Chapter 489: dad, I'sm in pain
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Gu Qingzhou talks with he mengde.
They talked about the future of traditional Chinese medicine.
It has been many years since the crusade against TCM, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing side: forbid TCM to open schools, forbid applying for public TCM hospitals.
"First, it is forbidden to set up schools, which fundamentally cut off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; second, the state does not support the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes traditional Chinese medicine more difficult." Gu Qingzhou said, "as soon as this law is promulgated, our really dark days will come."
He mengde's face was also covered with frost.
"I will find a way," Gu said
There is not necessarily a way, but there is always a way for other colleagues.
He mengde nodded.
The two discussed a lot.
"Uncle, I want to make all my master's medical skills public and impart them to others. We have left 20 prescriptions as secret prescriptions. After all, western medicine also has special privileges. It's impossible to make all of them public.
The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare they are, will all be released and handed over to the students for research, so as to promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. " Gu Qingzhou road.
He mengde's eyes brightened.
"If you say that, I can accept it." He mengde said with a smile, "we should keep some points, not all of them."
Gu Qingzhou nods.
At last, he mengde talked about a very important thing.
"On the East Street, a small western medicine clinic was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He mengde said, "the business of our herbal hall is going down again. Can we go back to the original. Do you have an idea, Canoe? "
Gu Qingzhou doesn't know that.
"Is it already open?" She asked.
He mengde said: "it's been half a month since the opening. I've always wanted to tell you that I was a little sick and I forgot again."
Gu Qingzhou doesn't pay attention to the information, so she doesn't know.
"It's all right. They do theirs. We do ours." Gu Qingzhou road.
Just, so close, one middle school and one west school, is this a challenge arena?
The other side knew that there was a large traditional Chinese medicine shop in Ping'an West Street, and also opened the western medicine clinic in the West Street two blocks away, which meant to crush the traditional Chinese medicine.
"Is it English?" Asked Gu Qingzhou.
He mengde shook his head: "it's Chinese. My hometown used to be Yuecheng."
"It's amazing that he can practice medicine in England for many years." Gu Qingzhou road.
He mengde thinks about it, it is.
Foreigners are superior when they come to China, but when Chinese go out, they are dwarfs.
The doctor, who has been practising in the UK for many years, is also a powerful role.
Since it's so close to you, if you can join hands with you to think about your mind and eat every meal, you should start from the streets of the old city.
"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic. What's the doctor's surname?"
"Surname song." He mengde said.
Just then, there was a voice outside.
Children's footsteps, Dong Dong ran in. It's the youngest child of his family. His name is he Wen.
He mengde patted his little son's head: "go out and play."
But the child came to Gu's side.
Gu picked him up and let him sit on his leg.
"Sister, here you are!" He wen hands a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.
The paper is full of words.
Gu Qingzhou is stunned.
"Why give it to me?" She was surprised and asked he wen with a smile.
He Wen said: "there are words, medical words, and sisters of the same doctor, write sister's!"
Gu Qingzhou laughs. There's a place in his heart. It's incredibly soft.
She likes children very much recently. Childlike words make her in a good mood.
He mengde is also curious.
Gu Qingzhou holds the child in one hand and opens the paper in the other.
After reading it, she was still smiling, but handed the paper to he mengde.
He mengde changed his face.
"I'll go out and have a look!" He mengde angrily took the paper and went out.
Gu Qingzhou is still teasing He Wen and asks him, "how do you know the characters?"
"Taught by elder sister?"
"Which elder sister taught it? You two sisters. " Gu chuckled.
He Wen said, "elder sister!"
"What else do you know?" Gu asked again.
He Wen told her little by little.
Gu Qingzhou teases the children here, but Yu Guang glances outside, and the two guys follow him out.
Soon, he mengde came back with a lot of paper.
He Wen is impatient. If he wants to go down to play, Gu Qingzhou will let him go.
As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.
"Take a look at the boat. They are too much!" He mengde blushed with anger.
This is a leaflet page.
This single page said: "pay attention to hygiene in daily life, see Western medicine for headache and fever, do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine foolishly, delay illness and be cheated."
Then, here is the address of the western medicine clinic.
"This street is full of stickers." He mengde was angry.
Gu Qingzhou looks at it.
This is not only to publicize the new western medicine clinic, but also to trample on the traditional Chinese medicine.
After all, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays. Such a step shows that they are fashionable, aware of China's national conditions, and able to penetrate the hearts of the people.
"That's too much. I'm going to theorize!" He mengde no longer had a good temper. He became angry. "We didn't attack them."
"To say it." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows and eyes add a layer of biting, "but it's better for enemies to get rid of the knot, so don't come to the door in a big way. Ask doctor song to come over and have a cup of tea."
With that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and invite Dr. Song from the western medicine clinic on Ping'an East Street.
Dr. Song has just left the operating room.
His small surgical clinic is fully functional.
A wife committed suicide by swallowing gold. Traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help it. The church hospital didn't dare to go and sent it to Dr. Song.
In this kind of surgery, Dr. song skillfully took out the gold nugget from the stomach for the patient. He was busy for more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation.
"Don't be such a fool in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "isn't it impossible to divorce now? This ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not the tool of death. "
The patient is still under anesthesia. Doctor song's words are almost mumbling to himself.
After just half an hour's rest, an adjutant came in and scared the nurses.
"Young lady, please go to the teahouse on West Street to have a seat." The Deputy road.
Then he turned and left.
Young lady?
Doctor song chuckled. He started a clinic here, but he studied it all around.
Knowing that he's herbal hall has something to do with the military government, Dr. Song still dares to open the clinic here, so the place is his wife's ancestral home, which covers a large area and can save some expenses.
It's too expensive to buy such a large shop and floor.
"I'd like to see it." Doctor song doesn't think so.
He washed his hands, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, brought glasses and was ready to go to the appointment.
It's just a few steps away.
His two little sons were fighting at the door. The youngest one was five years old. He suddenly hit Dr. Song.
"Dad, it hurts." Children's way.
Dr. Song smiled: "it hurts you?"
The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I'm in pain."
"Where does it hurt?" Doctor song asked again, frowning and thinking of taking the child to a large church hospital for an examination.
The youngest son recently complained of pain. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He gave the child an X-ray and didn't eat any foreign body or metal.
He is a doctor himself, but he doesn't know pediatrics.
The child just mumbles the pain on his mouth. When the pain is over, he should eat it and drink it. There is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said, "every day, the child listens to the patient's cry of pain and learns to talk. He wants to attract the attention of adults."
The wife said so. Dr. Song has another patient here. He is not free, so he doesn't take it seriously.
Today, I heard the pain again.
He picked it up and asked his son, "where do you hurt?"
There seemed to be no expression of pain on the child's face. He twisted his body to get down to the ground and turned around to play with his brother again.
It's lively. I don't think it hurts.
Doctor song shook his head: "sick and painful will make people anxious and uneasy. Xiao Nan really didn't see where the anxiety was."
When he thought about it, he let go and turned to the teahouse.
As soon as I entered the door, I knew him: "is it Dr. Song?"
Doctor song was slightly surprised and nodded.
"Young lady and shopkeeper he are on the second floor, please." The lad said.
Doctor song followed the boy upstairs.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw he mengde: he mengde was dressed in a long green cloth and satin gown, elegant and gentle, a little like the shopkeeper of the pre Qing Dynasty.
"That's a nice man, too." Dr. Song thought, "it's a little like traditional Chinese medicine."
It's not a thief's eyes, it's not a fat head and a big ear. Dr. Song's first impression on he mengde is not bad.
Later, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.
The young lady of the military government, wearing a white cheongsam and a long tassel Cape of the same color, has a white skin.
After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't pay close attention to the face of the boat either. He only felt noble and dignified, which made people dare not look down upon.
"Innkeeper he, young lady, I wonder if you two have something to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he got to the point.
He mengde looked at the light boat.
Gu Qingzhou said, "Dr. Song, is this the single page of your clinic?"
Dr song did not deny it.
"What's the matter?" Dr song asked.
"We run a Chinese medicine shop. Are you provoking Dr. Song to slander Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingjun asked in awe.
Her momentum, suddenly down, let Dr. Song subconsciously awe.
Dr. Song's attitude was cold and arrogant, and he did not fear power: "little madam, this is not my words, but the words of Minister Wu 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 all the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University in February when he inspected the University. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and stupid, and dross should be eliminated!"
It is a very correct political attitude to call TCM names in response to the public opinion.
"Young madam, what's wrong with the speech of government officials written on my single page?" Doctor song looked at Gu Qingzhou and manager he coldly, and there was endless contempt in his heart.
Traditional Chinese medicine shop?
You two liars!
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Gu Qingzhou talks with he mengde.
They talked about the future of traditional Chinese medicine.
It has been many years since the crusade against TCM, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing side: forbid TCM to open schools, forbid applying for public TCM hospitals.
"First, it is forbidden to set up schools, which fundamentally cut off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; second, the state does not support the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes traditional Chinese medicine more difficult." Gu Qingzhou said, "as soon as this law is promulgated, our really dark days will come."
He mengde's face was also covered with frost.
"I will find a way," Gu said
There is not necessarily a way, but there is always a way for other colleagues.
He mengde nodded.
The two discussed a lot.
"Uncle, I want to make all my master's medical skills public and impart them to others. We have left 20 prescriptions as secret prescriptions. After all, western medicine also has special privileges. It's impossible to make all of them public.
The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare they are, will all be released and handed over to the students for research, so as to promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. " Gu Qingzhou road.
He mengde's eyes brightened.
"If you say that, I can accept it." He mengde said with a smile, "we should keep some points, not all of them."
Gu Qingzhou nods.
At last, he mengde talked about a very important thing.
"On the East Street, a small western medicine clinic was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He mengde said, "the business of our herbal hall is going down again. Can we go back to the original. Do you have an idea, Canoe? "
Gu Qingzhou doesn't know that.
"Is it already open?" She asked.
He mengde said: "it's been half a month since the opening. I've always wanted to tell you that I was a little sick and I forgot again."
Gu Qingzhou doesn't pay attention to the information, so she doesn't know.
"It's all right. They do theirs. We do ours." Gu Qingzhou road.
Just, so close, one middle school and one west school, is this a challenge arena?
The other side knew that there was a large traditional Chinese medicine shop in Ping'an West Street, and also opened the western medicine clinic in the West Street two blocks away, which meant to crush the traditional Chinese medicine.
"Is it English?" Asked Gu Qingzhou.
He mengde shook his head: "it's Chinese. My hometown used to be Yuecheng."
"It's amazing that he can practice medicine in England for many years." Gu Qingzhou road.
He mengde thinks about it, it is.
Foreigners are superior when they come to China, but when Chinese go out, they are dwarfs.
The doctor, who has been practising in the UK for many years, is also a powerful role.
Since it's so close to you, if you can join hands with you to think about your mind and eat every meal, you should start from the streets of the old city.
"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic. What's the doctor's surname?"
"Surname song." He mengde said.
Just then, there was a voice outside.
Children's footsteps, Dong Dong ran in. It's the youngest child of his family. His name is he Wen.
He mengde patted his little son's head: "go out and play."
But the child came to Gu's side.
Gu picked him up and let him sit on his leg.
"Sister, here you are!" He wen hands a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.
The paper is full of words.
Gu Qingzhou is stunned.
"Why give it to me?" She was surprised and asked he wen with a smile.
He Wen said: "there are words, medical words, and sisters of the same doctor, write sister's!"
Gu Qingzhou laughs. There's a place in his heart. It's incredibly soft.
She likes children very much recently. Childlike words make her in a good mood.
He mengde is also curious.
Gu Qingzhou holds the child in one hand and opens the paper in the other.
After reading it, she was still smiling, but handed the paper to he mengde.
He mengde changed his face.
"I'll go out and have a look!" He mengde angrily took the paper and went out.
Gu Qingzhou is still teasing He Wen and asks him, "how do you know the characters?"
"Taught by elder sister?"
"Which elder sister taught it? You two sisters. " Gu chuckled.
He Wen said, "elder sister!"
"What else do you know?" Gu asked again.
He Wen told her little by little.
Gu Qingzhou teases the children here, but Yu Guang glances outside, and the two guys follow him out.
Soon, he mengde came back with a lot of paper.
He Wen is impatient. If he wants to go down to play, Gu Qingzhou will let him go.
As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.
"Take a look at the boat. They are too much!" He mengde blushed with anger.
This is a leaflet page.
This single page said: "pay attention to hygiene in daily life, see Western medicine for headache and fever, do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine foolishly, delay illness and be cheated."
Then, here is the address of the western medicine clinic.
"This street is full of stickers." He mengde was angry.
Gu Qingzhou looks at it.
This is not only to publicize the new western medicine clinic, but also to trample on the traditional Chinese medicine.
After all, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays. Such a step shows that they are fashionable, aware of China's national conditions, and able to penetrate the hearts of the people.
"That's too much. I'm going to theorize!" He mengde no longer had a good temper. He became angry. "We didn't attack them."
"To say it." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows and eyes add a layer of biting, "but it's better for enemies to get rid of the knot, so don't come to the door in a big way. Ask doctor song to come over and have a cup of tea."
With that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and invite Dr. Song from the western medicine clinic on Ping'an East Street.
Dr. Song has just left the operating room.
His small surgical clinic is fully functional.
A wife committed suicide by swallowing gold. Traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help it. The church hospital didn't dare to go and sent it to Dr. Song.
In this kind of surgery, Dr. song skillfully took out the gold nugget from the stomach for the patient. He was busy for more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation.
"Don't be such a fool in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "isn't it impossible to divorce now? This ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not the tool of death. "
The patient is still under anesthesia. Doctor song's words are almost mumbling to himself.
After just half an hour's rest, an adjutant came in and scared the nurses.
"Young lady, please go to the teahouse on West Street to have a seat." The Deputy road.
Then he turned and left.
Young lady?
Doctor song chuckled. He started a clinic here, but he studied it all around.
Knowing that he's herbal hall has something to do with the military government, Dr. Song still dares to open the clinic here, so the place is his wife's ancestral home, which covers a large area and can save some expenses.
It's too expensive to buy such a large shop and floor.
"I'd like to see it." Doctor song doesn't think so.
He washed his hands, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, brought glasses and was ready to go to the appointment.
It's just a few steps away.
His two little sons were fighting at the door. The youngest one was five years old. He suddenly hit Dr. Song.
"Dad, it hurts." Children's way.
Dr. Song smiled: "it hurts you?"
The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I'm in pain."
"Where does it hurt?" Doctor song asked again, frowning and thinking of taking the child to a large church hospital for an examination.
The youngest son recently complained of pain. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He gave the child an X-ray and didn't eat any foreign body or metal.
He is a doctor himself, but he doesn't know pediatrics.
The child just mumbles the pain on his mouth. When the pain is over, he should eat it and drink it. There is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said, "every day, the child listens to the patient's cry of pain and learns to talk. He wants to attract the attention of adults."
The wife said so. Dr. Song has another patient here. He is not free, so he doesn't take it seriously.
Today, I heard the pain again.
He picked it up and asked his son, "where do you hurt?"
There seemed to be no expression of pain on the child's face. He twisted his body to get down to the ground and turned around to play with his brother again.
It's lively. I don't think it hurts.
Doctor song shook his head: "sick and painful will make people anxious and uneasy. Xiao Nan really didn't see where the anxiety was."
When he thought about it, he let go and turned to the teahouse.
As soon as I entered the door, I knew him: "is it Dr. Song?"
Doctor song was slightly surprised and nodded.
"Young lady and shopkeeper he are on the second floor, please." The lad said.
Doctor song followed the boy upstairs.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw he mengde: he mengde was dressed in a long green cloth and satin gown, elegant and gentle, a little like the shopkeeper of the pre Qing Dynasty.
"That's a nice man, too." Dr. Song thought, "it's a little like traditional Chinese medicine."
It's not a thief's eyes, it's not a fat head and a big ear. Dr. Song's first impression on he mengde is not bad.
Later, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.
The young lady of the military government, wearing a white cheongsam and a long tassel Cape of the same color, has a white skin.
After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't pay close attention to the face of the boat either. He only felt noble and dignified, which made people dare not look down upon.
"Innkeeper he, young lady, I wonder if you two have something to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he got to the point.
He mengde looked at the light boat.
Gu Qingzhou said, "Dr. Song, is this the single page of your clinic?"
Dr song did not deny it.
"What's the matter?" Dr song asked.
"We run a Chinese medicine shop. Are you provoking Dr. Song to slander Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingjun asked in awe.
Her momentum, suddenly down, let Dr. Song subconsciously awe.
Dr. Song's attitude was cold and arrogant, and he did not fear power: "little madam, this is not my words, but the words of Minister Wu 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 all the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University in February when he inspected the University. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and stupid, and dross should be eliminated!"
It is a very correct political attitude to call TCM names in response to the public opinion.
"Young madam, what's wrong with the speech of government officials written on my single page?" Doctor song looked at Gu Qingzhou and manager he coldly, and there was endless contempt in his heart.
Traditional Chinese medicine shop?
You two liars!
Gu Qingzhou talks with he mengde. They talked about the future of traditional Chinese medicine. It has been many years since the crusade against TCM, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing side: forbid TCM to open schools, forbid applying for public TCM hospitals. "First, it is forbidden to set up schools, which fundamentally cut off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; second, the state does not support the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes traditional Chinese medicine more difficult." Gu Qingzhou said, "as soon as this law is promulgated, our really dark days will come." He mengde's face was also covered with frost. "I will find a way," Gu said There is not necessarily a way, but there is always a way for other colleagues. He mengde nodded. The two discussed a lot. "Uncle, I want to make all my master's medical skills public and impart them to others. We have left 20 prescriptions as secret prescriptions. After all, western medicine also has special privileges. It's impossible to make all of them public. The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare they are, will all be released and handed over to the students for research, so as to promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. " Gu Qingzhou road. He mengde's eyes brightened. "If you say that, I can accept it." He mengde said with a smile, "we should keep some points, not all of them." Gu Qingzhou nods. At last, he mengde talked about a very important thing. "On the East Street, a small western medicine clinic was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He mengde said, "the business of our herbal hall is going down again. Can we go back to the original. Do you have an idea, Canoe? " Gu Qingzhou doesn't know that. "Is it already open?" She asked. He mengde said: "it's been half a month since the opening. I've always wanted to tell you that I was a little sick and I forgot again." Gu Qingzhou doesn't pay attention to the information, so she doesn't know. "It's all right. They do theirs. We do ours." Gu Qingzhou road. Just, so close, one middle school and one west school, is this a challenge arena? The other side knew that there was a large traditional Chinese medicine shop in Ping'an West Street, and also opened the western medicine clinic in the West Street two blocks away, which meant to crush the traditional Chinese medicine. "Is it English?" Asked Gu Qingzhou. He mengde shook his head: "it's Chinese. My hometown used to be Yuecheng." "It's amazing that he can practice medicine in England for many years." Gu Qingzhou road. He mengde thinks about it, it is. Foreigners are superior when they come to China, but when Chinese go out, they are dwarfs. The doctor, who has been practising in the UK for many years, is also a powerful role. Since it's so close to you, if you can join hands with you to think about your mind and eat every meal, you should start from the streets of the old city. "Uncle, I want to visit that clinic. What's the doctor's surname?" "Surname song." He mengde said. Just then, there was a voice outside. Children's footsteps, Dong Dong ran in. It's the youngest child of his family. His name is he Wen. He mengde patted his little son's head: "go out and play." But the child came to Gu's side. Gu picked him up and let him sit on his leg. "Sister, here you are!" He wen hands a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou. The paper is full of words. Gu Qingzhou is stunned. "Why give it to me?" She was surprised and asked he wen with a smile. He Wen said: "there are words, medical words, and sisters of the same doctor, write sister's!" Gu Qingzhou laughs. There's a place in his heart. It's incredibly soft. She likes children very much recently. Childlike words make her in a good mood. He mengde is also curious. Gu Qingzhou holds the child in one hand and opens the paper in the other. After reading it, she was still smiling, but handed the paper to he mengde. He mengde changed his face. "I'll go out and have a look!" He mengde angrily took the paper and went out. Gu Qingzhou is still teasing He Wen and asks him, "how do you know the characters?" "Taught by elder sister?" "Which elder sister taught it? You two sisters. " Gu chuckled. He Wen said, "elder sister!" "What else do you know?" Gu asked again. He Wen told her little by little. Gu Qingzhou teases the children here, but Yu Guang glances outside, and the two guys follow him out. Soon, he mengde came back with a lot of paper. He Wen is impatient. If he wants to go down to play, Gu Qingzhou will let him go. As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy. "Take a look at the boat. They are too much!" He mengde blushed with anger. This is a leaflet page. This single page said: "pay attention to hygiene in daily life, see Western medicine for headache and fever, do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine foolishly, delay illness and be cheated." Then, here is the address of the western medicine clinic. "This street is full of stickers." He mengde was angry. Gu Qingzhou looks at it. This is not only to publicize the new western medicine clinic, but also to trample on the traditional Chinese medicine. After all, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays. Such a step shows that they are fashionable, aware of China's national conditions, and able to penetrate the hearts of the people. "That's too much. I'm going to theorize!" He mengde no longer had a good temper. He became angry. "We didn't attack them." "To say it." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows and eyes add a layer of biting, "but it's better for enemies to get rid of the knot, so don't come to the door in a big way. Ask doctor song to come over and have a cup of tea." With that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and invite Dr. Song from the western medicine clinic on Ping'an East Street. Dr. Song has just left the operating room. His small surgical clinic is fully functional. A wife committed suicide by swallowing gold. Traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help it. The church hospital didn't dare to go and sent it to Dr. Song. In this kind of surgery, Dr. song skillfully took out the gold nugget from the stomach for the patient. He was busy for more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation. "Don't be such a fool in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "isn't it impossible to divorce now? This ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not the tool of death. " The patient is still under anesthesia. Doctor song's words are almost mumbling to himself. After just half an hour's rest, an adjutant came in and scared the nurses. "Young lady, please go to the teahouse on West Street to have a seat." The Deputy road. Then he turned and left. Young lady? Doctor song chuckled. He started a clinic here, but he studied it all around. Knowing that he's herbal hall has something to do with the military government, Dr. Song still dares to open the clinic here, so the place is his wife's ancestral home, which covers a large area and can save some expenses. It's too expensive to buy such a large shop and floor. "I'd like to see it." Doctor song doesn't think so. He washed his hands, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, brought glasses and was ready to go to the appointment. It's just a few steps away. His two little sons were fighting at the door. The youngest one was five years old. He suddenly hit Dr. Song. "Dad, it hurts." Children's way. Dr. Song smiled: "it hurts you?" The child was dazed, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I'm in pain." "Where does it hurt?" Doctor song asked again, frowning and thinking of taking the child to a large church hospital for an examination. The youngest son recently complained of pain. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He gave the child an X-ray and didn't eat any foreign body or metal. He is a doctor himself, but he doesn't know pediatrics. The child just mumbles the pain on his mouth. When the pain is over, he should eat it and drink it. There is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said, "every day, the child listens to the patient's cry of pain and learns to talk. He wants to attract the attention of adults." The wife said so. Dr. Song has another patient here. He is not free, so he doesn't take it seriously. Today, I heard the pain again. He picked it up and asked his son, "where do you hurt?" There seemed to be no expression of pain on the child's face. He twisted his body to get down to the ground and turned around to play with his brother again. It's lively. I don't think it hurts. Doctor song shook his head: "sick and painful will make people anxious and uneasy. Xiao Nan really didn't see where the anxiety was." When he thought about it, he let go and turned to the teahouse. As soon as I entered the door, I knew him: "is it Dr. Song?" Doctor song was slightly surprised and nodded. "Young lady and shopkeeper he are on the second floor, please." The lad said. Doctor song followed the boy upstairs. As soon as I entered the door, I saw he mengde: he mengde was dressed in a long green cloth and satin gown, elegant and gentle, a little like the shopkeeper of the pre Qing Dynasty. "That's a nice man, too." Dr. Song thought, "it's a little like traditional Chinese medicine." It's not a thief's eyes, it's not a fat head and a big ear. Dr. Song's first impression on he mengde is not bad. Later, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again. The young lady of the military government, wearing a white cheongsam and a long tassel Cape of the same color, has a white skin. After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't pay close attention to the face of the boat either. He only felt noble and dignified, which made people dare not look down upon. "Innkeeper he, young lady, I wonder if you two have something to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he got to the point. He mengde looked at the light boat. Gu Qingzhou said, "Dr. Song, is this the single page of your clinic?" Dr song did not deny it. "What's the matter?" Dr song asked. "We run a Chinese medicine shop. Are you provoking Dr. Song to slander Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingjun asked in awe. Her momentum, suddenly down, let Dr. Song subconsciously awe. Dr. Song's attitude was cold and arrogant, and he did not fear power: "little madam, this is not my words, but the words of Minister Wu 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 all the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University in February when he inspected the University. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and stupid, and dross should be eliminated!" It is a very correct political attitude to call TCM names in response to the public opinion. "Young madam, what's wrong with the speech of government officials written on my single page?" Doctor song looked at Gu Qingzhou and manager he coldly, and there was endless contempt in his heart. Traditional Chinese medicine shop? You two liars!
