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

After Ning An's voice fell, many audience members became excited.

"Ah, Mr. Zhou has evaluated it! I didn't know it. God, to get that approval, he must be a very good doctor."

"Mr. Pu Fuzhou, the former hepatitis B was treated by him. In that year, he was extremely flustered, and the special treatment team he set up did not achieve any results. Only the husband took action to curb this kind of disease."

"Mr. Pu Fu Zhou is a well-deserved modern medical saint. He is proficient in internal medicine, gynecology, and pediatrics, and he is especially good at treating febrile diseases. Theories of typhoid fever and febrile diseases are melted in one furnace, and the prescriptions and prescriptions are applied at the right time."

"I am a medical student, and I have seen those cases. I am amazed at the level of Mr. Pu. When several infectious diseases were epidemic, he treated syndromes based on syndrome differentiation, developed a unique approach, and dared to subvert common sense. National epidemics, dare to do this, Mr. Pu Fuzhou's Courage is no less than that of Mr. Li Ke."

A strange name resurfaced again, leaving a deep impression on many people.

Looking at the introductions of netizens, many people know that there used to be such a modern medical saint who healed the world.

Everything is like a flower in a mirror, and the moon in the water. When Zhang Zhongjing read all the events about Pu Fuzhou, he respected him even more.

He couldn't help feeling emotional: "There are many doctors of this generation in later generations, why did Chinese medicine decline?"

Ning An remained silent, and the reasons for this were too complicated to explain.

Then, he smiled and looked up at Zhang Zhongjing.

"Sir, in fact, although Chinese and Western medicine cannot be combined, they can cooperate with each other. Although Chinese medicine is declining, it is also rising. Although Western medicine once despised Chinese medicine, more and more young people now trust Chinese medicine. In the future, Chinese medicine will inevitably thriving."

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Zhongjing heard this, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Ning An was a little dazed and at a loss, and so were the audience.

Zhang Zhongjing smiled, then looked at Ning An, shook his head, and said, "The old man suddenly realized that as long as he can cure diseases and save people, why should he care about Chinese medicine or western medicine? The way of medicine is to save people, not to argue about superiority. Treatment, even if eliminated from history, is the fate of Chinese medicine."

"I don't want the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine to never be extinct, but I hope that the people of the descendants of China will have no more illnesses."

These words instantly made many people stand in awe, what is the realm?This is the realm?

A saint should have the posture of a saint.

If it is someone else, can you accept what you have learned to dissipate in future generations?He does not seek fame, does not seek profit, and has the world in mind. He is worthy of the title of medical saint.

Zhongjing has been passed down through the ages for its own reasons.

These few words dissipated Ning An's original thoughts and words. He suddenly felt something, and looked at Zhang Zhongjing and the two sages with a smile on his face.

"How about this, the three of you might as well come with me to see the demeanor of future generations of doctors?"

"That's great, let us see what future generations of doctors will look like."

The three old people were full of joy and looked forward to it.

Many audience members also became excited, Zhang Zhongjing's words just now instantly swept away the backlog of depression in their hearts.

As long as it can cure diseases and save people, why should we care whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine?
Ning An took a step forward, grabbed the petals in the apricot forest and sprinkled them towards the sky.

"Let the ancestors of the previous life see the demeanor of my future Chinese doctors!!!"

"What is a sage?"

"In later generations, many doctors will be sages!"

After all, the rain of flowers in the sky was as gorgeous and dazzling as if fireworks were in full bloom, and the pink light covered everything.

Above the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the light receded, as if covered by the gorgeous petals.

Many people were stunned. This scene was so beautiful.

It is so beautiful that it is unforgettable and intoxicating.

The falling petals seem to be dancers, jumping above the sky, dancing their beautiful bodies.

Ning An stood straight on the spot, waiting for the sea of ​​flowers to fall on his shoulders, hair tips, and face.

Even Zhang Zhongjing and the others were startled, with such a method, it was as if they were in the fairy world.

The sky flickered with thunder, and suddenly the clouds overwhelmed the rain, and the rain, which was the size of soybeans, poured down, as if the sky was crying.

Many people don't understand why seeing the demeanor of the later generations of doctors, the front is so beautiful, but the back is covered with clouds and violent wind and rain.

Zhang Zhongjing and the others stood in place peacefully, they knew that it was useless to move.

That being the case, let's reward future generations of doctors in this rainstorm.

On the screen, figures gradually emerged one by one.

They were wearing tight, heavy protective clothing and masks, and there were many policemen standing around them, maintaining order.

The street is extremely quiet, the traffic of the past is gone, completely dissipated.

Occasionally, I would glimpse some animals wandering in the streets and roads, and even some wild creatures wandering in the bustling city again. Those bright, innocent eyes revealed deep doubts.

The hustle and bustle of the past, why are they gone now?

Many people in the audience in front of the screen became excited.

"It was that day, that day, the damn anchor, let us watch that day."

"I knew it, I knew it. The demeanor of the doctors of later generations can be called a sage by everyone. Apart from that battle that we personally felt, what else is there?"

"I was a member of that battle. I am very grateful for the love of my compatriots. Although we were exhausted, when we returned, the many cheers and praises made us feel that everything was worth it. Born in China, with this compatriot, even if we die in the On the battlefield, there is also no regrets."

"I learned a lot in that battle, and I also understood what unity is. The Chinese people let the world see what national feelings and deep love are."

"On that day, many of our heroes put on their battle robes, went upstream, went against the crowd, and saved the world. Thank you Huaxia, thank God for giving me so many outstanding heroes and compatriots."

"My sister died in that battle, but she doesn't regret it. I used to be a bastard, but now I'm rereading books, and I've gone from the bottom of the grade to the top [-]. In the future, I will be like my sister... hero."

The audience's memories were immediately recalled, as if they returned to that day, that year, and so far, they are full of deep admiration and gratitude.

Who said the Internet has no memory?
Of course, no one will remember the broken things of those Internet celebrities getting divorced and domestic violence forever, and it will pass as a joke.

But heroes are always remembered!

The people of China will never forget that at the beginning of the Gengzi period, the epidemic was raging.Fortunately, I am in China, and I wear armor in white to protect my 13 million compatriots in China, prevent epidemics and diseases from outside the door, and kill the virus in its cradle.

Save the lives of my Chinese compatriots and avoid disasters.

At the beginning of the picture.

Many medical staff boarded the bus, bid farewell to their relatives, and tried hard to control their tears.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive and heavy. Everyone knew that the disease was severe, and there was a possibility that there would be no return.

It's easy to say to risk your life and save your compatriots, but how many people can do it?

Don't you see, how is the situation abroad?The poor can only wait to die, but the rich want the poor to die of illness, and don't care about the life and death of the poor at all, clamoring to resume work every day.

What happened to how many people died?In the eyes of rich people abroad, the lives of those people are not worth their money.

Don’t you see, foreign respirators are taken from the poor and given priority to the rich.The son knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, kowtowed on the ground until his head was bleeding, but those people were indifferent.

In the end, the man could only cry and watch his mother die, but he was powerless.

This is the sorrow of the poor and the sorrow of foreign countries.

Compared with Huaxia, we were born in fairyland.

It's just that when the bus appeared, many people's noses were a little sour, and their eyes felt as if they were wet and foggy.

Many audience members rubbed their eyes, curled their lips, and sniffled, trying to control themselves.

But emotions, how can you control them if you control them?
Inside the bus, the medical staff were silent. They knew that going would be extremely risky, but they had to go.

Because, if they don't go, who will save Huaxia?
As a doctor, today is the day to serve the country.

Among these medical staff, the most obvious is that there are many immature and young faces.Most of them are born in the [-]s, and most of them are little girls who have never experienced wind and rain.

Some were approved by the family, some were quarreled fiercely with the family, and some were not even known to the family.

They signed up secretly, just to shoulder the responsibilities, keep the country in their hearts, and the people behind them.

When they were young, they were willing to hold up a forest umbrella for Huaxia to shelter from wind and rain.

The motherland protects them from growing up. Today, let them repay and nurture the motherland.

Their emotions were complicated, mixed with fear, worry, excitement, and astonishment, and many of them shed tears silently.

Some are thinking of their unmarried boyfriends, some are thinking of their grandma in the country, some are annoyed that they have not eaten the last bowl of food cooked by their mothers, and some are missing their own home, and they look in the direction of home with deep nostalgia , I'm afraid I won't... never see it again.

The car started slowly, and their hearts also floated together.

Many family members ran with the car. Although it was very dangerous, the security guards and staff did not stop them. They all turned their heads silently and tried their best to hold back their tears.

The police uncles stood up silently and saluted in the direction of the car to express their lofty respect.

"Son, remember to come back. Mom will make dumplings for you, including your favorite pork and green onions. This time, I will eat them all alone. I won't let your father and your younger brother compete with you for eating. You have to come back, Mom. Wait for you……"

An aunt in a padded jacket chased after her and began to cry. She looked at the car that was going away and felt very distressed.

Her child went to the battlefield, only hoping to return safely and eat the dumplings made by her own hands...