Chapter 315: The Old Man Who Begs!

Yang Yi sneered and watched the group of foreigners walk out of the conference room like lost dogs, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a strange arc.

I don't know what kind of expression they will have when they have exhausted all the methods and instruments and cannot study the ingredients of the medicinal liquid? Yang Yi thought a little evilly.

"Yang Yi, did you really give them the medicinal liquid?" He Fuqiang asked suspiciously.

Based on his understanding of Yang Yi, it is impossible for Yang Yi to commit such a stupid act of killing chickens and taking eggs, but if it is not the real thing, how can those foreign experts believe it? Are they all stupid?

"It's true. Yang Yi looked at He Fuqiang with a smile, and said slowly: "It's just a diluted true medicine." ”

He Fuqiang looked at Yang Yi with some concern, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yang, I think you are still a little reckless in doing this thing." Don't underestimate the technology of Western countries, some of their medical devices are much more advanced than ours. In case ······"

"Don't worry, old man, there is no case. Yang Yi said firmly.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I made the medicine, if it was so easy for them to make it, then I wouldn't have to mix it up. Yang Yi's face was full of confidence.

This Zhiren Zhima may be such a strain in the world, although Yang Yi does not know the components of its blood. But he believes that these ingredients cannot be analyzed so easily. Even if they had analyzed it, it would not have been possible to synthesize a similar effect with chemicals. Just not now.

"Well, since you said that, then I won't say more. He Fuqiang let out a long breath. He sat back in his chair, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "Are you going back to Province J today?"

Yang Yi sat next to him and nodded with a smile.

"I advise you not to go back now. He Fuqiang retracted the smile on his face and said with a little solemnity.

"Why?"

He Fuqiang stared at Yang Yi with a stunned look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you know that you are already on the cusp? But have you ever wondered what people who don't want Chinese medicine to stand up will do? If you fall, Chinese medicine will fall with you? No matter what you think, at least that's what others think. Not to mention the domestic ones, they can't afford to make any waves. But abroad, as far as I know, Japan, the United States and several other countries have secretly sent killers to assassinate you. If you go back to Province J now, they will definitely follow them to Province J. Even if you don't have anything at that time, it's not easy to talk about your family. ”

Yang Yi's brows furrowed unconsciously. He said anxiously: "But I'm here, and no one can guarantee that those people will arrest my family and threaten me." If I'm in Province J, at least I'll be able to protect my family. ”

"Can you protect anytime and anywhere?" He Fuqiang looked at Yang Yi meaningfully.

Yang Yi was stunned, yes, by himself. But there are so many family and friends. How do you keep them safe? Do you want to gather them all together in the villa?

Seeing that Yang Yi didn't speak, He Fuqiang continued to take care of himself: "If you are here, at least most people's eyes will be on you. There's a lot less danger on your family's side, plus the people you've placed around them. It's enough to keep them safe. ”

Yang Yi knew that Old Man He Fuqiang was not alarmist.

For a long time, Western medicine has trampled Chinese medicine under its feet. Then in the huge market of Huaxia, Western medicine has no opponent, so it is rampant. The invasion of Western medicine in China is of great significance to Western countries. At worst, this is an invisible cultural invasion that wants to exterminate Chinese medicine, and to make the people accept Chinese medicine and accept their culture. Even to the end accept their rule. To put it mildly, the market in Huaxia has fattened many people who make a living from it, and they have become accustomed to reaching into Huaxia to get what they want. Yang Yi's sudden appearance completely disrupted their plans, which they absolutely could not tolerate.

It is reasonable to kill him.

Kyoto is not far from Province J, but it is not close, so there is no need for them to waste time and effort on people other than Yang Yi. What's more, if they dare to take on this task, it shows that they have the strength and confidence to kill Yangyi. Assassinate at least once, and if it does, go back and hand in the quest to get the reward. If that doesn't work, then consider other options.

Of course, Yang Yi did not allow them the opportunity to consider other methods.

"Well, I'll stay in Kyoto for a few days. After figuring out this, Yang Yi's heart was much more relaxed.

He is still very confident in his own strength.

"Hmm. He Fuqiang's face also had a smile on his face. "It's not convenient for you to stay in a hotel all the time. Why don't you stay at my house for a few days?"

Yang Yi thought about it and refused, although the old man's house was much safer, it was not what he wanted.

"Old man, you better let someone rent me a house far away from the city, the kind with a yard. Yang Yi had a weird smile on his face.

"Hmm. Although the old man didn't know what Yang Yi wanted to do, he was sure that Yang Yi had already thought of a way.

He Fuqiang didn't delay much, and directly handed over the matter of renting a house to Song Yanfeng. Song Yanfeng didn't delay too much, and made a few phone calls, saying that he had found two rooms outside the Eighth Ring Road. Ask when I can go to see it.

Yang Yi nodded and said that now, he is now considered homeless, so he must at least spend tonight first. Besides, Yang Yi had already thought of what kind of gifts to give to those distinguished guests.

There were more people living around a courtyard, and Yang Yi didn't dare to choose. It's another one that's more in line with Yangyi's mind, although the house is a little dilapidated, but at least it can still be lived. And there weren't many people living in the surrounding area, so Yang Yi paid a year's rent.

The landlord borrowed the money, handed the key to Yang Yi, and then left with a smile. After all, it's a remote place, and it's not so easy to rent it out.

Yang Yi asked Song Yanfeng to send him to the city again, and then let him go back to the city. After all, living in an empty room without eating, drinking, or talking about it. bought a large meal of daily necessities, and Yang Yi stuffed all the Nine Dragon Rings around the corner.

Yang Yi thought, fortunately, his quality is still okay, if he is a thief, it is estimated that they will not be able to find out if he steals half of the things in the supermarket.

After buying all the necessities of life, Yang Yi went to buy a few changes of clothes. Only then did he put his hands in his trouser pockets and swayed out of the mall.

"Wait a minute, lad. Just as Yang Yi was about to take a taxi, an old beggar on the side of the road stopped Yang Yi.

Yang Yi turned his head and glanced at the person suspiciously, the clothes on his body could no longer be called clothes, and he could only barely cover his body. And it's already dirty and glowing. Long hair covered the face, and the head was covered with weeds. From the bare hands full of wrinkles, Yang Yi could see that this was already a skinny old man. The old man was prostrate on the ground as in the movie, and there were some fragments of steel bills in the bowl in front of him. The only thing that surprised Yang Yi was the old man's eyes, although his hair was blocked, Yang Yi could still feel those two eyes that were like substance.

Yang Yi's heart was slightly sour. Walk up to the old man and squat down, regardless of the stench on the old man's body, he has to help the old man up. But the old man pushed Yang Yi away, looked at Yang Yi with a daze in his eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't you dislike me for stinking?"

Yang Yihun shook his head indifferently and said with a smile: "It's okay, just wash it." Old man, do you know me?"

"I don't know you. The old man shook his head slowly, and then said, "But I saw you on the big screen in the square. ”

Yang Yi was surprised.

Could it be that this old man is also a star chaser?

"Do you know Chinese medicine?" the old man asked with interest.

"A little. ”

"Can you cure cancer?"

"Hmm. ”

"What are the medicinal properties of psyllium?"

"The taste is sweet, and the sex is slightly cold. Return to the liver, kidneys, lungs, and small intestine meridians. Efficacy: Clearing heat and diuretic, dampness and drenching, brightening the eyes, and expelling phlegm. ”

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The old man asked several questions in a row, and Yang Yi answered them fluently. It's the most basic question, but it's not so easy to answer right away. The old man's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he looked at Yang Yi and nodded secretly.

"The old man also understands Chinese medicine?" Yang Yi became interested, so he simply sat side by side with the old man on the side of the road. From time to time, passers-by looked sideways at the two strange combinations of beggars.

"Chinese medicine is hard to live. The old man did not answer Yang Yi's question, but let out a long sigh with a lonely expression.

Yang Yi is more and more sure in his heart that this old man must have his own story.

"Old man, why are you ······ So?" Yang Yi asked, a little embarrassed.

"Why?" the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and muttered, "To live." Is there anything more important than being alive?"

Yang Yi was speechless. What could be more important than being alive? He didn't know, just didn't know yet.

Perhaps, being alive is more important than anything else.

"What about your family? don't they care about you?" Yang Yi asked with some embarrassment.

"I don't have a family. The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In the end, I didn't wait for Yang Yi to ask one by one. It's like pouring beans into a bamboo tube and telling Yang Yi about it.

Only then did Yang Yi know that many people felt wronged. But when they meet someone who is more wronged than themselves, they will know that there are others who are more wronged than themselves.

The old man's name was Zhong Lin. He used to be an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and like many people who love Chinese medicine, he also hopes that Chinese medicine will one day be able to stand up again, and he has worked hard for it. My hometown is in the Northeast, and I have a son in my hometown, and I haven't been in touch for more than ten years. He opened a clinic in Kyoto, and because the old man was very good at Chinese medicine, many people came to see him. Gradually, the clinic also opened. But just three years ago, a patient with a stab on the heart was sent to his clinic. By the time it arrived, the man was already dying, and he tried his best to save the man. In the end, the family had to say that it was his mistake that caused the death of the family. So a complaint took him to court, and the family seemed to have a good background. The judge at the time was bribed, so the court confiscated all his property. He was also ordered not to practice medicine in the future.

The matter did not end there, the family tried to find someone to beat him several times, and one of his legs was also broken. Because they don't have money to get medicine, the old man can only beg for a living.

"Bastard!" After being silent for a long time, Yang Yi finally couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

The old man looked at the blue sky lonely and said in a low voice: "Young man, you see, this sky is not as clear as it was many years ago. ”