Chapter 1505 (1/2)
Wang Xiao's eldest brother didn't come back. He should be in the military region.
However, at lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Wang PI and Xiao Chen ate together.
In the afternoon, Xiao Chen was called by old Zhang.
When he came to the door of the sanatorium, old Zhang was already waiting at the door.
”Dr. Xiao, if I don't call you, I'm afraid you won't come.” Old Zhang smiled.
I have to say that Xiao Chen's medical skills are really powerful.
That night, Xiao Chen also gave the old man acupuncture, and the effect was very obvious. Now Zhang takes Xiao Chen in.
Soon, I saw the old gentleman who practiced calligraphy again.
After all, he is still very influential, and his every move is likely to be concerned by others.
”Here comes Dr. Xiao.”
Asked the old man.
”Old Sir, your handwriting is more powerful.”
”Of course, after you gave me acupuncture, this finger has a lot of strength. I don't feel the original feeling of paralysis anymore. It seems that it's better to use my own traditional Chinese medicine.” The old man had to sigh.
This time, Xiao Chen was naturally called by old Zhang to examine the old man.
Xiao Chen examined the old man and found that acupuncture really had an effect.
The reason why the old man is paralyzed and weak, especially in summer, is obviously due to the sequelae left by his carelessness in going to the mountains and countryside.
When you are young, there is nothing like these diseases. When you get old, these diseases will really come out.
”How's Dr. Xiao?” Old Zhang asked.
”Mr. Zhang, the old man's condition can be cured as long as the right medicine is applied to the case.”
This time Xiao Chen specially gave the old man acupuncture again.
After Xiao Chen's acupuncture, the old man looked at Xiao Chen and thought it was good. He said, ”I heard that you were favored by doctor Han when you were young. Let me join the imperial medicine school.”
”Mr. Han doesn't really like Xiao Chen, but Dr. Xiao doesn't like the imperial medicine school. It's said that those traditional Chinese medicine schools let Dr. Xiao join them at a high level. Dr. Xiao doesn't want to.”
”Dr. Xiao, is that so?” Asked the old man.
”Yes.”
”Why?”
”Old man, actually, I learned Chinese medicine, including some ancient Chinese medicine techniques, which are not divided into schools. The typhoid school or the warm disease school also has a good part and a bad part. I will not pay too much attention to a certain Chinese medicine school. Moreover, in my opinion, whether traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine can cure patients' diseases and reduce patients' diseases, that is, good doctors and good medical skills. ”
Xiao Chen did not object to western medicine, because Western medicine did play a great role and treated many patients.
However, he hates those black TCM people, but they don't even know what the most basic of TCM is. This is hateful.
”Well said!”
”Take the essence and discard the dross!”
The old man waved his pen and wrote those words on the rice paper. Xiao Chen found that the momentum of the old man was really different.
In addition, they all like to practice calligraphy. They have practiced it since childhood. Naturally, they write well.
”Dr. Xiao, do you like writing with a brush?” The old man asked again.
”I like it. When I was a child, my Shifu Shiniang always taught me to write. However, now, for convenience, as long as I use a signing pen, I seldom write with this brush.”
In fact, practicing brush calligraphy can really practice a person's mind.
However, it is hard for Xiao Chen to tell what a person is by looking at a person's brush.
”But the old man's handwriting is really good.”
”Really? How about this for you? ”
”Old gentleman, can I take it?”
”Why not?”