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

Lin Yi looked at Li Shizhen and said, "Sir, people in later generations will also understand Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is in the same line as China, so how can it disappear?"

Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi. Lin Yi saw that Li Shizhen had almost rested, so he led him up. On the fourth floor of the hospital, Li Shizhen looked up at the simple and simple porch in front of him.

"Chinese medicine hall?" Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi, then turned to look at the plaque of the Chinese medicine hall.

Lin Yi also looked at the plaque and said, "Chinese medicine has never disappeared, but few people come to see it."

Li Shizhen walked over and touched the table under the plaque of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall. There was a little dust on the table. Li Shizhen wiped it and it fell into his hands.

Looking at the dust in her hands, Li Shizhen sighed.

"Ugh."

There is already a doctor in the Chinese medicine hall, but there is no one at the consultation desk at the door. An old Chinese doctor opened the door from the inside and sent an old man out.

"You must remember to take your medicine on time."

The old man kept nodding, and then walked past Lin Yi and the two. The old Chinese doctor wanted to turn around and go back, but saw Li Shizhen and Lin Yi. He took off his reading glasses, wiped them with his coat, looked at them, and asked Said: "Are you two here to see a doctor?"

Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi, and Lin Yi led Li Shizhen to the old man. Li Shizhen glanced at the Chinese medicine practitioner in front of him, mumbling for a long time, without saying a word.

The old Chinese doctor glanced at Li Shizhen, seeing that there seemed to be countless thoughts in his eyes that he wanted to speak, but he didn't speak, so he glanced carefully, and then said: "Young man, it's better to spend less effort."

The old Chinese doctor has gray hair. Li Shizhen is only in her 40s now. In the eyes of the old Chinese doctor, she is indeed a young man.

Li Shizhen nodded, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. Seeing that the two were not coming to see a doctor, the old doctor turned around and entered the room.

Lin Yi took Li Shizhen and sat on the stool in the Chinese medicine hall again. Li Shizhen had a sad expression on her face.

This TCM clinic is just a microcosm of the Huaxia TCM clinic. There must be more TCM clinics like this TCM clinic, so deserted that the consultation tables are covered with ashes.

The audience looked at Li Shizhen who seemed to have suddenly aged ten years, and felt uncomfortable.

Chinese culture is in the same line, and Chinese medicine is also in the same line, but if you ask yourself, they are actually closer to Western medicine than Chinese medicine, not only because Western medicine is very stylized, but also because Western medicine seems to be closer to the lives of ordinary people.

"Hey, things from my own country are not publicized or passed on, but they still scold Chinese medicine for being superstitious."

"Our hometown is not like this. Ever since the old Chinese doctor passed away, there has been no Chinese medicine."

"It's the same in our family. After the old Chinese medicine doctor in my hometown passed away, there are no Chinese medicine practitioners anymore."

"Obviously it is a home-grown medicine, but there is no one to inherit it."

The audience felt embarrassed by the development status of Chinese medicine, and most Chinese medicine blacks did not speak. Although they are black Chinese medicine, they are still Chinese people in their bones. Facing a part of their own national culture withering day by day, they also have an uncontrollable sadness in their hearts.

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Lin Yi looked at Li Shizhen's appearance and said with relief, "Sir, why are you so sad?"

Li Shizhen looked up at Ji Dong, who had a smile in his eyes.

"Sir, Chinese medicine will definitely be revived. Chinese medicine is a part of Chinese culture and will not wither. If you don't believe it, please come with me."

Li Shizhen was still grieving over the decline of Chinese medicine. Hearing Lin Yi's words, he regained his energy. He stood up and followed Lin Yi to the window. Through the window, he heard the sound of reciting a book.

"Red peony breaks blood to treat abdominal pain, and relieves dysphoria; white peony tonifies deficiency and produces new blood, which is especially warm. If it is to reduce swelling and fill the water in the morning glory; remove heat and poison and kill insects in the body."

Li Shizhen turned her head to look at Lin Yi. The sound of the endorsement was "The Fu of Medicine Nature", and the Fu of Medicine Nature was written in the Qing Dynasty, so Li Shizhen naturally didn't know it.

Lin Yi explained: "This is the "Ode to the Nature of Medicine" written by people after Mr.'s era. Nowadays, there are many schools offering Chinese medicine courses, and many young students are devoted to the cause of Chinese medicine."

Lin Yi turned his head to look at Li Shizhen, with some excitement in his eyes, he said: "In the past, we never talked about traditional Chinese medicine when we treated patients, but now even the chief surgeon of Western medicine clinics can subconsciously feel the pulse, sir, future generations Chinese medicine has not disappeared, nor will it wither, because we will eventually revive Chinese medicine.”

Li Shizhen looked at Lin Yi, and he could hear the sound of medicinal properties in his ears. He not only heard the sound of medicinal properties, but also heard the voices of some students discussing traditional Chinese medicine materials and cases, and heard the debates of the Wen-Han School. , also felt the future of Chinese medicine contained in the debate, the hope of Chinese medicine.

He turned his head to look at the traditional Chinese medicine hall in the corridor. The dust of the traditional Chinese medicine hall was wiped off at some point. A young Chinese medicine doctor came out and sat on the examination table. Several young people came up from downstairs, Sitting on a stool, he reached out and communicated with the young Chinese medicine practitioner about his condition.

Li Shizhen's eyes were full of tears. Seeing this scene, even he had to be moved.

"Little friend, that's right."

Li Shizhen wiped away his tears, he looked at Ji Dong.

He knew that although in the process of changes in later generations, there were lost Chinese medicine classics, lost techniques, lost acupuncture, and foreign western medicine, there were new western medicine theories that he did not know, but the Chinese medicine that belonged exclusively to Huaxia, It is still rooted in this homeland, and it is still developing, even if its strength is weak.

Li Shizhen breathed out a turbid breath. He looked at the corridor of traditional Chinese medicine in front of him and said, "May the Chinese medicine of future generations be able to flourish. As a predecessor, I can't do much. I can only wish future generations prosperity."

Li Shizhen cupped her hands and bowed slightly towards the Chinese medicine hall.

The viewers in front of the TV looked at Li Shizhen, at the TCM clinic, at the decline of TCM, and at the ashes on the consultation table.

"The inheritance of Chinese medicine will never be cut off."

"Regardless of others, anyway, I have decided to inherit Chinese medicine."

"Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't learn my own stuff?"

In a certain community, a high school student who was clamoring to learn Chinese medicine, looked at the picture in front of him, and unconsciously shed tears.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is better. How can one's own things be passed on to others? Besides, who said that Chinese medicine is unscientific? Didn't the ancestors verify the things of thousands of years?"

The high school student covered himself under the quilt and made his choice firmly in his heart.

He will not regret his choice, but will only become more determined.

In a university of traditional Chinese medicine, Sheng Yan and Bai Xiaomo held hands and looked at each other. They didn't regret their choice, and felt proud and confident about it.

This is a kind of inheritance, and it is their pride to be Li Shizhen's descendants and his inheritors.