TCM in New York

Chapter 3 Zhoutian Acupuncture Continuing Meridian Cutting
Ding Changsheng quickly grabbed the medicine and put the medicine wrapped in paper on the counter.

"Sincerely forty dollars." Ding Changsheng smiled shyly.

"Hehe, good!" Mr. Wu chuckled, then took out forty dollars and handed it to Ding Changsheng.

"One set of medicine, first soaked in water overnight, then boiled in three bowls of water to form a bowl, after the medicine liquid comes out, add water and continue to cook, or three bowls of water to make a bowl, do this three times, mix the three bowls of medicine liquid together, Divide it into three doses and take it after meals." Ding Changsheng put away the money while giving the doctor's advice to Mr. Wu.

"Ding!

Experience +10"

Ding Changsheng didn't bother with the system, looked at Mr. Wu's grandson, and said casually: "From now on, don't take those little blue pills, this kind of boosting little pill has to be the most effective in our Chinese medicine.

The small pills of our traditional Chinese medicine can not only improve the mood, but also nourish the body and make up for losses.

The disadvantage is that the price is a little higher. "

"You also have that little pill here?" Mr. Wu's grandson asked quickly with his eyes lit up.

"This is what I said, Changshengtang, a century-old brand.

Let me tell you, this kind of small pill that does not hurt the body can only be found in a century-old shop like mine. Ding Changsheng laughed.

"You are evil, and you still want small pills, let me tell you, for these three months, you don't go anywhere, just stay at home with me.

If you dare to go out, see if I don't break your legs. "Mr. Wu left Changshengtang directly by the ear of his grandson.

Watching his grandfather and grandson leave, Ding Changsheng admitted that his judgment was hasty, and this is not a contradiction caused by generation gap cognition.

Mr. Wu was completely pissed off by the prodigal son of the family.

From Mr. Wu's mouth, it can be heard that this grandson is an only seedling, and he doesn't know what he is used to.

Before the age of 30, he dried up his tormented kidney water, which is also a great god.

However, this does not concern Ding Changsheng.

Now it's time to open the blind box again.

Ding Changsheng rubbed his hands, and a ball of clear air exploded in front of his eyes, turning into four balls of light.

This belongs to Mr. Wu's grandson.

Ding Changsheng unceremoniously chose life.

Although he is still young, who will live a long time by himself first?
The light cluster representing life exploded, and a six-character word appeared in front of Ding Changsheng's eyes, then sank into his body, and then there was no more.

Ding Changsheng somehow knew the six characters, representing six months of life.

This grandson is really a sixth child.

Grandma, this evil doctor system doesn't even have a character panel.

It didn't make any sense at all.

Then, Ding Changsheng rubbed his hands again.

Another ball of clear air exploded and turned into four light balls representing treasure, lifespan, luck, and chance.

Mr. Wu is an old friend of his second grandfather, and also his first customer after inheriting the old pharmacy.

Ding Changsheng thought about it, and chose Zhenbao casually.

The ball of light exploded, and an item appeared in the system space.

This is a handkerchief?
This treasure of Mr. Wu is actually a scroll of painting, or a painting made of silk?
Ding Changsheng took out the silk painting and looked at it with some disgust.

Huh?
This silk painting is interesting!

The picture of mountains and rivers on it is very realistic!
The embroidery is good, and the material feels very textured, but it is just a silk painting. How much can this thing cost?
Ding Changsheng disliked it for a while, and was about to put it away when a voice suddenly came, "Don't move, show me!"

"Hey, old Pan is here?" Ding Changsheng was startled, looked up at the speaker, and hurriedly greeted with a smile.

I blamed myself secretly in my heart, I shouldn't have just taken it out in the store to play with, and I must pay attention to it in the future.

"Changshengzi, where did you get this silk painting?" Elder Pan asked a little excitedly.

"This one! I bought it from a flea market. You say it's a silk painting?"

"You do not know?"

"That's when I found out that I was looking at the picture of mountains and rivers on the handkerchief. It was beautifully embroidered and realistic, so I bought it."

"What kind of handkerchief, you ignorant person, this is a Kesi painting, Lord Kangxi's "Jiangshan Sheji Tu", this thing is a national treasure." Pan Lao explained with a look of disgust.

"Mr. Pan, I'm a medical student. If I put all my energy into antiques, I'd be doing nothing!" Ding Changsheng whispered back, rubbing his nose.

It seems that today's small goal has been completed?
No matter what it is, as long as it is called a national treasure, then a small goal is to lay the foundation.

"Old Pan, this Kesi is very valuable after you say so?"

"Worth it? Let me tell you this. In the past, there was a saying that every inch of silk was worth every inch of gold.

Let me give you an example of how precious Kesi is. Not to mention the princes and ministers outside, even the concubines in the palace will be happy for a long time if they have a Kesi handkerchief or a Kesi fan.

This thing is used to make dragon robes for the emperor.

Kesi painting is an important national treasure for every Kesi painting, such as "Liantang Milk Duck Picture" woven by Zhu Kerou, a famous Kesi master in the Southern Song Dynasty, "Plum Magpie" and "Qingbi Landscape" woven by Kesi master Shen Zifan. All of them are treasures of the museum.

This painting of yours is a silk weaving painting from the period of Lord Kangxi. It is as famous as "Three Stars" and "Eight Immortals Celebrating Birthday". It is one of the three treasures that Suzhou Weaving Bureau paid tribute to Lord Kangxi. "Old Pan explained to Ding Changsheng a little excitedly.

Ding Changsheng has confirmed that this old Pan is a Qing slave licking dogs.

"Changshengzi, this thing is ruined in your hands, so give it to me!"

"Mr. Pan, you just said that this is a national treasure. If I let you, how many small goals do you plan to set?" Ding Changsheng asked tentatively.

"Uh!" Elder Pan was choked by Ding Changsheng's words, he really couldn't afford a few small targets.

Although his total assets exceed dozens of small targets, they are fixed assets, not current funds.

However, this matter can't be blamed on others, who made him miss the bottom line just now.

"Old Pan, don't think about it. Since this thing is a national treasure, I can't give it to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Unless you change your nationality to Chinese now, it's impossible to sell this thing to you.

Although the boy is also a foreigner, his heart is still red.

Therefore, this thing is only sold to Chinese people. "Ding Changsheng said seriously.

Although he has a very evil system, he himself is a very upright person, a successor who has received decades of socialist education.

"Eldest Son, you are right! Although we are strangers, our hearts are red!

Good job!
Just based on your words, in the future, in Wujie, if there is anything, please report my name! "Old Pan patted Ding Changsheng on the shoulder appreciatively, and said with a smile.

"Do you want me to contact the buyer for you?" Finally, Elder Pan asked with a smile.

"Don't bother Mr. Pan about this. My father, Ma Modu, and Master Niu are friends. If I let them know that I have good things that I don't sell to them, if I sell them to outsiders, I will definitely scold them." Ding Changsheng laughed. .

This Elder Pan is even more awesome than the previous Mr. Yang and Mr. Wu.

Mr. Yang is engaged in antique calligraphy and painting, and has an antique shop in Wu Street.

Mr. Wu said before that he opened a tailor shop, and [-]% to [-]% of the Tang suits in Chinatown are made by Mr. Wu.

And this old Pan is in the jewelry and jade business.

There are five jewelry stores in Chinatown, and it is said that there are dozens of jewelry stores in the United States that are owned by Mr. Pan.

In the early years, it is said that he opened an emerald mine in Myanmar. Later, when he was old, he handed over the business to his children and grandchildren and went to the United States to retire.

In a word, this Mr. Pan is the master of both black and white.

The most important thing is that this is also his old customer.

Ding Changsheng likes this kind of regular clients with rich net worth the most. It is because there are so many regular clients that make it easy for him to set a small goal every day.

"Old Pan, you didn't come here today to help me appraise the national treasure, did you?" Ding Changsheng changed the subject.

"I made trouble with your Kesi painting, I almost forgot why I came today." Elder Pan patted his forehead and smiled.

"Recently, my legs are not feeling well. You are helping me with acupuncture." Only then did Mr. Pan explain his reason for coming.

Mr. Pan's leg was injured when he was young, but the treatment was not timely, and the cold evil entered his body, leaving the root of the disease.

Although, after the development, domestic and foreign, Western medicine and Chinese medicine have been found, and many treatments have been done, but at that time the meridian was injured, and it was difficult to get rid of the root cause.

I can only, every once in a while, come to Changshengtang for acupuncture and moxibustion to relieve it.

Even if it is relieved by acupuncture, not everyone can do it.

Otherwise, with Mr. Pan's worth, there is no shortage of private doctors around him, so there is no need to go to the old pharmacy for treatment.

In the past, when Ding Changsheng's second grandfather was still there, it was the second grandfather who gave him acupuncture. Later, when Ding Changsheng came, it was replaced by Ding Changsheng.

"Mr. Pan, go to the back room!" Ding Changsheng invited Mr. Pan to the physiotherapy room in the back room.

"Eldest son, what do you think about what I told you?
Be my personal doctor, I will give you a manor, and the monthly salary of 50 US dollars is not more than what you earn from opening this shop?And, still leisurely. "Old Pan was talking to Ding Changsheng about the solicitation while taking off his pants.

Ever since Ding Changsheng finished acupuncture for Mr. Pan, Mr. Pan wanted to hire him as his personal doctor, and the conditions became more attractive every time.

"Old Pan, I'm sorry!

I still like to stay in Changshengtang, where I feel peaceful in my heart. " Ding Changsheng refused without thinking.

Is 50 a month a lot?

I will tell you, I have a small goal a day?

"You! Your personality and temper are exactly the same as your second grandfather's. Even the words of rejection are the same." Old Pan smiled and shook his head, then lay down on the physiotherapy bed.

"Mr. Pan, my shop is not far from your manor, please take a few more steps and treat it as exercise." Ding Changsheng took out an acupuncture bag and spread it on the physiotherapy bed.

He took out another piece of alcohol cotton, and while disinfecting it, he quickly inserted it into various acupuncture points on Elder Pan's back and legs.

After a while, Elder Pan's back, buttocks, and legs were filled with silver needles.

Then, Ding Changsheng quickly brushed the silver needle with his hands, either twisting the needle, shaking the needle, or flicking it lightly.

After a set of movements, Ding Changsheng's forehead was covered with sweat.

It can be seen that this set of stitches is not as simple as it seems.

There are many people who know about this Zhoutian acupuncture method, but there are only a handful of people who can really use it and achieve the effect.

If Ding Changsheng didn't have the system by his side, he wouldn't dare to use it lightly.

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