My alternative life

"The old man is a knowledgeable person. He was a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in several counties near his hometown. He has made great achievements in many difficult and complicated diseases, especially in the treatment of febrile diseases and gynecological diseases."

"When I was young, the old man wanted me to take over his class and become an excellent Chinese medicine doctor. But at that time, I was too young to suffer much, and I always had some resistance..."

As I tell you, a picture of rural children living together with the elderly who are close to each other from generation to generation begins to be depicted in front of Yao Xin

… Although I could recite "Tang tou Ge Jue" when I was seven or eight years old, and my grandfather forced me to read "Huang Di Nei Jing" and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" when I was a teenager, I really had a headache about the prescriptions and cases in those ancient medical writings, and I was a little rejected in my heart.

After all, children of that age, who want to play video games, want to go out to play football, basketball, crazy run all over the mountains.

There are a lot of homework after class. It's a bit hard for me to learn the theory of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, as I grow older, I've seen examples of my grandfather curing patients in Shili and baxiang again and again.

The scenes of patients or their family members, weeping and even kneeling and kowtowing to the old man, always make me agitated and sighed.

However, I have to study and go to university. I can't drop out of school and sit with my grandfather after all. So I didn't systematically study the theory of traditional Chinese medicine with the old people. I just know something superficial.

When I was in college, my grandfather forced me to tell me medical records every winter and summer, whether I was happy or not. He even took me to the countryside to experience the process of treating patients and saving people every time.

Later, I learned that at that time, the old man had already felt that he was in poor health. He always wanted to teach me more unique skills while he was still alive. It was not only a craft to cure and save people, but also a craft to ensure that he would not starve to death and earn a living. In addition, he would not let his superb medical skills be lost.

In his mind, everything about clothing, food, housing and transportation is popular. Everyone is capable, and only people who treat and rescue diseases are real skills and hard principles. Who in the world can not get sick? Right!

In the winter vacation of his junior year, my grandfather died and left me a box of medical books, all of which are his experience in treating diseases all his life.

I was heartbroken during that time!

It can be said that I was brought up by my grandfather when I was a child, so when he died, I even regretted that I didn't listen to him to apply for the College of traditional Chinese medicine.

That big box of medical books was also transported to school by me. I was determined to take them with me wherever I went. They may be the only link between me and my grandfather in this world

I was moved to tears when I spoke with both voice and emotion, and Cheng Yaoxin almost sobbed when she heard the tears.

This makes me see the other side of Yao Xin's bold and unrestrained personality. I didn't expect that she was such a girl who was easily moved.

"Well, Yao Xin won't cry. She won't tell you about me after crying."

With a wry smile, I helped Yaoxin wipe away the tears on her face and handed her some facial tissues.

"Wuwu, brother Feng, um, um..."

Yao Xin asked me, "brother Feng, do you know how to see a doctor yourself? So you have to go to the Chinese herbal medicine store and prescribe your own prescriptions? "

Yaoxin's brain is fast enough. She has already reflected that I have an impulse to tell her my own story. On the one hand, I have an impulse to talk to her. On the other hand, I also tell her that some small problems are nothing to me.

"Make do with it!" I nodded, "although it's not self-governing, I can deal with this kind of skin injury and concussion."

Hehe, maybe I'm the only one who dares to call gunshot wound flesh wound.

In fact, the real gunshot and knife wounds are very terrible. Without effective, hygienic and timely treatment, if pus and infection lead to the deterioration of the injury, or even muscle and bone necrosis, amputation is necessary to save lives.

"Why don't we just buy some patent medicine? The herbal medicine seems to be suffering. It tastes bad. " Yao Xin is as nervous as I am.

"Little girl, you don't understand! The effect of Chinese patent medicine is far less than that of decoction medicine... "

But as soon as I spoke, I was interrupted by Yaoxin.

"Who's small? They're not small. You can tell me where I am."

Yao Xin was unconvinced and straightened her chest. All kinds of chaos and waves made me feel beautiful and painful.

"Good, good!" I surrender directly, "Yao Xin is not small, Yao Xin is big, everywhere is big!"

I am flustered not to choose the speech, follows her words to go on, has not noticed own language sickness.

She was stunned. Her eyebrows stood up and she cried, "good, dare to take advantage of my aunt..."

With that, he stretched out two delicate "magic grabs" and bravably grabbed them at me.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt that Yao Xin's little fist was just like thunder and rain, beating on my chest as gently as a finger."Come on ~ ~ ~ stop it," I said, "eat it quickly. Hey hey, you should have lunch early."

After eating all the soy sauce sticks, I changed my clothes with bandages on my shoulders and head. Just like Indian A-San, I went out of the hotel with Yaoxin to find a Chinese herbal medicine shop.

This place is on the edge of a dilapidated community facing demolition. It's in a mess, like a large open-air dump. We are almost walking with our noses in our hands. Even so, all kinds of strange and disgusting stinks still come to our faces.

When I got into the drugstore, I found that there was a doctor in charge, a man in charge of weighing herbs, and two salesmen specializing in selling proprietary Chinese medicines.

My appearance made them a little curious. The Chinese medicine doctor with a goatee, about 50 years old, immediately yelled and wanted to see a doctor and prescribe medicine for me.

Since the other party is very enthusiastic, I don't have to write a prescription for myself. I'm so astonished that I just let him have a look.

Briefly introduced the situation, Chinese medicine holding the goatee began to give me prescription.

However, when I watched him write on the prescription, his face was a little ugly.

My main illness is a gunshot wound in the shoulder and concussion.

In fact, the general pharmacist will never prescribe a prescription for the treatment of gunshot wounds. After all, the hidden danger behind this kind of injury is too big. Maybe it's a criminal case.

But this goatee didn't ask me how I got hurt, so he began to prescribe a prescription. It's really wonderful.

After all, Ginkgo biloba and cassia root have something to do with treating brain injury.

But what do you mean by ginseng?

What do Ganoderma lucidum and Huangjing want to do?

What a tonic!

Looking at the words on the prescription, I His face was as deep as water.