He Huaijin, the youngest inmate of Damingtai Hospital, woke up in a broken clinic in Qingyu County in the north.
There was only three and a half yuan left in his pocket, and the door was blocked by patients who wanted explanations. The original owner passed away while trying to diagnose, leaving him with a mess.
In his left hand, he held the "Qing Sang Manuscript" that Taiyuan Hospital had not published, and in his mind were hundreds of imperial prescriptions that had never been seen by modern Chinese medicine, as well as the lost 13-needle skills of Taiyuan Hospital. He looked disgusted at the model with wrong acupuncture points, turned to his smartphone to study for a long time, and asked, "How can this small square hold the words of a person thousands of miles away?"
Western medicine has diagnosed a chronic disease that requires life-long medication, but he uses three doses of medicine to eradicate it; a pseudo-TCM doctor dares to boast about the magical prescription passed down by his ancestors, and he can open his mouth to tell the source of the prescription and which medicine was used incorrectly, so that his pants are stripped; a black-hearted seller of sulfur-smeared fake medicine defrauds the common people, and he directly walks away without showing any mercy.
From the broken clinic in the old city to the National Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference, he showed the real things of orthodox court Chinese medicine hundreds of years ago in front of everyone——
The craftsmanship passed down by our ancestors has never been comparable to those deceptive gadgets on the market. If you dare to come to the gym, I will use real therapeutic effects to swell your face.
