Since you can't count on others, then count on yourself...
Sure enough, in the afternoon, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine who participated in the war in China were chopped to the ground by Master Pu Changming. However, Pu Mingdai did not play much in the afternoon game. Obviously, his medical skills could no longer compete with the Chinese elite. This made Park Mingdai a little disappointed, but when he saw Park Changming sweeping away, he still raised his head proudly, like a proud big rooster.
After one day, China was filled with gloom and sorrow.
On the contrary, there was applause from South Korea.
Even TV stations in some countries have begun to cheer for South Korea.
The state cannot intervene in this kind of medical competition organized by private organizations. It can only stare at it, but there is nothing it can do. In this way, people all over the world seem to have seen the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, and look at this ancient civilization of China with a special look, with pity, sigh, sympathy, regret, and of course schadenfreude.
This day is called the Black Sun by people who study traditional Chinese medicine in China. A black day with no hope at all!
But there are always exceptions to everything. When others are crying, some people are laughing.
"Song Yuhe! That's enough! You've been laughing since you came here. What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yu was so angry that she almost smashed the teacup in her hand at Song Yuhe's face.
Song Yuhe looked at the news about the defeat of traditional Chinese medicine reported on the news broadcast in front of him, and continued to laugh: "Of course he is a ridiculous person."
"What do you mean? Do you think we are ridiculous?" Jiang Yu's eyes almost burst into flames.
Song Yuhe said calmly: "Jiang Yu, follow me to a place in three days, and you will understand."
"Song Yuhe, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" Jiang Yu asked in confusion.
Song Yuhe smiled but did not answer.
Jiang Yu frowned and said: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, three days? In three days, I am afraid that all the Chinese medicine practitioners in China who can use it will seal their needles and go away. By then, Chinese medicine will have completely withered." At this point, Jiang Yu sighed, her brows full of sorrow.
Song Yuhe smiled and said: "Don't worry, Chinese medicine will not fail. In fact, Chinese medicine will take off."
Jiang Yu looked at Song Yuhe suspiciously, thinking: Is this guy crazy
Song Yuhe shook his head and said nothing, but stood up and said: "I will visit those defeated guys in the next few days. In three days, I will take you to a place. After going there, you will naturally understand what I mean. As for now? , I’m going to have a drink and have a good rest. By the way, you’d better not count on those old guys, they don’t have any aggressive genes in their bones.”
Jiang Yu was stunned, then smiled bitterly. Of course she knew who the old guys Song Yuhe was talking about were a group of old Chinese doctors who were eighty, ninety or even over a hundred years old. These people were knowledgeable about heaven and earth, but they were cold-tempered and looked down upon the glory and wealth of the world. Every day Floating around like idle clouds and wild cranes. Raising flowers and grass, curing diseases and rescuing people are their jobs. These people do not pursue fame and wealth, but have their own methods of inheritance, as if they are wandering outside the world.
In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe and Wang Yukun, another of the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine, are all disciples of the same master. But they can't find their own master...
Shaking her head, Jiang Yu wanted to say that Song Yuhe was crazy, but there was still some hope in her heart. No matter how big this hope is, at least it is still a hope, which is better than despair.
In the following time, Song Yuhe visited the doctors who lost their jobs under Park Changming and Park Mingdai one by one. Sure enough, when Song Yuhe said it, these people became a little curious. Coupled with Song Yuhe's own reputation, these people decided to follow Song Yuhe to see what the hope was!
The next three days will be a disaster for Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine. Groups of Chinese medicine doctors went to kill them, but they all ended up defeated.
The Chinese audience, who were originally excited and shouting for cheers, began to fall silent. Some people were crying, some were drinking, and some were cursing. For a moment, the streets and alleys were filled with an inexplicable depression! This is a hundred times stronger than the depressing atmosphere when we lost the World Cup! It's like there is a knife hanging over everyone's head, as if the knife will fall at any time, and then... this nation will be missing a part.
On this day, the hotel's business was particularly good, but no matter how crowded the hotel was, there were not many people talking.
Even the crazy bar seemed a bit dull. Many people were not talking or laughing there, just drinking!
If someone looks carefully, at this moment, whether they are officials or ordinary people; whether they are Chinese medicine or Western medicine; whether they are white-collar workers or blue-collar workers; whether they are bosses or workers; whether they are educated or uneducated; Do you run a bar or work as a thug...
On this day, everyone's eyes were shining with a light, an angry light, a repressed light that the volcano in their hearts was about to erupt! A kind of sadness and anger with despair, despair with endless sadness!
Some people are crying, some people are silent.
But something seems to be rising quietly...
On the same day, many people in South Korea were cheering. They poured into the streets and shouted Park Changming's name as if he was a great hero. However, there are also a group of people who are scolding them, saying that they are the victory of thieves and the decline of world morality. South Korea is also in chaos...
However, Pu Changming ignored these and looked at the mountains in the distance with extremely far-sighted eyes. Pu Mingdai next to him still looked confused and confused. Everyone who came to challenge had already lost. They have won the final victory, why is Park Changming still not happy
"Master..." Pu Mingdai asked.
Park Changming shook his head and interrupted him: "You are here to look at the mountains."
After saying that, Park Changming left again.
Pu Mingdai looked confused and looked at the mountain again
Three days passed. Three days later, Park Changming took Park Mingdai to the airport in a car sent by the Korean Embassy under countless angry eyes. There was no other way. As soon as they saw that the car they could find was Korean, they would immediately refuse to take it, and it was useless for anyone to intercede. Even after the game, as soon as the government personnel evacuated, they had to rely on the embassy to deliver food. Because they can't buy vegetables at all, and they can't buy food no matter how much they spend! They even wondered if they would starve to death if they stayed here for a few more days. So Park Changming and others ran to the airport in embarrassment, preparing to return home.
I don't know if he was running too fast, but Pu Mingdai suddenly let out an oops and squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to move.
Park Changming frowned. He knew it very well after studying medicine for so many years. A Chinese medicine practitioner can be said to know his own body very well and will never leave hidden diseases on his body. What Chinese medicine is best at is not treating diseases that have already occurred, but treating them before they become ill, and always maintaining the body at a healthy level. Therefore, Park Mingdai's reaction is obviously problematic. Thinking of Pu Mingdai wearing a mask every day, Pu Changming finally took a little look at Pu Mingdai from his troubled thoughts, grabbed the other person's wrist, touched it, and was dumbfounded, exclaiming: "How is this possible? !”
(End of chapter)