The picky boy who liked to play games was brought in by Xiao Bei. Not only was the boy's mother not worried, she even told her son to play with Xiao Bei and the rest. She would apply for leave from school.
The people in the queue were envious, but they couldn't do anything about it. They couldn't call their own children over and push them to Xiao Bei and the rest. If they encountered a small matter, they would solve it, but it wasn't a small matter that they could find themselves. It was fate.
The people in the queue turned their attention to the doctors sitting in a row. These were the best doctors in Tang Dynasty. They wanted to take this opportunity to let them take a look at their illnesses. If they were sick, they would be treated. If they weren't, they would be at ease.
The queue was very orderly. Some elderly people would even be given small stools to sit on. No one dared to interrupt, and no one dared to make a ruckus.
When the doctors who came out with the main family saw their patients, they really encountered many difficult and complicated illnesses. It was also a test for them, but the results were not satisfactory.
"Auntie, don't worry. Your illness is a small matter. You will be fine as long as you go home and rest well," a doctor said to the old lady sitting in front of him with a smile on his face.
"I just have a stomachache. It's good that you are fine." The old lady was relieved. She said to her son, "See, I told you that you are fine. You are always afraid."
"Yes, auntie is fine. However, I have a prescription for food therapy here. It can make auntie feel more comfortable. There are a few things to pay attention to. Young man, come with me. I will tell you." The doctor said to the old lady's son. He then turned and instructed the person beside him, "Bring two eggplants. It has something to do with eggplants."
The young man was led inside by the doctor. Just as he was about to listen to the prescription, the doctor stopped smiling, bit his lip, and said to the young man, "You have three months at most. Prepare for your funeral."
"Ah? Doctor, my, my mother, that can't be, right? How can there be three months left? My mother is fine. She is fine. Doctor, you … Wu wu ~ ~ ~! "
The young man didn't expect to hear such a result. He didn't want to believe it at all. He stared at the doctor who was treating his mother, covered his face with both hands, squatted on the ground, and cried bitterly.
The doctor also had a sad expression on his face. Every time he treated someone, he was afraid that he would encounter an illness that he could not treat. However, almost every time he went out with the main family and took the time to diagnose people, he would encounter such a situation.
"Blame me, blame me for being useless. Everyone calls me a Divine Doctor, but I'm not a Divine Doctor. Life after life is gone just like that. Why? Why?" The doctor's eyes reddened as he looked up and sighed.
The young man cried again, stood up, wiped his tears, bowed to the doctor and said, "Thank you, I will take good care of my mother. These two days, I will cook her favorite food."
"Do it. I'll register your mother's illness and send her to the clinic. During this period of time, there will be people sending you money. It's money that should be paid for by the court if you stay in the clinic. You don't want to stay, so I'll give it to you. Maybe, I'll say maybe, there's still some hope. Tonight, I'll discuss with others to see if we can use the method of fighting poison with poison to kill those things in your mother's body."
The doctor talked about the subsidies again. At the same time, he also considered that since she could not live anymore, it was better for everyone to take a look at her. Even if she became an experimental subject in the end, they could use all kinds of drugs that were estimated to be effective.
When the young man heard this, he was stunned. Then, he nodded. He understood what was going on. People with incurable diseases were observed and tried to use drugs. Occasionally, doctors from medical schools would come over. At the same time, after they died, some people would be cut by the doctor with a knife.
Of course, a certain amount of compensation would be given to the family. After the cut, they would be buried. The purpose was to train new doctors, and at the same time, to increase the research experience of the previous doctors to prepare for future generations.
In the beginning, some people did not agree. However, after some persuasion, they said that if they did not agree now, their descendants would die of the same disease. Didn't they want their descendants to live better lives? In this way, everyone agreed.
Moreover, no one scolded the doctor and said that his medical skills were not good. This was because the medical conditions now were many times better than before. Not only did they not need to spend money, but many diseases could be treated, especially when it came to giving birth. Very, very few people died, unlike in the past.
The young man thought about it and said to the doctor, "Please, I know that some people have already said that they can't, but after you try to use drugs and adjust, they miraculously survived and recovered. You are all good people."
The doctor shook his head, "Don't praise me. I feel guilty. I don't deserve a word of praise from you. When all the patients have been treated, I will be able to laugh at the heavens."
"Do you need blood?" the young man asked again.
"No, your mother's disease has nothing to do with blood," the doctor replied.
"I'm asking if the nearest blood bank is short of blood. I can donate it," the young man explained.
The doctor thought about it and stopped him, "Not now. Someone else will donate it. You have to maintain your energy and take care of your mother."
The young man bowed again and washed his face with the doctor. He put a hot towel on his eyes. When he felt that no one would see anything, he walked out with two eggplants in his hand.
*****
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan watched from upstairs. When they saw the doctor get up and leave, they knew what was going on.
"Another one. Life is so fragile. Miracles don't always happen around us. When will medicine be able to solve all the diseases?"
Zhang Xiaobao felt sad for the other person. He often fantasized that everyone could live forever without any disease. Even if there was an accident, there was a way to make people recover.
Wang Juan snuggled up to Zhang Xiaobao and explained, "From now on, we will study it. I believe that after a thousand years, we can definitely reach the level you want. The main thing is that we don't have the drugs and equipment now. We should raise a large number of mushroom fishes. Then, like raising ginseng, we should try to raise them as wild as possible. In the future, when we have the equipment to kill cells, we can use them together."
Zhang Xiaobao nodded gently. He knew what the mushroom fishes were. Wild mushroom fishes could increase the number of red blood cells. In fact, his family had been raising them. It was said before that this thing was very useful in treating diseases, especially in the equipment to kill cells. While killing cells, it could ensure the number of red blood cells in the body.
As for the equipment, it was naturally the radiation equipment.
"We also need to strengthen the systematization of Chinese medicine. In the past, people were holding back when they were teaching their disciples. Moreover, there were few experimental subjects. In the end, as long as one generation was cut off, all the hard work would be wasted.
Chinese medicine has always been very useful. In fact, I was able to live because of Chinese medicine. Western medicine can't do anything about it. The time I was cut off was six months. Ha, in the end, I lived for another year and two months.
This shows that Chinese medicine and Western medicine can complement each other. Moreover, many Western medicine theories are actually based on Chinese medicine. For example, antibiotics are fighting poison with poison. If anyone says that it is not poisonous, try injecting two injections when you are allergic to penicillin.
It's just that Chinese medicine at that time did not form a better systematization. In the end, it was surpassed by others because of technology. It was mainly in the field of surgery. In the end, when we got diseases that western medicine could not treat, we chose Chinese medicine. The last choice, is there a cure? There is, right? Of course, more people died. But what does it matter if Chinese medicine is not good? "
Zhang Xiaobao felt wronged for Chinese medicine. He always felt that it was because the standards of the people who learned it were not good enough. Western medicine was very fast and could be done in a few years. What about Chinese medicine? How many years? How long would it take to get the medicine? The year of the medicine, the dosage, and because there was no technological equipment to follow when it was passed down, it relied on people. How difficult would it be to treat the illness? Not everyone can learn it.
Wang Juan's eyes were still looking at the crowd below. She said to Zhang Xiaobao, "I have never opposed Chinese medicine. In fact, you also know that people of our status, once we are sick, we will first see Chinese medicine, then use the equipment. After that, we will use a combination of Chinese and Western medicine for treatment.
We are not rejecting any side. In fact, the truth is that the change of dynasties and the impact of western culture caused the decline of Chinese medicine. The simplest cold is a cold. At that time, we could take some western medicine, drink a bowl of Chinese medicine, and even some Chinese medicine that was not very good.
Moreover, the patches in western medicine were developed based on Chinese medicine's plasters and methods of external application. Of course, they would not admit it. Steaming therapy and the like was not available in western medicine. When it was available, they would say that it was their own work.
Such people should be killed. It's just a treatment. Use whatever method is useful. Why do we have to be so clear? In my eyes, there is no difference between western and western medicine. There are only differences in national strength. For example, the shameless Korean medicine is still Chinese medicine. But if we talk about our Chinese medicine, there are many critics in the world. If we talk about Korea's Korean medicine, don't Europeans and Americans like to go to see a doctor? "
"Ha, now that you mention it, I remember a long time ago. The kimchi of the Koreans is very funny. They went to other countries to participate in exhibitions and promotions, but they actually used our Sichuan kimchi jars to package their products. That's because our Sichuan kimchi is really delicious, and it's soaked in culture. That jar is not ordinary.
Sometimes, when I think about it, I feel quite depressed and helpless. Japan and Korea always turn our Chinese things into theirs and then promote them in the world, especially chopsticks. The Japanese are very disgusting. They make the back of the chopsticks round and dare to call it chopsticks. How ignorant. They don't even care about the connotation of their culture. The sky is round and the earth is round, so one end is round and the other end is square.
The most infuriating thing is that our own country's people look at the chopsticks of the Japanese and feel that they are noble when they use them. When they buy them back, the chopsticks are round at the top and the bottom. There is no distinction between heaven and earth, and there is no ruler or minister.
In the face of such a situation, we are very helpless. What can we do? When they learn it, they will apply in the world and say that it is theirs. What can we do? "
Zhang Xiaobao also looked at the crowd waiting in line. The people below seemed to be very happy. In fact, the medical center was also free. Why would they come to squeeze when they were not sick?
Wang Juan looked at the clouds in the distance, hinting that she should not think about other sad things. She said to Zhang Xiaobao, "Yes, you also told me before, right? You said that it's not that we don't want to apply and apply in the world that belongs to us. When the time comes, we will confirm the location.
It's that we casually take out something, a festival, and a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years. All the things in our lives belong to our precious Chinese civilization. But can we apply? "
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