The King of Medicine and the Republic of China Counterattacked the Road of Traditional Chinese Medicine

When a wisp of the fragrance of medicine from the Tang Dynasty drifted into the smoke of the Republic of China, Sun Simiao opened his eyes in the dilapidated medical clinic, and the warmth of a silver needle from a thousand years ago still remained in his palms. Troubled times are like strong winds breaking down trees, and traditional Chinese medicine is like a broken candle, swaying between cold eyes and ruins. He was trapped in a body of poverty and illness, witnessed ruffians smashing medicine cabinets, and saw how the blind worship of "science" deep in people's hearts crushed thousands of years of wisdom into powder. Dilemmas follow: Western medicine monopolizes the right to speak, while Chinese medicine is denounced as superstitious and even deprived of the qualification to save people. The turning point begins with a silver needle. He used ancient methods to prick acupuncture points and apply medicine, and the cancer on the gangster's wrist quietly disappeared. The rumors are reversed and the door is gradually opened. Since then, free clinics have been blocked, teaching materials have been banned, Zhang Jingming was confronted, and he was imprisoned... Every step he took was on the tongue of fire, but it also ignited more people's trust and hope in traditional Chinese medicine. The price was blood, prison, and even a shaken faith. And when he stood on the threshold of revival and looked back, one question was still like dew on the night: when tradition and modernity collide fiercely, how should mankind face its own civilization? Burn to the embers, or be reborn with the fire of reason?