You don't understand the world of Chinese medicine

Even though the old man said that, it was more to teach his grandson how to behave than to really trust Tang Mingyuan.

After hearing the old man's words, although the young man still felt dissatisfied, he finally sat down and noticed that Tang Mingyuan and Chu Jin's appearance not only eased a lot, but everyone has a love for beauty. He will be more tolerant, but he can't bear Tang Mingyuan's attire, and his expression is a little tangled.Looking at Chu Jin again, there was some regret in her eyes,

Chu Jin said, "Bet on a painting."

The old man laughed and said, "What if you lose?"

"I have a pair of Ming Dynasty carved lotus cups." Chu Jin's face was calm, as if she didn't know the value of the pair of cups.

Dark engraved lotus cup?As soon as these words came out, the young man took a deep breath, and the old man's expression became serious.

Chu Jin asked, "What does the old man think?"

The old man said, "It's too precious."

"Things don't lie in their value." Chu Jin really didn't pay attention to these things, let alone he believed in Tang Mingyuan, "If the old man thinks it's valuable, how about adding a premise?"

The old man hesitated and said, "Okay."

Chu Jin said, "If we win, the old man will draw a picture according to our preferences."

"Grandpa!" The young man frowned and wanted to stop it. How many people begged his grandpa to draw a painting, but his grandpa refused to give it. If he lost, he would paint according to other people's ideas?

"Where did you come from, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth?" came over with a fawning voice, "Old Zheng, what a coincidence, Young Master Zheng."

It's really a coincidence that it was the middle-aged man who Tang Mingyuan said was sick just now. The man's face was full of surprises. He just saw this purple-haired boy and hated him for saying that he was sick, so he wanted to teach him a lesson. Fan, I didn't expect to meet Mr. Zheng, and that brat even spoke rudely to Mr. Zheng, giving him a chance to show off.

He came to the art exhibition this time entirely because of Mr. Zheng. He thought that he would have to spend more time and have a relationship with Mr. Zheng's grandson before he could meet Mr. Zheng. He didn't expect such good luck. There was a business at a critical moment, and the opponent had an advantage over him. To win that business, he had to find another way. Thanks to the high-level executive who he found out had the right to make decisions, he liked Zheng Lao's works very much, but it's a pity that Zheng Lao is rare now. Some works are lost.

The art exhibition of Mr. Zheng's grandson is the best opportunity. If you can find or buy Mr. Zheng's paintings, the business will be sure.

At this time, the middle-aged man was even grateful to Tang Mingyuan for his ignorance, which gave him the opportunity to show his face in front of Mr. Zheng.

Elder Zheng nodded his head as a response, but Young Master Zheng was a little dissatisfied. Even though he felt that Tang Mingyuan was sensationalizing, he couldn't even look down on the middle-aged man's flattery.

The middle-aged man doesn't care what other people think of him at all. He can get to where he is today because of his thick skin. When he asks for something, even if the other party spits in his face, he can smile and praise the other party for spitting well.

"Young people these days don't study and work hard, but they think of crooked ways." The middle-aged man reprimanded righteously, "It's because Mr. Zheng has a good temper and doesn't care about you. Someone else would have kicked you out long ago. "

Tang Mingyuan didn't even look at the middle-aged man. When he was a doctor with his master, he heard a lot of bad words. Some people even pointed at their noses and scolded their ancestors. The middle-aged man's words seemed to be indifferent After all, neither Tang Mingyuan nor Chu Jin put middle-aged men in their eyes, so they didn't care at all.

"How did Mr. Zheng think about it?" Tang Mingyuan smiled purely, "If I win, you will also guarantee your health. If I lose, you will get a pair of lotus cups. No matter what, you will take advantage of it."

Elder Zheng said, "So, I still have to thank you?"

Tang Mingyuan nodded without the slightest shame.

Elder Zheng was amused, "Okay, I'll bet with you."

Hearing what Tang Mingyuan said, Young Master Zheng didn't feel so contradictory anymore. If this person really has the ability to see where Grandpa's health is not good, they would have known about it in advance so they could treat Grandpa earlier. If not, there is nothing wrong with it. Loss, "If you win, as long as it is my work in this exhibition, you can choose any one."

Because there are paintings of his father and grandfather in the exhibition, Zheng Shao deliberately added a prefix.

Zheng Shao likes beautiful things very much, otherwise he would not have embarked on the road of art. Looking at Chu Jin's appearance, he thought for a while and said, "Even if you lose, as long as you apologize, I will give you a gift." of a painting."

He felt that he was enough to take care of these two young people, but he didn't expect that both Tang Mingyuan and Chu Jin looked down on his works.

The middle-aged man flashed his eyes and said, "Young Master Zheng, don't be fooled by them. I heard them say that Young Master Zheng's works are not good just now. We had a quarrel because of this matter." He secretly changed the concept , stepped on Tang Mingyuan and the two to please the grandparents of the Zheng family.

Zheng Shao was stunned for a moment, a little bit annoyed, compared to him, he hated middle-aged men who talked nonsense.

Elder Zheng asked curiously, "What did you say?"

Tang Mingyuan didn't mean to hide it, let alone the embarrassment of being told, "I said that I prefer positive content."

Elder Zheng said, "What do you think is wrong with my grandson's work?"

"Young people don't know how to feel sad." Tang Mingyuan saved face for Mr. Zheng, and didn't directly say that Zheng Shao's paintings are simply moaning without illness.

Mr. Zheng showed a smile on his face and said, "What disease do you think I have?"

Tang Mingyuan said, "Old Zheng, did you fall last year?"

Elder Zheng frowned, thought for a while and said, "It seems to be the case."

Zheng Shao asked anxiously, "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me? Did you fall seriously?"

"It's nothing." Mr. Zheng said with a smile, "If this little brother hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it. At that time, I accidentally dropped my things when I was packing up. It hurt a little at the time, and it will be fine after a while. Even your father doesn't know about this, how did you find out, little brother?"

The middle-aged man was a little anxious, but he stood aside but couldn't say anything. He rubbed his nose. Recently, he always felt uncomfortable in his nose, as if there was something in it.

"I can tell." Tang Mingyuan said, "I'll give Mr. Zheng a pulse."

Elder Zheng stretched out his arm without hesitation, and even Young Master Zheng didn't say a word. This man said something that even his father and son didn't know. Could it be that he really has some skills?

In fact, what Tang Mingyuan said first was for this effect, to calm people down first, and then the rest would be easy to handle.

Chu Jin sat on the side, with a slight smile in his eyes. He liked to see his Xiaoyuan, who was proud of himself but wanted to show calm and indifferent, sullen and cute.

"Left hand." Tang Mingyuan had actually confirmed Elder Zheng's situation, but he was most afraid of being sloppy when he was seeing a doctor.

Mr. Zheng changed his left hand.

Although Tang Mingyuan was young, he followed his master to see patients since he was a child, and his posture was very convincing, especially when he was seeing people, his expression was calm and serious, making people unconsciously ignore his age and appearance. Now, on the contrary, he has the temperament of an ancient doctor.

"Internal injuries are not serious. I'll prescribe a prescription for you to follow when you go home." Tang Mingyuan confirmed his thoughts and said, "Or you can find another traditional Chinese medicine hospital."

Mr. Zheng didn't say whether he believed it or not, "Tell me about my situation."

Tang Mingyuan said, "This kind of internal injury is usually caused by a fall or bump, and you don't notice it at the beginning. After a long time, you suddenly feel pain. I'm afraid the injured person will feel baffled, because the surface of this kind of injury is not touched. There will be pain, and you will only feel it when you press hard, or cough and inhale to restrain the pain, and if the Qi is reversed and the blood stagnates for a long time, I am afraid that it will be replaced by stagnant poison."

"Internal injury?" The middle-aged man thought Tang Mingyuan was really an expert at first, but after hearing what he said, he found it ridiculous. Looking at his strangely colored hair and attire, the dissatisfaction on Zheng Shao's face and the anger of being fooled, He directly opened his mouth and taunted, "Still poisoned? I didn't know that I could be poisoned if I fell it. Kid, have you watched too many martial arts dramas?"

The middle-aged man felt complacent, and could only blame these two for their bad luck, but he was no longer angry just now, and stepped on them purely to please the grandparents of the Zheng family.

"Uncle, if you are uneducated, don't talk less." Tang Mingyuan replied, and then explained to Mr. Zheng, "Blocking poison is a disease caused by the blockage of qi and blood."

Zheng Shao said, "What you said is in the clouds, who knows if it is true or not? Besides, my grandfather just had a physical examination in the hospital a few days ago and nothing happened. You can tell that he has internal injuries by taking a pulse? Don't you think I am better than those imported instruments? If Chinese medicine is really so amazing, why do everyone like to see Western medicine?"

"Could it be that Zheng Shao has been abroad for a few years, and he denied what his ancestors left?" Tang Mingyuan sneered, questioning him, denying him, but not denying Chinese medicine. The loneliness of Chinese medicine is not because Chinese medicine is worse than Western medicine, but because Chinese medicine It is too difficult to pass on the inheritance, and it is too difficult to get ahead, requiring a lot of time and experience.

Chu Jin said, "Then wait for Mr. Zheng to confirm, and then fulfill the bet."

"Who knows if you can't afford to lose and plan to run away." The middle-aged man sneered and said, "The things left by our ancestors are all ruined by liars like you."

I don't know if it's because of their argument or because of Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zheng. Many people surrounded them unknowingly.

Mr. Zheng frowned. He felt that the middle-aged man was a bit too much, "Xiao Xiang, go and get my "Autumn Leaves Picture"."

Zheng Shao said, "Grandpa, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Zheng ignored his grandson, but looked at Tang Mingyuan and said with a gentle attitude, "Thank you, little brother. I will go to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to check. "Autumn Leaves" is my thank you gift for the two of you."

A bit of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man. After thinking about it, if they really took the painting, it would be better to buy it from these two people. Judging by their clothes, they don’t look like they are rich. Mr. Zheng asked for simplicity and convenience.

"No need." Tang Mingyuan refused without hesitation, "We'll wait until Mr. Zheng is sure."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened when he heard the words, anxious and angry in his heart, he wished he could press Tang Mingyuan's head to make him agree, Zheng Shao sneered, "You are really confident." He felt that these two people would not die until the Yellow River.