A doctor who travels through two eras

After all, Mr. Shi Jinmo was an experienced veteran. He calmed down immediately after being shocked. At the same time, he was also thinking about how credible Lin Sanqi's words were.

Not only Mr. Shi was thinking about this, all the other old men were also evaluating the risks in Lin Sanqi's words.

Then everyone thought of their own experience. From a famous doctor with money, power and connections, he fell from grace to become an ordinary doctor. From an ordinary doctor, he fell from grace to become a farmer, step by step towards the abyss.

If it were just personal gains and losses, it would be fine. Anyway, these 12 old men have enjoyed what they should have enjoyed and experienced what they should have experienced. It doesn't matter if they die at such an old age.

However, if so many precious medical books, ancient tomes, and notes were destroyed, everyone would feel indescribable pain and depression.

Mr. Shi adjusted his glasses, looked at Lin Sanqi and said seriously:
"Comrade Xiaolin, since you have raised the issue, you must have a draft solution to the problem. Tell me about it."

Lin Sanqi knew that the sex scene was coming, so he had to handle it carefully, otherwise one bad thing could easily backfire.

"Old men, there are two paths to choose from now. Think about it and decide which one is more in line with your wishes."

Mr. Jiang Zonghui is already impatient:
"You're talking too much nonsense, kid. Tell me what to do? These are the life's work of old guys like us. Otherwise, we wouldn't carry them with us. We're just afraid that they will disappear if we leave them at home."

The oldest, Mr. Ren Yingqiu, also smiled bitterly at this time:
"All the antiques and calligraphy and paintings I had at home disappeared. Fortunately, those people didn't have good eyesight. They thought the books were not worth much and were very heavy, so they just left them there and didn't take them away."

Mr. Xiao suddenly woke up:
"I think what Comrade Xiao Lin said is definitely correct. Not to mention five or six years later, even last year, we almost lost these medical books. It's the same in my house. All the valuable ones are gone, and the worthless medical books are not wanted. That's why I take them with me wherever I go, for fear that I won't be able to find them when I return."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the danger had already arrived, but they had just escaped by luck.

Only Lin Sanqi knows that this is just an appetizer. Take the valuable ones and leave the worthless ones for you. We should all be civilized and set a new trend.

In a few years, no matter how valuable you are, all of it... ahem... not even a bone will be left for you.

Mr. Jiang became even more anxious: "Comrade Xiaolin, please tell me what you have to say. You are dithering like an old woman."

Lin Sanqi thought that Mr. Ren was really a great helper.

"The first way is to donate all your medical books to the National Library. Generally, books in the National Library will not be lost or intentionally damaged. Do not donate them to universities. Remember this.

But there is a risk in this approach, and that is whether the staff of the National Library know the value of these books. What if they also think that these medical books are useless and just pile them up in the warehouse? Then they will be like pearls covered in dust and will never see the light of day.

Looking at your medical books, some of the paper is very fragile. If they are not properly preserved, they may be completely destroyed in a few years or even decades. So whether to donate them or not is up to you. "

Mr. Jiang cursed: "Donate his fucking head, haven't we donated enough? I'm only short of donating my wife, let's talk about the second one."

"The second way depends on whether you trust me. If you trust me, I will find a top-secret place to keep these medical books so that no one can find them. If your descendants want to retrieve these medical books in the future, I can guarantee with my personal integrity that I will return them intact."

Mr. Han is an old fox, and suddenly he became suspicious:
"Xiao Lin, what do you want? Don't blame me for being suspicious. Nothing is worth doing. You don't benefit from it. Do you really need to take the risk to keep these medical books?"

Many old men looked at Lin Sanqi at the same time, with doubt and scrutiny in their eyes.

Lin Sanqi smiled, knowing that it was useless to talk high-sounding words to these old foxes, as they did not believe that there was such a thing as a free lunch in the world.

"I did this out of public interest. I don't want so many national treasure-level medical books to be destroyed. If nothing unexpected happens, you 12 old gentlemen should be the last generation of masters in the history of Chinese medicine.

I'm going to say something you may not like to hear. If the 12 of you pass away, I'm afraid our traditional Chinese medicine heritage will be interrupted and there will be no successors. Can a batch of college students like Pan Ye really learn the essence of traditional Chinese medicine?

In a few decades, when our society is on the right track, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine that emerge may be named Zhang Wuben, Liu Hongbin, Wang Lin, Hu Wanlin, etc. Believe it or not, the so-called masters of traditional Chinese medicine in later generations are actually a group of scammers.

Therefore, in order to ensure that genuine Chinese medicine continues to be passed down from generation to generation, or to ensure that there are people who can inherit your legacy after it is discontinued, in addition to protecting the secret recipes and core medical skills, you must also ensure that these medical books can be passed down intact.

Second, is it good for me personally? Of course I want to learn Chinese medicine. Ahem, if you let me keep your medical books, I can also read them when I have time to increase my knowledge..."

Mr. Jiang scratched his head and said to the other old men:

"Comrade Xiaolin's words are credible. Our books are all spread out in the room. There are even many medical books that cannot be stacked in boxes, so they are piled in Xiaolin's room. Others cannot see them, but he can read them anytime he wants.

It seems that he just flipped through a few pages during the first few days of moving, and never picked up the book again afterwards. It is obvious that he is not very interested in Chinese medicine. He probably does not want to learn medicine from others for personal gain.

Old Man Han was still a little skeptical: "What if he gave all our medical books to his father and two brothers?"

Mr. Shi shook his head at this time and said firmly:
"Doctor Lin Kushen is not that kind of person. He is a man who sticks to his duties and never tries to find out other people's secrets. Besides, his family's Lingnan style of medicine is completely different from ours. There is no need to relearn our techniques."

Traditional Chinese medicine actually has different specialties.

For example, Lin Kushen is a specialist in typhoid fever, Cao Yingfu is a specialist in lung disease, Lu Yuanlei is a specialist in spleen and stomach disease, Chen Wujiu is a pediatrician, and Han Bangxu is a specialist in acupuncture. Although they are all knowledgeable in medical theory and can generally treat diseases in other disciplines, they are definitely not as professional as their own specialty.

If Lin Kucan got the medical books of these old national treasures, he wanted to change his major, give up his expertise in typhoid fever and study another specialty. It would take more than ten or twenty years to master it.

Therefore, it is impossible for an old and famous Chinese medicine practitioner, especially a nationally renowned one, to change his or her specialty.

One is that it is unnecessary. As a famous Chinese medicine practitioner, how could I secretly be a mistress?

The second choice of changing majors would be to disrespect your teachers and ancestors, and you will be looked down upon by your peers and be ostracized.

Of course, there are general practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine. Old men like Shi Jinmo and Xiao Longyou are general practitioners who can treat everything. But there are very few such famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so they are called the "Four Famous Doctors of Peking".

Everyone has different thoughts. The common people have a hundred different minds.

It was Mr. Shi who was the first to stand up. He thought it through and said:

"Xiao Lin, I believe you want to preserve the fire of Chinese medicine, so I'll trouble you to keep my medical book for me. But I will tell my descendants that the medical book is with you. If they ask for it one day, I hope you can return it."

Lin Sanqi nodded solemnly:
"Don't worry, old man. If I want to keep your medical books for myself, I will be struck by lightning and die miserably. Your descendants can ask me for them at any time, and I will give them to them at any time. At the same time, you can also look at the direction of society in the next few years, and you will understand why I want to protect these national treasure-level medical books."

Mr. Shi patted Lin Sanqi on the shoulder:

"I believe you. Give me a day or two and I'll make a list of books. I'll give one to you and one to my family so they can be kept as keepsakes in the future. Also, you can read my medical books at will, but only for you and not for outsiders."

Lin Sanqi suddenly rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said:

"Grandpa, I have an unsolicited request. Can my girlfriend borrow these medical books? Don't worry, only she and I will read them. I will never let anyone else read them, not even my dad."

Mr. Shi laughed:
"You are such a romantic boy. Okay, if you and classmate Xiao Pan want to see it, you have to kowtow to me and take me as your master. We will establish a master-disciple relationship. One day in the future, when you go out to practice medicine, let the world know that you have a master."

When Pan Ye heard that he could become a disciple of the four famous doctors of Peking, he stood up excitedly. Just as he was about to kneel down, he was suddenly stopped by old man Jiang Zonghui.

"Wait, Xiaolin, I'll let you keep my medical books, but the Jiang family's medical skills are not to be passed on to outsiders. The conditions are the same as those of Old Man Shi. You and Xiao Pan must also take me as your master."

Old Master Han Bangxu was also anxious: "And me, I have the same condition. The medical book can only be given to the apprentice, not to outsiders."

The other old gentlemen saw this and thought, "Okay, let's just combine the two," and asked Lin Sanqi and Pan Ye to become their disciples.

In fact, this is a little trick of the old men. One reason is that it cannot be passed on to outsiders due to family rules, and a master-disciple relationship is required.

The second is that the traditional master-disciple relationship is comparable to the father-son relationship. If the disciple betrays the master, he will be killed by everyone and reviled by his peers.

From now on, all medical books are in Lin Sanqi's hands. What if they die and Lin Sanqi refuses to acknowledge the responsibility?
Therefore, giving them a master-disciple relationship was equivalent to putting a moral shackle on Lin Sanqi. If his descendants were to do well, they could take back the medical books and carry forward the tradition again.

Lin Sanqi was stunned. He thought, Guo Jing had seven masters in one go, so why did he have to worship twelve at once?
Isn’t this too much? Moreover, isn’t it biased? Are all Chinese medicine methods so wild?

"My dear elders, Pan Ye and I have 12 masters at once. Is this okay?"

Mr. Shi was in a good mood and laughed:

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. As long as the twelve of us have no objection, you will not be considered as disrespecting your master and you may accept my appointment."

Mr. Jiang also laughed: "Yes, you can worship, but after worshiping, you have to listen to us, not us listening to you."

Old Master Han also took the opportunity to put forward conditions: "From now on, you have to obey our orders when we ask you to eat something, otherwise you will be betraying your teacher and ancestors, hehe."

The other old men also chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Lin Sanqi knew that he and Pan Ye had a rare opportunity, so they had to take advantage of the old men's "confusion of the mind" to quickly determine the status so that they could get their hands on the medical books and secret recipes.

So he took Pan Ye's hand and knelt down in the yard:

"Masters, please accept the respect of your disciple Lin Sanqi (Pan Ye)."

After saying that, the two of them knocked their heads against the muddy ground! (End of this chapter)