Gu Qingzhou and He Mengde chatted.

They talked about the future of Chinese medicine.

It has been many years since the crusade against traditional Chinese medicine, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing: it is forbidden for traditional Chinese medicine to open schools and apply for the construction of public traditional Chinese medicine hospitals.

"First of all, it was forbidden to open schools, which fundamentally cut off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; In addition, the state does not subsidize the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes traditional Chinese medicine even more difficult. Gu Qingzhou said, "As soon as this decree is promulgated, our truly dark days will come." ”

He Mengde's face was also covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Qingzhou said: "I will find a way." ”

There may not be a way, but it can always give other peers a way to live.

He Mengde bowed his head.

The two of them discussed a lot again.

"Uncle, I want to make all my master's medical skills public and pass them on; We left twenty kinds of his prescriptions as secret medicines, after all, Western medicine also has privileged medicines, and it is impossible to really disclose all of them.

The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare they are, are all released and handed over to the students for research to promote the development of Chinese medicine. Gu Qingzhou said.

He Mengde's eyes lit up.

"If you say that, I'll be more acceptable." He Mengde smiled, "You should keep a few points, and you can't release them all." ”

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

Finally, He Mengde talked about a very important matter.

"On the other side of East Street, there is a small clinic of Western medicine, which was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He Mengde said, "The business of our Baicao Hall is about to drop again, and whether we can return to the cost is two words." Qingzhou, do you have an idea? ”

Gu Qingzhou didn't know this.

"Is it already open?" She asked.

He Mengde said: "It's been open for half a month, and I've always wanted to tell you, but then I got slightly sick, and I forgot about it." ”

Gu Qingzhou's intelligence doesn't pay attention to these, so she doesn't know.

"It's okay, they do theirs, we do ours." Gu Qingzhou said.

It's just, it's so close, one in China and one in the west, is this a ring?

The other party knew that there was a big Chinese medicine shop on Ping'an West Street, and opened a Western medicine clinic on West Street two streets away, which was quite a squeeze for Chinese medicine.

"Is it British?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

He Mengde shook his head: "It's Chinese, and my hometown used to be Yuecheng." ”

"It's also remarkable that he has been able to practice medicine in the UK for many years." Gu Qingzhou said.

He Mengde thought about it, it was true.

Foreigners are superior to Chinese people, but Chinese are dwarves when they go out.

The hospital saves lives and helps the wounded, and this doctor can practice medicine in the UK for many years, which is also a powerful character.

Since it is so close, if it can be united

Gu Qingzhou thought about it, thinking that the meal should be eaten bite by bite, starting from the streets of the old city, it should be a beginning.

"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic, what's the doctor's last name?"

"The surname is Song." He Mengde said.

As he spoke, a voice came from outside.

The footsteps of the child, Dong Dong Dong ran in, it was the youngest child of the He family, named He Wen.

He Mengde patted his youngest son's head: "Go out and play." ”

The child came to Gu Qingzhou's side.

Gu Qingzhou picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

"Sister, give!" He Wen handed a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.

The paper was full of words.

Gu Qingzhou was stunned.

"Why did you give it to me?" She was surprised and asked He Wen with a smile.

He Wendao: "There are words, medical words, the same divine doctor as my sister, writing my sister!" ”

Gu Qingzhou smiled, there was a place in his heart, which was incredibly soft.

She has been very fond of children lately, and her innocent words have put her in a very good mood.

He Mengde was also curious.

Gu Qingzhou held the child in one hand and opened the paper with the other.

After reading it, her face was silent, still smiling, but she handed the paper to He Mengde.

He Mengde's face changed.

"I'll go out and see!" He Mengde angrily took the paper and walked out.

Gu Qingzhou was still teasing He Wen and asked him, "How do you know words?" ”

"Sister taught?"

"Which sister taught it? What about your two sisters? Gu Qingzhou said with a smile.

He Wen said: "Eldest sister! ”

"What else do you know?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

He Wen told her bit by bit.

Gu Qingzhou was teasing the child here, but Yu Guang glanced outside, and the two young men also went out.

Soon, He Mengde came back with a lot of paper.

He Wen was also impatient and wanted to go down to the ground to play, so Gu Qingzhou let him go.

As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.

"Look at Qingzhou, they are too much!" He Mengde's face flushed with anger.

This is a flyer.

This leaflet says: "Pay attention to hygiene every day, see Western medicine for headaches and brain fever, and don't foolishly believe in traditional Chinese medicine, delay illness and be cheated of money." ”

Then, below is the address of the western medicine clinic.

"This street is all plastered." He Mengde was very angry.

Gu Qingzhou looked at it.

This is not just to promote the newly opened Western medicine clinics, but also to step on the Chinese medicine down.

After all, scolding Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays, and stepping on it like this makes them seem to be fashionable, know China's national conditions, and can penetrate into the hearts of the people.

"It's too much, I'm going to theorize!" He Mengde no longer had a good temper, and he was angry, "We didn't attack them. ”

"I'm going to say it." Gu Qingzhou's coquettish eyebrows and eyes also added a layer of coldness, "It's just that it's better to settle the dispute, so don't come to the door with great fanfare, make an appointment with the teahouse, and invite Doctor Song to come over for a cup of tea." ”

Saying that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her name card and go to Dr. Song from the Western Medicine Clinic on Ping'an East Street.

Dr. Song had just left the operating room.

His small surgical clinic is fully functional.

A wife committed suicide by swallowing gold, and Chinese medicine had no choice, so the church hospital did not dare to go and sent it to Dr. Song.

In this kind of surgery, Dr. Song was very skillful in removing the gold nuggets in the stomach of the patient, and he was busy for more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation.

"Don't be so stupid in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "It's not that you can't get a divorce now?" Your ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not a tool for death. ”

The patient was still under anesthesia, and Dr. Song's words were almost muttering.

They had just been resting for half an hour when an adjutant who was a soldier walked in and startled the nurses.

"Young lady, please go to the teahouse on West Street and sit down." Adjutant said.

With that, he turned around and left.

Young lady?

Dr. Song sneered at the corner of his lips, he opened a clinic here, but he studied all around.

Knowing that Ho's Baicaotang had a relationship with the military government, Dr. Song still dared to open the clinic here, just because it was the ancestral home of his wife's mother's family, which covered a large area and could save some of the expenses.

If you go to buy such a large shop and floor, the price will be too high.

"I'd like to see." Dr. Song disagreed.

He washed his hands and changed his clothes, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, brought glasses, and prepared to go to the appointment.

It's a short walk away.

His two youngest sons were fighting at the door, and the youngest five-year-old one bumped into Dr. Song at once.

"Daddy, it hurts." The youngest son said.

Dr. Song smiled: "Did it hurt you?" ”

The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I'm in so much pain." ”

"Where does it hurt?" Dr. Song asked again, frowning, thinking about taking the child to the big church hospital for a check-up.

The youngest son has been complaining about pain recently, and Dr. Song is a surgeon, so he took an X-ray of the child, and he didn't eat any foreign metal into his stomach.

He is a doctor himself, but he does not understand pediatrics.

The child just muttered about the pain in his mouth, and when the pain was over, he should eat and drink, and there was no problem at all, Mrs. Song said: "The child listens to the patient crying out for pain every day, and learns to speak, and wants to attract the attention of adults." ”

Mrs. said so, Dr. Song has a patient here, and he is not available, so he didn't take it seriously.

Today I heard the child complain of pain again.

He picked it up and asked his son, "Where do you hurt?" ”

There seemed to be no painful expression on the child's face, and he twisted his body a few times to get off the ground, then turned around and played with his brother again.

It's very lively, and I don't think he hurts anywhere.

Doctor Song shook his head: "Illness and pain can make people anxious, Xiao Nan really doesn't see where the anxiety is." ”

He thought about it, then put his mind at ease and turned around and went to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, the young man knew him: "It's Dr. Song, right?" ”

Dr. Song was slightly surprised and nodded.

"Please, the young lady and the shopkeeper He are in the private room on the second floor." The young man said.

Dr. Song followed the young man upstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw He Mengde: wearing a green cloth satin gown, elegant and elegant, a bit like the shopkeeper in the former Qing Dynasty.

"This guy is not bad." Dr. Song thought to himself, "It's a bit like Chinese medicine." ”

It's not a thief's eyebrows, it's not a fat head and big ears, so Dr. Song's first impression of He Mengde is not bad.

Then, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.

The young lady of the military government, she was wearing a moon-white cheongsam and a long tassel shawl of the same color, and her skin was whiter than snow.

After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't look at Qingzhou's face carefully, he only felt that his temperament was noble and his demeanor was graceful, and people didn't dare to underestimate it at first glance.

"What shopkeeper, young lady, I don't know if you two have anything to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he got straight to the point.

He Mengde glanced at Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou spoke: "Doctor Song, this is a single page of your clinic, right?" ”

Dr. Song did not deny it.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Song asked.

"We are running a Chinese medicine shop, Doctor Song, are you provoking you to slander Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingzhou's eyebrows widened, and he asked solemnly.

Her momentum was suddenly suppressed, making Dr. Song subconsciously feel awe.

Doctor Song came back to his senses, his attitude was also cold and arrogant, and he was not afraid of power: "Young lady, this is not my words, but the words of the Minister of Military Affairs of the Political Department. ”

After that, Dr. Song took out a newspaper and handed it to Gu Qingzhou: "This is what Minister Wu said to the teachers and students of the university when he inspected Jinling Medical University in February, Chinese medicine is backward and ignorant, and the dross should be eliminated!" ”

Nowadays, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is in line with public opinion, and it is a very correct political attitude.

"Young lady, may I ask what is wrong with the speeches of government officials written on this single page?" Doctor Song looked at Gu Qingzhou and Shopkeeper He coldly, and endless disdain rose in his heart.

Chinese medicine shop?

You two liars!

(三七 Chinese.)