Chapter 11

Lin's hospital. Lin Chun Chun is pulling a reclining chair. The old God is lying at the gate, bathed in the rising sun, thinking about how many people can be washed white today. I didn't expect that Xu zhe was coming. Lin Chunchun's family was very poor when he was a child. After graduating from junior high school, he was sent to the town by his parents to study traditional Chinese medicine with master Xu in order to settle down in the future. Later, looking honest and honest, Mr. Xu supported him to continue his studies until he graduated from university. During his college years, Mr. Xu was also an open-minded man. Considering that traditional Chinese medicine was getting worse and worse, western medicine was booming. Lin Chun chose a major in western medicine and began to study western medicine. After graduation, Lin Chun opened a small clinic smoothly. As for why we teach Lin's clinic instead of calling it Lin Chunchun clinic, Lin Chunchun thinks that his name is too low. It is estimated that no one dares to come by using his name as a signboard. Using Lin's as a signboard can give people the feeling of practicing medicine for generations. Business might be better. However, the results did not have any egg use, business has been tepid, few patients a day. Linhai Road, Xu zhe rushed to Lin's clinic. Lin Chunchun, who is still wandering on the rattan chair, somehow feels a murderous air. His vest is chilly. As soon as he opens his eyes, he sees Xu Zhe's face turns black and his veins are bulging. Lin Chunchun looks like he wants to eat people. This frightens him. He runs into the hospital and closes the glass door. He dares not come out of the room. When Xu zhe saw Lin Chunchun like this, he was very angry and funny. With a smile and a long face, he said, "elder martial brother Lin, you killed me yesterday. It can't be turned over without some blood. " Seeing Xu Zhe's face softened, he said with a ha ha, "younger martial brother, that's for sure. Let's go home. I'll make you a table full of Han people." Xu Zhe is carrying a box, and Lin Chunchun walks into the hall. The box looks old and simple. People can see it as an old object. It's coated with red paint, with a metal handle on it, and a small copper ring on each end of the box. Among the four sides, there are three deep scratches on one side. On the dark red box, there are four characters of xuanhu Jishi. Looking at the medicine box, Lin Chunchun is filled with emotion. He remembers that every time Mr. Xu went out to see a doctor, he would carry this medicine box on his back. Now this medicine box, which represents the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, has been passed on to Xu Zhe. He seemed to see the history of traditional Chinese medicine handed down from generation to generation. While he was happy, he also had a trace of sadness. Once upon a time, he also took promoting traditional Chinese medicine as his duty. However, due to the limitations of traditional Chinese medicine, it often took more than ten years of experience to accumulate. As a result, no one of the young traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners now dare to believe it. Countless traditional Chinese medicine hospitals closed down, and Lin Chunchun was defeated by the cruel reality, I think his eyes are moist. He took a deep breath, then restrained the emotion, wiped the wet corner of his eyes, reached out and patted his shoulder: "in the future, we may not need the medical box, now we are all on duty, and there is little chance to visit."“ I'm used to it. If I don't, I'll feel empty in my heart. " Xu zhe said with a smile, "Oh, no, let's go home." Then he slammed the door“ We don't get drunk at night Lin Chunchun was very happy when his younger martial brother, whom he had not seen for many years, appeared in front of him. Especially when he saw the medical box on Xu Zhe's back, he felt that his ideal had come back to life, and TCM could continue to be inherited.