Chapter 1223
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This set of gold needles is really left by Sun Simiao!
In ancient China, Sun Simiao was as famous as Bian que, Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen. It is said that he developed countless prescriptions in his life, saving more patients than people in a city.
So up to now, there are still many medicine King temples built in many parts of the country to commemorate this famous doctor.
It seems that after Sun Simiao's death, he still felt that he had saved too few people. A shadow of the spirit lived in his golden needle. He wanted to carry forward the spirit of the doctor's parents with the help of his descendants
Can be passed to the generation of sun Youliang, Chinese medicine has gradually become lonely, even the Chinese people do not believe it, so he has no use.
I'm afraid that in this period of time, Sun Simiao's heart was as broken as a knife when he saw his descendants bumping into walls everywhere?
By chance, his descendants found me.
I helped his posterity to carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, so that the nine needles of Lingshu, which had been silent for many years, finally broke through the dust and revealed their divine power! Sun Simiao just thanked me and became my guardian spirit.
"Yaowang, thank you very much, younger generation Zhang Jiulin!" I looked down at the Yongling ring in my hand and said respectfully.
Sun Simiao's spirit seemed to hear my words, and a golden halo lit up slightly on Yongling ring, as if his kind smile was moistening my heart.
As soon as I saw that sun Youliang's affairs had settled, I pushed the ward away and quietly left.
A few days later, sun Youliang came to thank me personally.
He said that he was lucky to meet me. If he met a black hearted antique dealer, he would have cheated his ancestral gold needle, not to mention looking for relationships to help him find a way out.
I laughed and turned off the topic. I asked him how he was working now. Did vice president Zhao still embarrass him?
He shook his head: "no, but..."
Speaking of this, he sighed: "I have fewer and fewer patients now. Sometimes I can't touch one of them all day."
"Why?" I'm very strange.
"Now people don't know what's wrong. Once I feel uncomfortable, I put down my glass in silence.
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This set of gold needles is really left by Sun Simiao!
In ancient China, Sun Simiao was as famous as Bian que, Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen. It is said that he developed countless prescriptions in his life, saving more patients than people in a city.
So up to now, there are still many medicine King temples built in many parts of the country to commemorate this famous doctor.
It seems that after Sun Simiao's death, he still felt that he had saved too few people. A shadow of the spirit lived in his golden needle. He wanted to carry forward the spirit of the doctor's parents with the help of his descendants
Can be passed to the generation of sun Youliang, Chinese medicine has gradually become lonely, even the Chinese people do not believe it, so he has no use.
I'm afraid that in this period of time, Sun Simiao's heart was as broken as a knife when he saw his descendants bumping into walls everywhere?
By chance, his descendants found me.
I helped his posterity to carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, so that the nine needles of Lingshu, which had been silent for many years, finally broke through the dust and revealed their divine power! Sun Simiao just thanked me and became my guardian spirit.
"Yaowang, thank you very much, younger generation Zhang Jiulin!" I looked down at the Yongling ring in my hand and said respectfully.
Sun Simiao's spirit seemed to hear my words, and a golden halo lit up slightly on Yongling ring, as if his kind smile was moistening my heart.
As soon as I saw that sun Youliang's affairs had settled, I pushed the ward away and quietly left.
A few days later, sun Youliang came to thank me personally.
He said that he was lucky to meet me. If he met a black hearted antique dealer, he would have cheated his ancestral gold needle, not to mention looking for relationships to help him find a way out.
I laughed and turned off the topic. I asked him how he was working now. Did vice president Zhao still embarrass him?
He shook his head: "no, but..."
Speaking of this, he sighed: "I have fewer and fewer patients now. Sometimes I can't touch one of them all day."
"Why?" I'm very strange.
"Now people don't know what's wrong. Once I feel uncomfortable, I put down my glass in silence.
This set of gold needles is really left by Sun Simiao! In ancient China, Sun Simiao was as famous as Bian que, Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen. It is said that he developed countless prescriptions in his life, saving more patients than people in a city. So up to now, there are still many medicine King temples built in many parts of the country to commemorate this famous doctor. It seems that after Sun Simiao's death, he still felt that he had saved too few people. A shadow of the spirit lived in his golden needle. He wanted to carry forward the spirit of the doctor's parents with the help of his descendants Can be passed to the generation of sun Youliang, Chinese medicine has gradually become lonely, even the Chinese people do not believe it, so he has no use. I'm afraid that in this period of time, Sun Simiao's heart was as broken as a knife when he saw his descendants bumping into walls everywhere? By chance, his descendants found me. I helped his posterity to carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, so that the nine needles of Lingshu, which had been silent for many years, finally broke through the dust and revealed their divine power! Sun Simiao just thanked me and became my guardian spirit. "Yaowang, thank you very much, younger generation Zhang Jiulin!" I looked down at the Yongling ring in my hand and said respectfully. Sun Simiao's spirit seemed to hear my words, and a golden halo lit up slightly on Yongling ring, as if his kind smile was moistening my heart. As soon as I saw that sun Youliang's affairs had settled, I pushed the ward away and quietly left. A few days later, sun Youliang came to thank me personally. He said that he was lucky to meet me. If he met a black hearted antique dealer, he would have cheated his ancestral gold needle, not to mention looking for relationships to help him find a way out. I laughed and turned off the topic. I asked him how he was working now. Did vice president Zhao still embarrass him? He shook his head: "no, but..." Speaking of this, he sighed: "I have fewer and fewer patients now. Sometimes I can't touch one of them all day." "Why?" I'm very strange. "Now people don't know what's wrong. Once I feel uncomfortable, I put down my glass in silence.
