The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

Li Quan quickly finished cleaning the room. This house was probably built by northern craftsmen. There was no bed in it, but an earthen kang.

Li Quan was overjoyed when he saw this, and got the permission of shopkeeper Liu to simmer the kang with firewood. At this time, Xie Yan also rested better, and the two went out to grab medicine and buy things together.

In the early years of the Republic of China, even in Hankou, which had been opened for more than [-] years, the shadows of the old society still remained everywhere in the lives of ordinary people. When talking about officials, they were still called masters, and they would kneel and kowtow at every turn, and they had a deep-rooted attachment to foreigners. exclusion.

Xie Yan and passers-by inquired about a medical clinic frequented by locals, and they walked there with Li Quan.

In fact, he doesn't want to see Chinese medicine for a disease like typhoid fever. Without him, the medicine is too bitter. However, Western medicine in this era is all in the concession, expensive and difficult to get in. He can only be prepared to hold his nose and drink medicine. .

The medical clinic has moved away from Furong Street, to the area where ordinary people live.Xie Yan and Li Quan pushed the door and walked in. The small house was groggy, and the lighting was not very good. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, but the fire was very hot, and people were hit by the heat wave as soon as they entered. Senseless.

However, the owner and doctor of the clinic seemed to have no time to entertain them at this time.

"Qi Xiuji! I sent you to study abroad in the land of foreigners. I want you to learn martial arts and martial arts, and I want you to enter the government to honor your ancestors! It's not for you to learn the deceitful tricks of foreigners to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors!"

The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket with a goatee was trembling all over, waving his arms up and down while cursing, stamping his feet from time to time if he thought it was not strong enough.

The person who was scolded by him seemed to be in his early twenties, wearing a white coat that Xie Yan was familiar with later generations, with fair skin, and his warm brows and eyes full of helplessness, quietly listening to the middle-aged man's scolding.

Qi Xiuji was really helpless at this time.

He is the heir of this medical clinic, and he received a new school education since he was a child. Three years ago, with the support of his grandfather, he went to Beijing to obtain a place to study in the United States, and went to study in the United States.

Originally, the subject he applied for was architecture, but after seeing the magic of Western medicine in the United States, Qi Xiuji, who was born in a medical family, immediately realized that he should bring Western medicine back to ordinary Chinese people.

So he resolutely abandoned the building to practice medicine, studied hard day and night for three years and finally achieved something. Taking advantage of the opportunity of Master Wen's return to China, he returned to Hankou together, planning to use what he learned to benefit his hometown.

Young Master Wen is the second youngest of the Wen family. His elder brother is studying in a military academy in England, and he himself is studying chemistry in the United States.

Qi Xiuji had met Young Master Wen several times when he was in the United States. Before meeting him, he thought he had worked hard enough, but Young Master Wen's diligence far surpassed him.The other party not only studied hard in chemistry, but also seized every opportunity to learn languages, and even secretly studied the local people's livelihood and politics in the United States, learning almost everything he saw.

Qi Xiuji admired Young Master Wen. On the way back to China in the special team of the other party, he talked about his idea of ​​using western medicine to treat ordinary Chinese people. Young Master Wen immediately said that he could give some help in terms of money and contacts. .

After returning home to pay respects to his ancestors, Qi Xiuji was concerned about the poor people who were sick near the Hankou Wharf, so he quickly went to Master Wen to prepare for the clinic, and it took several weeks to get all the equipment and medicines ready.

Unexpectedly, on the first day it opened, no one came into the clinic to see a doctor. Qi Xiuji sat in the diagnosis room, watching a group of people around the clinic door pointing at his white coat, like watching a juggler, helpless.

After a while, the news here somehow reached his father's ears, and Qi's father took pride in his face, so he came over and dragged him back to the hospital.

Qi Xiuji couldn't do anything with his father no matter what, he could only yell at the recruited assistant to take care of the clinic, and he came back with his father to explain.

Now it seems that the explanation has little effect. His father is very angry and still thinks that Western medicine is a deceptive thing...

"Father, there are people coming from the clinic, you should see them first." Qi Xiuji glanced at Xie Yan and Li Quan at the door from the corner of his eye, and decided to change the subject first.

"Hmph, since you are so capable, use your foreigner's stuff to treat you." Unexpectedly, Father Qi snorted coldly, and went straight back to sleep on the recliner behind the counter, as if he didn't want to care.

"..." Qi Xiuji knew that his father was trying to save him, so he was a little embarrassed.

He can use Western medicine to see a doctor; he really can't guarantee that he can use Western medicine to see a doctor in a Chinese medicine center, after all, there are no professional equipment and no medicine.

Qi Xiuji looked apologetically at Xie Yan and Li Quan, who had been affected by his innocence, and planned to apologize and persuade them to change to another clinic for treatment, but the pale boy suddenly staggered and nearly fainted.

"Ayan!" Li Quan was startled.

"I'm fine." Xie Yan shook her head, supporting Li Quan to stand up straight.

His current body is really too weak, the fire in the medical hall is too hot, and there is not much ventilation. The alternation of hot and cold and standing for a long time made him feel dizzy.

"Come and sit down." Qi Xiuji saw the problem, quickly took a stool for Xie Yan to sit down, and then turned to Li Quan, "Little brother, please open the door to let some air in."

Fresh air poured in through the crack of the door, Xie Yan took a few deep breaths, and finally felt better.

It was even more difficult to see Qi Xiuji. The young man's condition was very bad and he needed to be treated as soon as possible, but his father was still angry with him, forbidding him to leave and not seeing a doctor to prescribe a prescription.

"Mr. Qi Xiao is a western doctor?" Unexpectedly, the young man took the initiative to talk.

"Yes, I just came back from studying in the United States a few days ago." Qi Xiuji glanced at his father and replied.

Xie Yan had already guessed a thing or two from their conversation just now, but now hearing Qi Xiuji's confession, her eyes inevitably widened.

Chinese Western medicine in the early years of the Republic of China, this is an extremely scarce talent!

It's not that Xie Yan has an opinion on Chinese medicine, but that Western medicine is more suitable for many diseases, especially surgery and acute diseases. Besides, rare things are more expensive. Qi Xiuji may be the only Western medicine in Hankou's non-concession area.

As a famous commercial port in the late Qing Dynasty, Hankou had many foreigners, and it was not without modern hospitals.However, Xie Yan remembered that she once read a document. A Japanese scholar in the Republic of China made a statistic. Among the patients received by the Western Hospital in Hankou within a year, the Japanese were twice as many as the Chinese. Comparing the two The base number shows the Chinese people's rejection and distrust of Western medicine at that time.

Qi Xiuji didn't understand why the young man looked at him with hot eyes, and touched his neck uncomfortably.

Father Qi, who was lying on the recliner, noticed the situation here, and he was out of breath, and snorted coldly, "Your fake medicines from foreigners are just to deceive ignorant children."

"..." These words seemed to scold Xie Yan.

"Mr. Qi, you are from the Xinglin family and are proficient in Qihuang art. In my opinion, it is your existence that has protected the Chinese people for thousands of years." Xie Yan said calmly without getting angry.

"The responsibility lies." Qi's father didn't understand what Xie Yan meant by these words, but everyone liked compliments.

"Without a doctor, it is impossible to resist diseases. I have the art of Qihuang in Huaxia, so what about those foreigners?" Xie Yan continued to ask.

"Foreigners are not immortal. If their medical skills are a trick, how do foreigners survive after getting sick? After all, as far as the current situation is concerned, not only are there many of them, but they are also living very well."

In fact, Xie Yan’s words have a lot of factual loopholes and logical errors. Before the invention of modern medicine, the bloodletting system and bloodletting therapy of Westerners were not necessarily advanced. What is really advanced is not Western medicine compared with traditional Chinese medicine, but Modern medicine versus traditional medicine.

But casually talking about coaxing Father Qi is enough.

Qi Xiuji was stunned listening, feeling that Xie Yan could talk more than himself, but Qi's father obviously couldn't accept this statement for a while.

Without waiting for him to refute, Xie Yan continued, "Mr. Qi said just now that Mr. Qi Xiao was deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors. I have never studied medical skills, but I also know that a doctor must have a compassionate heart and put healing and saving people first. The purpose of Huaxia's medical skills is to cure patients."

"I believe that even a master of Xinglin like Mr. Qi would not dare to say that he can cure any disease. In this case, why don't you go to see if there is a cure for it in Western medicine and save more people? Mr. Qi Xiao Concentrating on treating diseases and saving people, studying western medicine and extracting its essence to supplement the deficiencies of traditional Chinese medicine, with a single heart, not only is it not deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, but it is actually respecting teachers and respecting the way!"

……

"well said!"

Xie Yan had just finished a long speech to help Qi Xiuji out of the siege, when suddenly he heard an old and loud voice behind him, and Qi's father immediately stood up from the reclining chair after hearing this voice.

"Father, why are you here in such a cold weather?" He almost tripped over the recliner.

Is it Qi Xiuji's grandfather?Seeing this, Xie Yan also wanted to get up, but the blood was blocked when she was sitting, and when she got up suddenly, she felt dizzy again.

Li Quan was distracted by the door, Xie Yan felt that he was about to fall, and wanted to grab something to stabilize his body, but in a daze, he waved his hand wildly, and grabbed someone's forearm.

The support in his hand was strong and strong, and a half-grown boy was suddenly hung on it, but he didn't shake at all. The next second, the owner of the forearm picked him up from his back and put him firmly on the ground.

Xie Yan shook her head, regained consciousness a little, raised her head to express her thanks, and suddenly saw the face of the Second Young Master Wen whom she had just met in the morning.

"..."

The author has something to say:

The proportions of Chinese and Japanese among the patients in Hankou Modern Hospital during the period of the Republic of China mentioned in this chapter are from real data.

Stone himself has seen both Chinese and Western medicine, and he is not biased towards both. All the opinions in the article are for the plot and are pure nonsense.