There Are Green Eaves on Qihuang Road

On a rainy night in late spring, covered in cold rain, I held the scroll-edited "Huangdi Neijing" and opened the door to the green-roofed medical center deep in the bluestone alley filled with the fragrance of medicine. The lights in the museum are warm and soft, and Mr. Qingyan, who is sitting upright in front of the case, has a temperament as elegant as bamboo and has exquisite medical skills. The phrase "come for Qihuang" started my lifelong journey of studying medicine. Mr. Qingyan set the most orthodox order for me to study medicine: first start with acupuncture, understand the meridians, understand qi and blood, and practice the method of holding needles to move the fingers; then study the "Huangdi Neijing" in depth, understand the yin and yang and the five elements, and establish the foundation of medicine; then study the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"; finally study "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Jingui Synopsis" thoroughly, and be familiar with the principles, prescriptions and medicines, and then be able to treat the disease according to the syndrome. From holding the needle without daring to start, to pinching the silver needle firmly and knowing the opportunity; from rote memorization of the articles, to comprehensive understanding, syndrome differentiation and treatment; from talking on paper, to personally clearing the nose of the neighborhood children, reducing fever, and relieving the suffering of the patients, I slowly touched the soul of traditional Chinese medicine with every needle, point, prescription and medicine. Mr. Qingyan not only taught me medical skills, but also taught me the benevolence of a doctor: do not be greedy for quick results, do not seek vain fame, take one step at a time, and practice in a down-to-earth manner. With a gentle and firm attitude, she guarded a medical clinic in the turbulent world. With a medicine, a needle, and a book, she saved others and herself. Along the way, there was the solitary lamp of reading classics at night, the anxiety of clinical mistakes, the joy of the patient's recovery, and the peace of mind that my husband was leading the way. The road to Qihuang is long and full of obstacles, but I am no longer confused. Because I know that on this road of pursuing medicine, there is always a green lantern, a wisp of medicinal fragrance, and a guide who will accompany me step by step from an ignorant beginner to a doctor who can take responsibility and keep his original intention. Intention: One eaves of lights, one road of confusion, one mind to keep upright, one skill to help people.