Traditional Chinese Medicine Xu Yang

Xu Yang ate the noodles, and within two mouthfuls, he felt a hiccup in his stomach that couldn't come up.

Xu Yang knew in his heart that it was also because of his liver failure, so his stomach qi was also affected, and could not be drained and lowered normally.

The stomach qi was originally downward, but now the stomach qi goes upward instead, so he has belching, and he can't burp without taking two bites.

As for his symptoms of hiccups, bloating, and indigestion, he went to the hospital to check his stomach problems, but he couldn't find out, because the cause of the disease was stagnation of liver qi.

Therefore, many people's spleen and stomach problems are not caused by the spleen and stomach itself, but are affected by the liver.There is a big vernacular in the field of Chinese medicine, which is called treating the spleen but not the liver, which is equivalent to being blind for nothing!

"Alas..." Xu Yang sighed and put down the bowl and chopsticks.If you lose your job again, where else can you go?Who would take in an expelled doctor like himself?

He thought of those indifferent and mocking eyes that he saw when he left the Chinese medicine hospital that day, like a needle pierced into his heart hard, making him breathless.

Xu Yang gave a wry smile and rubbed his stomach.

He knew in his heart that if his liver depression continued to worsen, when the liver depression turned into fire, the rebellious stomach would become more serious, not only belching, but also hiccups and retching, and abdominal pain , and the liver yang will also go up against the top, causing dizziness and headaches, and there will be a lot of trouble.

And this mess in his mind, he still doesn't know what's going on!

It's just that he doesn't want to heal himself, the only thing he can't let go is himself.

Xu Yang put down the bowl and chopsticks, but heard a "di" sound in his head.

"Huh?" Xu Yang was taken aback for a moment, then he closed his eyes, only to see that the display in his mind had changed: "The system is loaded!"

Xu Yang's heart tightened suddenly.

"Drip, the system starts."

Xu Yang saw the scene in front of him change, and a few lines of large characters slowly emerged.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Inheritance System.

Inheritor: Xu Yang

Age: 28

Medical Skill Level: Apprentice

Medical ethics evaluation: excellent

Xu Yang suddenly froze, traditional Chinese medicine inheritance system?

Then he murmured: "What is this? It doesn't look like an Android? I'm not hallucinating, am I?"

"Da da da da..."

A few lines of words slowly appeared before Xu Yang's eyes.

"Everyone in the world knows that Chinese medicine is absolutely useless, but who will protect China for thousands of years? The way of Chinese medicine is to pass on. I hope that the inheritors will earnestly pass on the medical skills of Chinese medicine, inherit the unique knowledge for the saints, cure diseases and cure diseases, and relieve the suffering of the common people."

"However, nowadays Chinese medicine is black everywhere. There are too many people who don't understand Chinese medicine, and there are countless people who use the name of Chinese medicine to deceive and abduct. Therefore, I hope that the inheritors will use various platforms to promote orthodox Chinese medicine and tell the world what Chinese medicine is! "

"Use actions to tell the world whether Chinese medicine can cure diseases? How does Chinese medicine cure diseases! I hope the inheritors will become big bloggers on the Chinese medicine network who can cure diseases and cure diseases, promote Chinese medicine, and justify the name of Chinese medicine!"

Xu Yang was dumbfounded: "This...doesn't it make me a Chinese medicine net red?"

Xu Yang suddenly panicked, he wouldn't shout "Tiezhis, 666".

Xu Yang looked at the attribute panel, frowned and asked, "Why did you choose me?"

The system didn't answer, but a new line appeared instead!

"Drip... Newbie task: The inheritor registers an account on the online platform to promote Chinese medicine, manage it seriously, and when the number of fans reaches [-], start the learning module of famous Chinese medicine practitioners from teachers."

Xu Yang muttered with some doubts: "Account, one thousand followers?"

Xu Yang took out his mobile phone, he was at a loss for a moment, he didn't know how to do this kind of thing.Can't you be an orthodox Chinese medicine doctor?What kind of powder are you sucking?

Xu Yang thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone, and tried to send a text message to Zhang Ke.Zhang Ke understands these things, and she is currently operating Mingxintang's official WeChat account and Weibo account.

Zhang Ke was cooking at home at the moment, when he heard the phone ringing, Zhang Ke turned the shovel, took out the phone, and glanced at it.

Xu Dazhutou: "Coco, please tell me, how to make an online account quickly attract [-] fans?"

After Zhang Ke took a glance, he answered two words simply and neatly: "Swipe the ticket!"

Then put the phone in his pocket and continue cooking.

Xu Yang looked at the text message and was stunned. Is it that simple?

Xu Yang raised his head and looked at the attribute panel, he didn't seem to say no to swiping tickets?

Xu Yang hesitated for a moment, then went to Weibo to register an account, then went to a store that brushes data, chose a special package, and spent more than 200 yuan.Then the number of fans started to soar, reaching one thousand fans in a few minutes.

Xu Yang's heart is still a little empty...

"Drip." The system made a sound: "The microblog account of the test successor is 'Xu TCM', and the number of fans of the test account is 1004. The test is complete! The task is completed, and the rewards will start!"

Xu Yang was stunned, I'm going?This is all right?Why do you feel that this system is not very smart?

"Drip... Which faction do the inheritors want to follow first?"

Xu Yang was startled, the first thing he thought of was the dysmenorrhea patient in front.

"Drip... Traditional Chinese medicine and gynecology, the inheritance begins!"

Xu Yang raised his head in astonishment: "Are you so smart?"

"Start the learning module of famous old Chinese medicine practitioners with teachers, time: 1978; location: Xiyuan Hospital; time limit: one year. Start to shuttle..."

Chapter 3 Collective sense of honor

As if the soul was smashing down hard, Xu Yang felt that the picture in front of him trembled a few times, with some unreal shaking.

"Huh?" When the visual picture calmed down, Xu Yang suddenly found that the environment around him had changed. This was a conference room, and everyone was sitting together listening to the person in front of him. I don't know each other.

"You little comrades are all young doctors newly recruited by our hospital's gynecology department... In order to cultivate the growth of young doctors, we have a plan to help old and new doctors..."

Xu Yang looked around in a daze, and seemed to hear Dongfanghong on the radio outside...

Xu Yang cast his eyes on the face of the person who was talking in front of the stage, but he was immediately taken aback.

"Old Qian?" Xu Yang felt as if he had seen a ghost. Didn't Qian Lao died in 86?This... is he resurrected?

Has the old money come out?Dare I say I'm not dreaming?

Xu Yang lowered his head to look at his hand, without thinking much, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

There was a loud and clear sound of "snap", everyone was shocked, everyone looked at Xu Yang in astonishment, even Qian Lao who was speaking in front of the stage looked over in astonishment.

Everyone was stunned.

But Xu Yang's right face became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mr. Qian looked at Xu Yang strangely, and asked, "Comrade Xu Yang, what's wrong with you?"

"Hiss..." Xu Yang's face trembled, he took a breath, and just shot hard.

But this shot also completely woke him up!

The right side of Xu Yang's face was twitching slightly, he forcefully explained with a cheeky face: "I... hit a mosquito..."

Everyone present looked at each other.

Everyone frowned and searched: "Are there any mosquitoes?"

People in this era are very serious and serious. If you say you are beating mosquitoes, it means there are mosquitoes!

Xu Yang looked at them with some doubts, don't these people understand this rotten stalk?

"Wait, why am I here?" Xu Yang quickly closed his eyes again, but saw that the system in his mind was still there, and it was displayed on it.

Learning module of famous Chinese medicine practitioners with teachers - Inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine and gynecology.

Time: 1978

Location: Xiyuan Hospital

Time limit: one year

Countdown: 364 days 23 hours 55 minutes 34 seconds

Xu Yang was taken aback for a moment.

Xiyuan Hospital?

What the hell?

1978 years?

Old money?

TCM gynecology?

Xu Yang quickly turned his head and asked a young doctor wearing glasses sitting next to him, "Hey, is this Xiyuan Hospital?"

The young doctor replied softly, "It's not Xiyuan Hospital."

"Ah?" Xu Yang was taken aback.

The young doctor glanced at Xu Yang strangely: "Where else could it be?"

Xu Yang was speechless for a moment: "Do people of your generation like to play this kind of panting meme?"

"What?" The young doctor didn't understand what Xu Yang was talking about.

Xu Yang looked around blankly, and then touched the thick wooden table. Scientific common sense told him that all of this is impossible to exist, but his actual feelings told him that this is true!

Mr. Qian said in front of the stage: "Okay, don't whisper to each other and have a small meeting, listen carefully. Our old Chinese medicine plan is to bring an old Chinese doctor to a young Chinese medicine doctor. You have five young Chinese medicine practitioners here this time, so We have also arranged for five old Chinese medicine practitioners, and I am one of them. Next, I will announce the organization arrangement."

Several young Chinese medicine practitioners held their breath and were a little nervous, especially the young Chinese medicine practitioner sitting next to him, his face turned red.It is the same no matter what era Chinese medicine is, what kind of master you follow can really determine your future development.

"Teacher? I have a chance to follow the teacher?"

He didn't have a master to follow, but he didn't expect that the system would arrange for him to go to Xiyuan Hospital in 1978, and he would have a new plan with him.

What kind of person is Mr. Qian, a famous old Chinese doctor at the level of a great national player!The first of the eight famous contemporary gynecological doctors.

Born in the Guangxu period of the former Qing Dynasty, his ancestors practiced medicine for three generations. They are all famous doctors in Wuzhong, a real medical family.When he was young, he studied medicine with the son of the imperial physician of the former Qing Dynasty, and then he studied medicine with his father. At the age of 22, he hung the pot to help the world, and soon became famous in Suzhou. In 1955, Beijing was raised.

Xu Yang always thought that his future development was limited to the day when he was fired. His life was over, but he never thought that he would have such an opportunity now!

Xu Yang said that if he still had the opportunity to follow his teacher, he would definitely fight for it with all his might.Not to mention, this teacher might be Mr. Qian, this is Mr. Qian!

No Chinese hospital can give such luxurious treatment!

Mr. Qian began to read out the organizational arrangement: "Xu Xiaoqin, your teacher is our Dr. Li Yuan. Gao Huifen, your teacher is our Dr. Niu Yixiang..."

"No, I can't listen to the organization's arrangements. What if I'm not with Mr. Qian?" Xu Yang's heart tightened, and then he whispered: "System! System, can you arrange it?"

No one would like him!

There is no system to kill him!

Xu Yang raised his head and glanced at Mr. Qian, who was thinking about making plans, and suddenly became anxious. He hastily shouted in a low voice: "System! Hello, big internet celebrity? Android! Can't we operate it in a black box?"

Still no one cares about him!

Only the doctor wearing glasses next to him turned his head and looked at Xu Yang strangely. He didn't know what Xu Yang was muttering under his breath.

Xu Yang couldn't wait any longer, he stood up hastily, and shouted loudly: "Old Qian...er... Director..."

Mr. Qian stopped and looked at Xu Yang, he was a little puzzled: "Comrade Xu Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Yang's thoughts changed sharply: "I...I...I think I need to learn from you!"

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback. These days, it's all about collectivism. You have to obey the collective, obey the organization's distribution, and you can't talk about personal interests. Why do people still ask to learn from the director?

Elder Qian's expression darkened, and he said seriously, "Comrade Xu Yang, you must obey the organization's distribution! You must pay attention to the interests of the collective, and you cannot make demands yourself."

Xu Yang hurriedly said: "I... I just asked for it for the sake of the collective."

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Xu Yang in puzzlement.

Xu Yang hurriedly explained: "How much water a bucket can hold depends on the shortest board. And I am the worst one among the five of us, so I have to learn from the director. Our collective needs to make up for this board." short board."

"I'm not for myself, I'm for our collective." When Xu Yang thought of his tragic experience in the past six months, he couldn't help feeling sad, his eyes turned red, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Everyone stared blankly.

Xu Yang gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and threw his face away with a wave of his hand: "I know I'm useless, but I can't discredit us collectively... let alone discredit our hospital...I want to discredit the hospital... Be responsible, and even more responsible to patients, after all, I am also a doctor! So I must study hard!"

Xu Yang said that as long as there is another chance, he will fight for it with all his might, not to mention being shameless.

When everyone saw Xu Yang's sincere appearance, they were immediately moved.