing.

"Is this the scientific instrument you mentioned? Something that can replace the pulse diagnosis?"

Zhang Zhongjing stroked his beard and looked curiously at the scientific instruments that looked like steel giants and weapons.

"Exactly, these things can penetrate the human body and see clearly the situation inside the human body. Whether the organs are broken, whether the bones are rotten, and whether there are insect eggs in the body can all be seen."

Before anyone else could speak, Hua Tuo couldn't wait to say beside him: "I know, this is just like the magic of the ancient gods. It can penetrate the human body, even if it is covered by clothes, it will have no effect."

Hearing this answer, Ning An nodded somewhat dumbfounded.

Then Ning An grabbed it from the air a few times like a magic trick, and many pictures appeared in his hand, which he handed to the three doctors.

"Three gentlemen, these are the organs that will be observed by the instruments of later generations. You can take a look at the situation in the body."

The three of them were not polite when they heard this, and immediately took it over, and began to study it fascinated.

"It's miraculous, it's really miraculous. I have observed these organs from corpses. They are generally the same and brightly colored. If you don't pay attention, you may take it seriously." Hua Tuo spoke first. Regarding this thing, he cooked.

The other two couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it's really miraculous, being able to see the condition of the organs without undergoing a laparotomy is admirable and admirable for future generations of medicine.

"Such a method is regarded as an immortal, and western medicine is truly powerful." Zhang Zhongjing said with emotion. For him, this is what an immortal can do.

Unexpectedly, Ning An shook his head when he heard it, and said with a smile: "As far as Western medicine is concerned, Chinese medicine is the method of the gods."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Zhang Zhongjing suddenly became curious. With such a fairy weapon, he still admires the methods of traditional Chinese medicine?
"Traditional Chinese medicine can check the condition of the human body clearly without the aid of instruments. Through pulse diagnosis, one can see the top and bottom of the human body. If it is not a god, how can it be done? Chinese medicine in the West is called the magic of the East. "

Ning An said it with a hint of arrogance. Indeed, compared with the need to use instruments to detect, Chinese medicine can clearly detect physical illnesses just by taking the pulse. So, how can it not be magic?

The audience outside the screen were all distracted by Ning An's arrogance.

"Hahaha, I love the anchor's arrogant expression. By the way, I suddenly feel that our Chinese medicine practitioners are amazing. It's just like having clairvoyant eyes."

"I heard that our country has the highest honor, the title of master of traditional Chinese medicine. All of them are famous doctors with high morals and superb medical skills in China. They come once every four years, and there are only 30 people at a time. They are all super powerful gods. Chinese medicine is still very prosperous."

"Wow, really? It's the first time I've heard of it. I'm going to check it out. How dare we have such a strong Chinese medicine practitioner in China? I really want our ancestors to see the glorious moment of our Chinese medicine practitioner."

"Similarly, after reading this issue, I suddenly had hope in Chinese medicine again. I suddenly wanted to know some cases that Western medicine could not cure but Chinese medicine cured."

Many people hope that Ning An can take the three ancestors to see the glorious moment of Chinese medicine in Huaxia today, and let them know that their inheritance has not been broken.Let them know that their hard work was not in vain.

Let them see that the medical books they wrote, the medicine they passed down, and the stories they passed down are all shining in future generations.

In the medical industry, she is like a shining star, shining brightly.

"Western medicine is like this, how about Chinese medicine in later generations?" Zhang Zhongjing suddenly asked, with his wisdom, it is not difficult to guess.

Western medicine in later generations is so miraculous that its accuracy and efficiency must be far superior to traditional Chinese medicine. It is too difficult to train an excellent Chinese medicine doctor, and it is impossible without decades of effort.

It is even more difficult not to make mistakes.

With this western medicine, the status of traditional Chinese medicine must have declined, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhongjing couldn't help feeling a little sad.His eyes are full of sadness, desolation and regret. Chinese medicine is the root of his life.

If Chinese medicine declines, then his "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" may be of little use to Western medicine.This has always been the case. The rise of an industry always tramples on the former, just like the change of dynasties.

If it weren't for the former being stupid and unreasonable, the latter would be born without a name.

It's a pity, those are written by him with countless painstaking efforts, eager to help future generations.

It's just that it has since become a waste book.

Forget it, no one to blame, no one to blame.It is because he cannot keep up with the times, and what he has learned has been eliminated by history.

The fragrant wind blowing from the apricot grove could not conceal Zhang Zhongjing's sorrow, and the sweet air was filled with an atmosphere of grief.

That is, Zhang Zhongjing's heart is hurting.

That is the inheritance of Chinese medicine, crying.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick. Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, knocked down Xintangzhuo wine cup.

Inherited for thousands of years, once destroyed.

Pieces of pink apricot petals fell down and fell on the top of Zhang Zhongjing's head, making the pale hair even weaker and more dry.The silver hair bundled up by the hairpin was suddenly blown to pieces by the breeze, flying over the face, and the face full of benevolence instantly aged, as if dying, lifeless.

Zhang Zhongjing coughed violently a few times, but it was still difficult to cover up with his sleeves. The glaring bright red blood stains were extremely conspicuous on the gray robe, and pierced deeply into people's hearts.

The sky suddenly darkened.

It seems that there are dark clouds condensed, and the clouds and mist are rolling, as if this day is going to cry for it.It is persuading, persuading the saint...don't cry.

Working with illnesses all year round, he has to deal with official duties without sleep and rest. Zhang Zhongjing is even more worried about the diseases of the poor. How can his body survive?
Human beings are like the lamp oil. When the burning is vigorous, the follow-up will be exhausted. When the oil in the wick is burned out, the human life will come to an end.

A lot of them are accumulated together, and today I feel something in my heart, great sadness and great joy, human emotions are the easiest to fall ill.

Zhang Zhongjing clenched his lips, looking at the happy Hua Tuo and the taciturn Li Shizhen, he smiled happily.

He quietly wiped off the blood, and hid his sleeves behind his back so that the three of them would not see him, but he never thought that he had already been seen by the audience.

The withered hand hid tremblingly behind him, rubbing it constantly, trying to wipe off the blood, and the action of erasing the evidence touched the hearts of countless people.

Afterwards, he looked at Hua Tuo and said very sincerely.

"Congratulations, brother Yuanhua, what you have learned is a pioneering work, clearing the darkness of the road of medicine, and turning this muddy road into the way of the world. Brother Yuanhua, your name will last forever and be immortal!"

The wind messed up his face and loosened his hair, but it couldn't blow away the smile with sincere blessing on that old, withered face.

He sincerely congratulated Hua Tuo, and also... mourned silently for Chinese medicine, and felt...for himself.

In the picture, Zhang Zhongjing appeared in front of everyone with congratulations on his wrinkled face and grief in his cloudy eyes.

The audience burst into tears.