A doctor who travels through two eras

During World War II, how many Chinese medicine secrets did the Japanese take back? No one can tell for sure.

Wait another 20 years, after the reform and opening up, how many Japanese businessmen have lurked around and stolen or cheated our traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions in the name of investment investigation?
If they really think that Chinese medicine is useless, why did they steal so many of our prescriptions? Did they go back to burn paper for the wild ghosts in the Liqing Kingdom's toilet?
Japan is a very cunning country.
On the one hand, they organized and purposefully bought off some public intellectuals and doctors in China, advocating the theory that traditional Chinese medicine is useless, demanding the abolition of traditional Chinese medicine, misleading the public, and raising a wave of anti-traditional Chinese medicine.

On the other hand, they used the stolen traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions to develop the so-called "Kampo medicine", and then occupied 90% of the global traditional Chinese medicine export market, which is a huge market worth tens of billions of dollars and made a lot of money.

Those paid traitors in the country, under the banner of science, play the role of public intellectuals, seeking fame and reputation while secretly collecting Japanese yen, and after begging for mercy, they may even be rewarded with Japanese nationality.

This has to be said to be a tragedy of traditional Chinese medicine.

Lin Sanqi really wanted the secret recipes mastered by the 12 old national treasures, because each secret recipe represents a magical Chinese patent medicine that can be monetized and become a golden rooster that makes crazy money.

But he had a bit of conscience and didn't want to covet these secret recipes, so he asked:
"Master Ren, if decades later, your descendants don't learn Chinese medicine, or forget about the secret recipes, what should I do with these medical books and recipes?"

There is a high possibility that no one will claim it.

The reason why it is said that Traditional Chinese Medicine has a generational gap is that after 20 years of ups and downs, the descendants of these famous doctors have basically died out, and most of them no longer study medicine or have missed the best age to study medicine.

As for the disciples accepted before liberation, they either grew old in the ups and downs of the next few decades, or died lonely and sad. Only a few of them survived until the reform and opening up.

That storm, just like when Huang Chao covered the entire city with golden armor, killed and wiped out the aristocratic families completely from the stage of history, and there were no more aristocratic families from then on.

For example, the four famous doctors in Peking: Xiao Longyou, Kong Bohua, Wang Fengchun, and Shi Jinmo.

In 2023, have you heard of any direct descendant of these four famous doctors becoming a famous doctor again? Reviving their family and restoring the glory of traditional Chinese medicine?

It is true that some of the younger generations of the four famous doctors practiced traditional Chinese medicine, but later they were basically recruited by Tong Ren Tang, became a money-making tool for the company, and finally disappeared from the world.

Among them, Shi Jinmo’s son Shi Xiaomo is the most famous of his direct descendants.

But everyone knows that this name is not in accordance with etiquette. How can one use the same character “墨” as his father?
In traditional families, not only is the name sharing of the same character as that of their father or ancestors unacceptable, even homophonic names are not allowed, which completely violates the "family taboo".

To put it bluntly, Shi Xiaomo just wanted to take advantage of his father's fame to make some money, but at the end of his life, he was only able to become an associate chief physician, not even a senior professor. He is truly a son of a tiger father and a dog.

Of course, Mr. Shi Xiaomo might cry out for injustice, blaming his old man who was almost dying and donated his family's ten secret recipes to the country, leaving him with nothing.

But he didn't think about it, if it weren't for his father's decisive donation back then, would there be a person like Shi Xiaomo?

"No one claimed it?"

Mr. Ren laughed:
"This possibility still exists. If that day really comes, it will be good fortune for you and Xiao Yezi. This opportunity will fall on the two of you, and the secret recipe and medical book will belong to you two."

Lin Sanqi thought, the old man is quite open-minded. He just gave me this secret skill? Is it that simple?
Sure enough, the old man had more to say.

"But now that I have given you the opportunity, the responsibility of carrying forward Ren's Chinese medicine will also fall on your shoulders. Today, I am breaking the door between the two, hoping to leave a spark for our Chinese medicine. I hope you will not let me down."

Lin Sanqi suddenly knelt down and solemnly promised:

"Master, rest assured. I will definitely drive out the Daryu and restore China. Oh no, I am defending traditional Chinese medicine."

Mr. Ren waved his hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry to kneel. If you want to kneel, you have to kneel 12 times tonight, haha."

Huh? Lin Sanqi was a little confused.

At this time, Mr. Han also handed over two boxes:
"Kid, I don't know how long I can live. Maybe I'll be eaten by wolves while working in the fields one day. It's even more likely that I'll be trapped on the farm and unable to go home for the rest of my life. But I don't want my family's Thirteen Heavenly Ghost Needles to be lost, so I'll let you have it today.

Inside this box is a list of medical books and a handwritten copy of my acupuncture experience written over my 50 years of medical practice. Anyone who reads this notebook thoroughly and practices diligently will definitely become the second best in the country in acupuncture."

Lin Sanqi just caught a wooden box and asked curiously, "Who is the number one in the country?"

"Stupid X, of course I'm number one. Ask these old guys, who among them can beat me in acupuncture? Humph."

Several old men chuckled, and the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.

Mr. Han then brought over a box that was even more exquisite and simple in appearance.

"Boy, this is a complete set of silver needles passed down from my ancestors. They are made of meteorites from outer space and are very precious. I couldn't even give this set of acupuncture tools to my son, so I'll keep it with you first. If my descendants come to look for it one day, please return it to my Han family.

My son is a spendthrift, so I dare not give him these medical books, these secret recipes, and this set of acupuncture tools. I carry them with me. If I give them to him, they will be ruined, and he can sell them to a scrap collection station right away.

But my eldest grandson is good, he has been smart since he was young, I don't know if he can inherit my legacy. It's a pity that I'm not at home now, and I can't teach him. If I really waste ten or twenty years, I'm afraid my family's inheritance will be broken." Lin Sanqi couldn't help but be curious, so he opened the box and took a look. On the velvet inside were rows of long and short silver needles, with carvings on the top of the silver needles, which were obviously not ordinary items.

"Wow, old man, this is a treasure. But it's useless if you only give me tools without teaching me the skills."

Old Man Han laughed: "I am right here. If you want to learn, I will teach you. I am just afraid that you are too stupid to learn."

Lin Sanqi curled his lips and said, "I can't learn it. I have a smart wife, and she is your last disciple."

After saying that, Lin Sanqi pulled Pan Ye, and Pan Ye quickly knelt down with a red face:

"Master, I will definitely study hard."

Old Man Han smiled widely: "Okay, okay, you are much better behaved than Lin Xiaoguang."

At this time, Mr. Shi said impatiently:

"Alright, alright, don't take them out one by one. There's no need to embarrass these two kids by making them kneel again and again."

After saying this, Mr. Shi stacked the wooden boxes prepared by everyone on the kang:
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Ye, in addition to the regular list, our secret recipes are all in here. You must keep them properly and not lose them. Xiao Lin, let me ask you again, is the place you found safe and reliable?"

Lin Sanqi thought, if I put it in the passage space, no one else in the world will be able to find it.

“Master Shi, don’t worry. The place I found has a constant temperature and is free of insects and disasters. The key is that it is absolutely safe and hidden. As long as I don’t die, these secret recipes and medical books will never be lost.”

Mr. Jiang's eyes turned and he suddenly asked:

"Boy, you are not going to put all these medical books in the emperor's underground palace in the Ming Tombs, are you? Did the country dig up more than one Dingling? I heard that after digging up Dingling, they will dig up Changling. Is this true?"

Lin Sanqi was also at a loss for words: "How can we put it in the underground palace? That would be like sending food to the archaeological team. Besides, the underground palace is very humid and not suitable for storing paper."

Lin Sanqi had actually gone down to the underground palace of Dingling a few days ago. It was eerie and only one staff member lit up the place with a torch, which gave the impression of a tomb robber.

It is said that "Lanting Preface" is either in Li Shimin's Tang Zhaoling Mausoleum or in Li Zhi and Wu Zetian's Qianling Mausoleum. It is estimated that it has been reduced to ashes after more than a thousand years.

Mr. Shi waved his hand and said, "Don't ask any more questions. We don't employ people we doubt, and we don't doubt people we employ."

Lin Sanqi asked again: "Masters, have you ever considered donating the secret recipe to the country?"

The old men looked at each other, feeling a little awkward. It was still old man Xiao Longyou who said clearly:
“Let’s not hand them over to the country for now. If the world is peaceful in the future, we still hope that these medical books and secret recipes will be inherited by the family, so that our descendants can have a unique skill to settle down and start a career.

Xiaolin, although you are a member of the country, you are now our apprentice, and I will not hide it from you. The country is also made up of different people, some are selfless, but some are selfish and want to take good things for themselves.

If we donate our secret recipe, can you ensure that it will fall into the hands of the country and benefit the people? If you can, then you can donate it for us. If not, it is better to give it to your little apprentice, so that you can make conscientious medicine and open a conscientious pharmaceutical factory in the future. "

Uh, okay, Lin Sanqi was completely speechless.

I thought that the ideological awareness of these old guys was still very low. It seemed that I, as the leader of the labor thought transformation team, had a heavy responsibility.

Lin Sanqi looked at his watch. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening. Everyone was asleep. The dark and windy night was a perfect time to do bad things.

"Okay, Masters, we should hurry up rather than delay. I'll go drive the truck now, and we'll move the medical books and the secret recipe boxes overnight to avoid any more trouble."

The old men also stood up decisively: "Okay, let's pack up now."

Pan Ye also stood up: "I'll help."

That night, a large truck loaded with more than 2000 medical books and 80 secret recipes drove out of the Changping branch of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and disappeared in the vast crowd.

Lin Sanqi actually had an idea a long time ago.

As long as the original copies of these medical books and secret recipes are claimed by family members in the future, he will definitely hand them over and will not do anything to betray his teacher and ancestors.

But this doesn’t mean that he can’t make copies. Others don’t have the conditions to do so, but he does.

How can you not take a few bites of the fat meat you have got? (End of this chapter)