Sir,Your Wife Escape Again

Gu Qingzhou talks with he mengde.

They talked about the future of traditional Chinese medicine.

It has been many years since the crusade against traditional Chinese medicine. Therefore, under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing: it is forbidden for traditional Chinese medicine to run schools and apply for the construction of public traditional Chinese medicine hospitals.

"First, the prohibition of running schools has fundamentally cut off the successors of traditional Chinese medicine; second, the state does not subsidize the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, making it more difficult for traditional Chinese medicine." Gu Qingzhou said, "as soon as this law is promulgated, our real dark days will come."

He mengde's face was covered with frost.

Gu Qingzhou said, "I will find a way."

There may not be a way, but it can always give other colleagues a way to live.

He mengde nodded.

The two discussed a lot more.

"Uncle, I want to make all of my master's medical skills public and pass them on. We have left 20 kinds of his prescriptions as secret prescriptions. After all, western medicine has its own privileges. It's impossible to make all of them public.

The rest of the prescriptions, no matter how rare, will be released to the students for research, so as to promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. " Gu Qingzhou road.

He mengde's eyes brightened.

"If you say that, I can accept it." He mengde said with a smile, "we should keep some points, not all of them."

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

Finally, he mengde talks about a very important thing.

"On the other side of East Street, there is a small western medicine clinic, which was opened by a doctor who came back from England." He mengde said, "the business of our Baicao hall is going down again. It's hard to say whether we can get back to the capital. Do you have an idea

Gu Qingzhou didn't know that.

"Is it open yet?" She asked.

He mengde said: "it's been half a month since I started business. I always wanted to tell you. Later, I fell slightly ill, and I forgot."

Gu Qingzhou's intelligence doesn't pay attention to these, so she doesn't know.

"It's OK, they do theirs, we do ours." Gu Qingzhou road.

It's just, it's so close, one middle school and one west. Is this a challenge arena?

The other side knows that there is a large Chinese medicine shop in Ping'an West Street, and they also open the western medicine clinic in the West Street two blocks away, which means to crush traditional Chinese medicine.

"Is it English?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

He mengde shook his head: "it's a Chinese. His hometown used to be Yuecheng."

"It's amazing that he can practice medicine in England for many years." Gu Qingzhou road.

He mengde thinks that's true.

Foreigners are superior when they come to China, but Chinese are dwarfs when they go out.

The doctor, who has been practicing medicine in Britain for many years, is also a great role.

Since it's so close, if it's possible to unite with...

GU Qingzhou thinks about his mind and wants to eat one bite at a time. Starting from the streets of the old city, there will be a beginning.

"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic. What's the doctor's name?"

"Song." He mengde said.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

Children's footsteps, Dong Dong Dong ran in, is he's youngest child, called He Wen.

He mengde patted his little son's head: "go out to play."

But the child came to Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

"Sister, here you are!" He wen handed a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.

The paper is full of words.

Gu Qingzhou was stunned.

"Why give it to me?" She was surprised and asked he wen with a smile.

He Wen said: "there are words, medical words, and the sister of the same doctor, write sister!"

Gu Qingzhou laughs. There is a place in his heart that is incredibly soft.

Recently, she is very fond of children. Her childlike words make her in a good mood.

He mengde is also curious.

Gu Qingzhou holds the child in one hand and opens the paper in the other.

After reading, her face was still silent and smiling, but she handed the paper to he mengde.

He mengde changed his face.

"I'll go out and have a look!" He mengde angrily took the paper and went out.

Gu Qingzhou still teases He Wen and asks him, "how do you know Chinese characters?"

"Sister taught it?"

"Which sister taught it? Where are your two sisters Gu Qingzhou said with a smile.

He Wen said: "elder sister!"

"What else do you know?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

He Wen told her bit by bit.

Gu Qingzhou teases the child, but Yu Guang glances outside, and the two guys follow him out.

Soon, he mengde came back with a lot of paper.

He Wen was also impatient and wanted to go down to play. Gu Qingzhou let him go.

As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.

"Canoe, you see, they are too much!" He mengde blushed with anger.This is a leaflet page.

This single page says: "pay attention to daily hygiene, pay attention to western medicine for headache and fever, and don't blindly believe in traditional Chinese medicine. If you delay your illness, you will be cheated."

Then, here is the address of the western medicine clinic.

"The street is full of stickers." He mengde is very angry.

Gu Qingzhou took a look.

This is not only to publicize the new western medicine clinic, but also to step down the traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, it's a popular trend to scold traditional Chinese medicine. On the contrary, it seems that they are fashionable, aware of China's national conditions, and can go deep into the hearts of the people.

"That's too much. I'm going to theorize!" He mengde no longer good temper, angry, "we did not attack them."

"To say it." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyes and eyebrows also add a layer of bitterness, "it's just that the enemy should be solved rather than tied up, so don't go to the teahouse in a big way. Invite Dr. Song to have a cup of tea."

With that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her name card and invite Dr. Song of Pingan East Street western medicine clinic.

Dr. song just came out of the operating room.

His small surgical clinic is fully functional.

There was a wife who swallowed gold and committed suicide. TCM couldn't help it. The church hospital didn't dare to go and sent it to doctor song.

In this kind of surgery, Dr. Song was very skilled and took out the gold nugget from the stomach for the patient. He was busy for more than six hours before completing this seemingly simple operation.

"Don't be so silly in the future." Doctor Song said to the wife, "now you can't divorce? Your ingot of gold alone should be the cost of your life, not the tool of death. "

The patient was still under anesthesia, and Dr. Song's words were almost mumbling to himself.

Just after half an hour's rest, a military adjutant came in and startled the nurses.

"...... Young lady, please go to the teahouse on West Street." Vice official road.

Then he turned and left.

Young lady?

Doctor song sneered. He opened a clinic here, but he studied all around.

Knowing that he's thatched cottage has something to do with the military government, Dr. Song still dares to open the clinic here, only because it is his wife's ancestral home, which covers a large area and can save part of the cost.

To buy such a large shop and floor, the price is too high.

"I'll see." Dr. Song didn't think so.

He washed his hands and changed his clothes, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, and wore glasses, ready to go to the appointment.

It's just a few steps away.

His two youngest sons were fighting at the door. The youngest five-year-old ran into Dr. Song.

"Dad, it hurts." Xiao Er Zi Dao.

Dr. Song said with a smile, "I hurt you?"

The child is at a loss, shake a head to say again: "father, I am very painful."

"Where does it hurt?" Doctor song asked again, frowning, thinking of taking the child to a big church hospital for an examination.

The youngest son has been talking about pain recently. Dr. Song is a surgeon. He took an X-ray of the child and didn't eat any foreign body metal.

He's a doctor himself, but he doesn't know pediatrics.

The child just mumbles the pain on his mouth. When the pain is over, he should eat and drink. There is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said, "the child listens to the patient's cry of pain every day and learns to speak. He wants to attract the attention of adults."

His wife said so. Doctor song had another patient here, and he didn't have time, so he didn't take it seriously.

Today, I heard the child say it hurts again.

He picked it up and asked his son, "where do you hurt?"

On the child's face, there seemed to be no expression of pain. He twisted a few times and wanted to go down to the ground. He turned around to play with his brother again.

It's very lively. I don't think it hurts.

Doctor song shook his head: "sick pain can make people anxious, Xiao Nan really did not see where the anxiety."

After thinking about it, he let go and turned to the teahouse.

As soon as he came in, he knew him: "is it doctor song?"

Doctor song was slightly surprised and nodded.

"Please, young lady and shopkeeper he are on the second floor." He said.

Doctor song followed the boy upstairs.

As soon as I enter the door, I see he mengde: wearing a long blue silk shirt, elegant and gentle, a bit like the shopkeeper in the pre Qing Dynasty.

"That's a good man, too." Doctor song thought, "it's a bit of a traditional Chinese medicine."

It's not a thief's eye, it's not a fat head, it's not bad for doctor song to have a first impression of he mengde.

Then doctor song saw Gu Qingzhou again.

The young lady of the military government, wearing a white cheongsam and a long tassel shawl of the same color, has a fair skin.

After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't take care of Qingzhou's face. He only felt that he was noble and graceful, which made people dare not underestimate.

"Shopkeeper he, young lady, what can I do for you two?" After Dr. Song sat down, he came to the point.He mengde looks at Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou said: "doctor song, is this the single page of your clinic?"

Dr. Song did not deny it.

"What's the matter?" Asked Dr. Song.

"We run a Chinese medicine shop. Dr. Song, are you being provocative when you slander Chinese medicine like this?" Gu Qingzhou asked solemnly.

Her momentum suddenly came down, which made Doctor song feel awed subconsciously.

Dr. Song looked back, his attitude was cold and arrogant, and he was not afraid of power: "young lady, this is not my words, but the words of Minister Wu of the political department."

After that, Dr. Song took out a newspaper and handed it to Gu Qingzhou: "this is what Minister Wu said to all the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University when he visited Jinling Medical University in February. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and stupid. We should get rid of the dross!"

Nowadays, criticizing traditional Chinese medicine conforms to public opinion and is a correct political attitude.

"Young lady, I have written the speeches of government officials on this single page. What's wrong?" Doctor song coldly looks at Gu Qingzhou and manager he, and his heart rises with endless contempt.

Chinese medicine shop?

You two liars!