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Chapter 121 121 Inheritance
Ling Luo's voice was righteous, and every word came from her heart. She had never said this to anyone else. Today, when she said it, her hands and feet trembled slightly.

The inheritance of culture is like an old man, without complaint or regret.

The reason why many intangible cultural heritages are bottlenecks and why they cannot innovate to keep up with the development of the times is nothing more than the reduction of the audience and no successors for inheritance. Therefore, in order to make Chinese medicine accessible to the public again, apart from innovation, it is to inject new power into inheritance.

She wants to inherit and develop again, and she has no regrets.

Uncle Wu sighed heavily: "It's not that simple."

Ling Luo didn't hesitate to back down: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Traditional Chinese medicine has come to us from a thousand-year civilization through the rotation of scenes, clouds and stars, and it has gradually faded out of people's lives because of the introduction of Western medicine, and its glory is gone.

But although history has become ashes, the ashes still have warmth. Ling Luo always firmly believes that the intangible cultural heritage belonging to the people of the country will never wither, just like the flower that is about to wither at the door. As long as she waters it and takes care of it, the flower will bloom again.

Inheriting intangible cultural heritage is like watering. One day, they will reappear like flowers.

But if young people like her choose to accept new things instead of looking back at the wisdom left by the ancients, then who will inherit it?

She is just doing what she can in her limited life.

How do you know you won't succeed if you don't try.

Although we know that the road ahead is boundless, and we may spend our whole life in obscurity, isn't the unswerving ingenuity the spirit of a person who picks up lost things?When she chooses this path, she is ready to hit the wall for the rest of her life.

Uncle Wu sighed and said with a light smile, "You really deserve to be masters and apprentices!"

Ling Luo looked at Uncle Wu in confusion.

Does she mean that Mr. Huo is doing the same thing as her?

In Uncle Wu's old eyes, there was a feeling that Ling Luo could not understand.

He looked at the bustling city of Kyoto. The thin figure in the low house was in stark contrast to those tall buildings.

"For the responsibility of inheriting Huo's medical skills, your master has spent decades of studying and forgetting food, but in the end, it is still in vain? You can't imagine the hardships. Your master only wants you to live your life safely and smoothly. He is also painstaking. "Master Wu's tone was full of disappointment, as if he had been the one who had ended in nothing for decades.

But at this moment, Ling Luo seemed to understand.

Uncle Wu is not only reluctant to part with the feelings of bricks and tiles, but also guarding the only fireworks that others have forgotten.

Mr. Huo sighed softly, with deep helplessness on the corner of his mouth: "I have been trying to make medicinal herbs into Chinese patent medicines and put them on the market all my life, but the results are not satisfactory."

Ling Luo suddenly said, "Master, why... have you never told me and my brothers about this."

Mr. Huo got up slowly, looked at a vine sprouting in the corner, and wandered his mind: "For you, you can achieve academic success, earn money, and cure diseases and save lives. ?”

He dismisses all unrewarded effort as nothing.

This should be the mood of every experimenter who tries to innovate, wants to make a contribution, and ends up empty.

But it is the overwhelmed people who will let their own spirit be buried, and they don't want the younger generation to follow in their own footsteps?

Ling Luo didn't dare to think about it.

But she knew that every retreat and exit by Master was a spiritual setback.

She suddenly understood why the master was full of worries when he left the customs, and when no one was there, he always sighed and looked at the moon.

No matter how shrewd the medical skills are, they can't realize their ambitions. It's embarrassing to be unwilling and desolate.

Ling Luo stood up and said: "In this world, there are always people who have to bear the weight to move forward. I don't think this is something that pays off, but I will be proud of it."

Inheriting medical skills is also a kind of inheritance.

So whenever a foreigner curiously asks about the technique she has learned, she will always proudly say that this is Chinese medicine, from country Z.

This is something she can be proud of for the rest of her life.

Innovative medicine, by extension, is nothing more than an ambition beyond inheritance. It is cruel to define it as a failure to accomplish anything, and to veto all of a person's medical attainments.

"Master, many experts are full of praise for your medical skills. If you let the Huo family's medical literature decline because of this, you will really accomplish nothing." Ling Luo is also unprecedentedly rigorous and serious.

She didn't expect that Mr. Huo had so few inner disciples because of this.

He has devoted his whole life to the road of innovative medicine, and he has gained a lot, but because of this, his confidence has been shattered, and he discourages others from following the old road.

She can understand the mood, but she can't agree with it.

If even the inheritors lost their original intention of picking up relics, wouldn't the day of withering be just around the corner?
For a moment, she didn't know how to describe Mr. Huo's idea as pedantic or what. He clearly moved forward with hopeless ambitions for the inheritance of the lineage, but in the end he wanted the younger generation to stay away.

Uncle Wu smiled: "Ah Luo still sees it thoroughly, not like the old man who is old-fashioned."

Old Mr. Huo coughed, and turned to look at the little girl with firm eyes: "Even if your family is ruined, you don't regret it?"

Ling Luo's eyes moved slightly, so the master has no children and no offspring, is it because of this?
She remembered the name Mr. Huo wrote in the snow several years ago - Huo Yan!
At that time, she guessed that it was Mr. Huo's daughter or granddaughter.

Mr. Huo said, neither.

Later, she heard from her seniors that the master was not married and had no children. At that time, she was thinking that he, who had no one to rely on all his life, should have fantasized about what his child would look like and what name he should name...

Later, Ling Luo founded Donglai Medicine under this name.

She will tell him when her career is successful, which is also a wish of his old man.

But now it seems that she is undoubtedly hurting the old man's heart by doing so.

"I don't regret it." Ling Luo said firmly.

Mr. Huo sighed softly.

He seemed to see in her that she was rebellious when she was young, forgot to eat and sleep for medical achievements, and didn't even go home. Later, his wife left and the family broke up, and everything he did was in vain.

Even so, Mr. Huo did not regret it.

It was only in his twilight years that he realized that all efforts were useless.

He can only watch Chinese medicine decline in the best era, but he is powerless.

In fact, he is not without success. Many hospitals invited him to be a doctor and promised a high salary, but he didn't go. They asked him to sit there and treat patients with traditional Chinese medicine, but prescribed Western medicine to treat diseases. He couldn't do it.

Prices are getting more and more expensive, and there are more and more hospitals. Mr. Huo once stood at the door of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital he had finally found for a long time - there were very few patients there.

He began to doubt whether his persistence was really useful?
It's useless at all!But in vain.

So he chose to submerge himself in the torrent of history, and he would never let the younger generation step on the old dust.

But now, he seems to see a different dawn in Arlo.

(End of this chapter)