Jiang Yu sighed: "It's a pity that we all realized it too late. We have always clung to the things of our ancestors and refused to absorb the essence of other medicines and embrace all rivers. Now... It's really ridiculous. We boast that we are the three sages of Chinese medicine. But in fact, there is not even a book that summarizes the experience, let alone a disciple who can catch up with us or even surpass us. In this regard, we are not as good as Park Changming."
Song Yuhe stopped talking. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew very well that although what Park Changming did was a bastard, he did do more for his country and his people than Song Yuhe. Comparing the two of them, Song Yuhe was indeed inferior to the other.
As the two of them chatted, the atmosphere became extremely gloomy. There are no classics left, and no more disciples can be accepted to teach medical skills. This means that their top-notch Chinese medicine skills will be cut off!
Having never experienced this before, they had no idea how important it was. Now that it has happened, they understand how stupid their behavior is, whether it is for themselves, the industry, or even the nation and the country!
But it was useless to say anything. The two of them were silent for a while. Jiang Yu said: "The other guy also lost. Now, we are completely wiped out... Brother Song, if, if it really comes to that point, I am ready to give up all honors." Don’t worry about shame, let’s pass on the medical skills at all costs.”
Hearing this, Song Yuhe was shocked. What is the most important thing to people like them? Of course it’s fame! This reputation is not only related to themselves, but also related to the fate of their family.
If a doctor can't even guarantee his integrity, what kind of medical skills can he have? This is simply throwing yourself into the abyss of eternal destruction! However, this seems to be the only way to break the situation. However, the price is also huge. The medical skills of traditional Chinese medicine are saved, but the character of traditional Chinese medicine is damaged. If the Three Holy Hands don't keep their promises, what about the others
They even made a bad start and ruined the values of the entire Chinese medicine industry!
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe's forehead was covered in cold sweat. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Park Changming had made a good move. No matter what they do, Chinese medicine will pay a huge price. This price cannot be seen now, but the impact in the future will be too great. Chinese medicine cannot afford this loss!
Song Yuhe expressed his worries, and Jiang Yu asked in reply: "They are all poisons, and we can only choose the one that is relatively non-poisonous to eat. It takes one day to delay, but what if someone can break the situation in the future?"
"What if, in the future?" Speaking of this, Song Yuhe suddenly thought of the mysterious monk on the mountain! Ever since he came back, Song Yuhe's heart had never calmed down. When he thought of Fang Zheng, he felt like he was going crazy. But now that I think about it carefully, apart from being a bit miraculous, Fang Zheng didn't seem to have done anything to harm him.
So, what if this magical monk has a solution
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe immediately told the story of his encounter with Fang Zheng, which he had concealed before. Now that the tray came out, Jiang Yu's eyes widened when she heard it, and she asked, "Are you not sick? Do you believe in that kind of mountain monk?"
"I don't want to believe it either, but do we have any other options?" Song Yuhe asked bitterly.
Jiang Yu shook his head and said: "You are talking about Fangzheng. I have already understood it. He is indeed a legendary monk. But how old is he? It is not easy for him to be proficient in Buddhism. He is also proficient in bamboo carving. That is already a perversion. He has become a monster! Now, you tell me that he also teaches medical skills, and may even be a master of medical skills hidden among the people... To be honest, it's not that I don't believe it. But, is this possible? If it is possible, then he is not a monster at all. Yeah, that’s a monster!”
Song Yuhe is not Jiang Yu. After Jiang Yu watched the live broadcast, he didn't rush up the mountain. Instead, he ran to Heishan City to find friends to inquire about Fang Zheng. So Song Yuhe really didn't know what Jiang Yu said. Now when he heard it, Song Yuhe was a little confused. Is it possible that a young monk under the age of twenty is proficient in three skills, and all of them have reached the top level? Even monsters from all over the world, both ancient and modern, can't do it, right? This is indeed a monster.
But aren’t the so-called monsters just untrustworthy
Jiang Yu continued: "Compared to him, I would rather talk to some other famous Chinese doctors. We can't let them follow in our footsteps!"
Song Yuhe nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, we have already made a mistake, and we cannot let others follow suit."
"What about you?" Jiang Yu asked.
Song Yuhe looked at the ceiling in confusion. He wanted to find a place to hide for the rest of his life. But for some reason, at that moment, he thought of pointing at Fang Zheng on the mountain. I thought of the ugly beggar and Fang Zheng's sudden appearance. How did he do it? Why was he testing him like this? What is he doing for
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe gritted his teeth: Since I can't do anything, why not take a gamble, what if he can really do it? After 3 days, I will listen to it myself!
So Song Yuhe said: "I want to stay and be quiet."
Jiang Yu nodded and asked no more questions.
The two chatted about other things.
That night, Fang Zheng received a letter.
Fang Zheng looked at the letter in his hand and was a little dumbfounded. He's grown so old that he hasn't even received a letter yet! This thing is simply a legendary antique! Fang Zheng once thought that trust had disappeared.
When he opened it, Fang Zheng was stunned. It was full of Park Changming's information, as well as information about Park Changming's consecutive defeats to the Three Masters of Chinese Traditional Medicine. However, the content was not detailed. There was no content about the competition, only the victory and defeat. , and the impact of winning or losing.
But what really stands out is the color of the words! It's all red ink, just like a blood book, giving people a strong visual impact at a glance!
Although he did not see the person who wrote these materials, Fang Zheng could feel the anger, self-blame, sadness and pleading in the writer's heart!
"Master, who gave this to you?" Hong Hai'er came over and asked curiously.
Fang Zheng shook his head. He didn't know who mailed it. However, he could more or less guess the identity of the other party, but he was not sure. But that doesn't matter anymore.
Fang Zheng collected the letter and put it aside.
Hong Hai'er asked curiously: "Master, Chinese medicine is going to be finished. Don't you care?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Although Park Changming is smart, after all, he is not following the right path, but the evil path."
"Uh, so what?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng said: "The poor monk is a monk."
"Master, can you please be more direct? It makes me dizzy." Hong Hai'er said with a bitter smile.
Fang Zheng stood up slowly, pushed open the door of the temple, put his hands behind his back, looked at the mountains in the distance, raised his head slightly, smiled calmly and said, "Conquering demons is a monk's job."
Ps: Phew, I changed it again and again, and finally it was completed. Starting from the day after tomorrow, the update time will be stable. I will go home tomorrow.
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