Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Li Shizhen and Lin Yi took their seats, and the children in the courtyard were still packing herbs, but soon another boy brought tea from behind and served it to their table. Li Shizhen held the teacup and motioned for Lin Yi to drink tea.

"Little friend, drink tea."

Ji Dong nodded, and also raised his glass and took a sip of tea.

Li Shizhen finished her tea, looked at Lin Yi, and asked, "Little friend, how did you come from later generations? I often read some ancient books, and there is a family of immortals who soar through the clouds and fog, but I have never traveled through ancient and modern times." Immortal family, little friend must be supernaturally powerful, right?"

Lin Yi smiled and said: "Mr. You are joking. I came here with the expectations of all future generations. Perhaps it is the power of faith, not some flying clouds."

Li Shizhen chuckled, and asked again: "Haha, that's a good word, and you come here with the beliefs of future generations. No wonder your clothes are so weird when I see them. They must be the clothes of future generations?"

Lin Yi nodded and said, "This is the clothes that people of later generations will wear when they meet important people and attend formal occasions. They are called Zhongshan suits."

Li Shizhen stroked his beard and said, "Oh, the Chinese tunic suit looks pretty good, and it seems that you are very energetic."

Lin Yi said, "Sir, I'm overwhelmed."

Li Shizhen glanced at Lin Yi for a few more times, and then said: "Little friend Lin, since you are from a later age, how dare you ask me what is the difference between this later age and my Great Ming?"

Lin Yi looked at Li Shizhen and asked, "Do you want to go and see for yourself, sir?"

Li Shizhen was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Can you take me back, little friend?"

"If my husband wants to see it, I can naturally take him back."

In the past, when the ancients heard that they could visit the later generations, most of them would agree. After all, the thousands and hundreds of years of the later generations were a great attraction to the ancients.

Li Shizhen was also a little shaken in her heart, but when she looked at Ji Dong, she hesitated.

Although Ji Dong said that he came here because of the beliefs of later generations, according to his knowledge, Ji Dong must have spent a lot of energy to come here. If this kind of energy is used too much, it would be too much. It would be bad if it hurt Ji Dong.

Chinese medicine upholds the idea of ​​benevolence, and Li Shizhen didn't want Lin Yi to be harmed, so she shook her head and said, "Forget it, I still won't go. If you want to take me back, I have nothing to look at, but I just want to make something new."

"As for the situation of future generations." Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi, laughed, and said, "I already know Lin Xiaoyou three-pointedly, and the future generations must be like Lin Xiaoyou, calm and wise, wise and profound."

Li Shizhen's boast made the audience in front of the screen very embarrassed.

They still have self-knowledge, how could they be the way Li Shizhen described?
"Hahaha, I'm quite ashamed to be praised by the medicine sage."

"Indeed, I'm also quite shy, hahaha, I don't take advantage of wisdom and profound knowledge at all."

"Well, the ancients had great hopes for the present."

Countless people on the bullet screen felt ashamed. After all, they thought completely differently from Li Shizhen. The contrast between this expectation and reality made many viewers have different thoughts in their hearts. No matter how old they were, at least at this moment, Everyone reached out and took down the book in front of them that they hadn't opened for a long time, thinking that it would be better to read a book after watching TV for a while.

On the screen, Ji Dong looked at Li Shizhen, restrained his smile, and said, as if promising, "The future generations will definitely be like what Mr. said!"

Li Shizhen looked at Ji Dong, was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I believe it."

"I'm a doctor, and I already know about the condition of future generations, Lin Xiaoyou, but I dare to ask Xiaoyou, what about the medicine of future generations?"

"I once read Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases". Now, according to Mr.'s medical theories, later generations are divided into febrile diseases, typhoid fever and other schools. It has been unified for more than 400 years?"

"I often read pharmacy, and my ambition is to collect books of hundreds of medicines for the world. It's not a school, but I'm a little curious."

When Lin Yi first arrived here, Li Shizhen already knew that he seemed to be good at medicine. Since he knew medicine, he must also know something about medicine.

When Li Shizhen asked this question, several old Chinese doctors in the Huaxia Culture Research Institute looked at each other with a bit of bitterness in their eyes.

"Alas, in today's Chinese medicine, many prescription books have been lost. The febrile disease school is said to be developing, but in fact it is completely stagnant."

"Who says it's not? We can't see the originals of many books now. During the war, countless medical books flowed into Sunrise, alas."

Several old Chinese doctors showed pain on their faces. Faced with these historical problems, they always expressed their heartache. Many medical things were suppressed after the influx of Western medicine, and books were lost during the war.

Nowadays, many things such as acupuncture and moxibustion, as well as medical prescriptions, are no longer what they used to be. How can this not make them feel sad.

Chen Jitong saw the expressions of several old Chinese doctors, and subconsciously looked at Guan Hongshen. Guan Hongshen also frowned, with a bit of heartache on his face.

"Hey, we descendants, inherit the medicine of the predecessors, don't think about these things."

He dryly said in relief, the old Chinese doctors put away their pain and sighed, but didn't say anything else.

Chen Jitong was also a little afraid to speak beside him, but there was a bit of pain in his eyes.

Many viewers also showed the same expressions as the old Chinese doctors, Chen Jitong, and Guan Hongshen. In some places, there were always scars that they didn't want to uncover.

In the picture, Lin Yi looked calm. He looked at Li Shizhen and said: "Some medical books have been lost in the wars of later generations, and many others have been taken away by other countries, and Western medicine has been introduced. Traditional Chinese medicine is not popular. The school of thought has gradually withered, so we can only follow the prescriptions of predecessors first, and dare not move forward."

Li Shizhen was stunned when she heard Lin Yi's words.

Before Li Shizhen, there were many wars, and many medical books were burned. But at that time, there were many doctors, some transcribed, some treasured, and there were still many books left, and many people could develop more in this Medicine said, but I didn't expect that the medical books of later generations would encounter catastrophe.

"Lin Xiaoyou, what you said..." Li Shizhen didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth and repeated several times without continuing. What should be said and what should not be said, turned into a long sigh.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be like this!" Li Shizhen flicked her sleeves, turned around and remained silent.

"Sir, my Chinese medicine may not have no successors." Lin Yi said, Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi, his eyes lit up, and then said: "I have studied the eight meridians. If Lin Xiaoyou does not give up, I am willing to pour my money into it." Let me tell you, if Lin Xiaoyou is willing to pass it on to future generations, it will be a merit."