This set of golden needles was indeed left by Sun Simiao!

In ancient China, Sun Simiao was a person as famous as Bian Que, Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen. Legend has it that he developed countless prescriptions throughout his life, saving more patients than people in a city.

Therefore, to this day, there are still many places across the country that have built the Yaowang Temple to commemorate this famous doctor.

It seems that after Sun Simiao died, he still felt that he had saved too few people. A wisp of ghost was then sent to the golden needles he had with him, hoping to continue to carry forward the spirit of the doctor's parents' hearts with the help of his descendants...

But when it was passed down to Sun Youliang's generation, traditional Chinese medicine has gradually become lonely and even the Chinese themselves do not believe it, so he has no place to use it.

I'm afraid that during these days, Sun Simiao's heart was also like a knife when he saw his descendants hitting walls everywhere?

By chance, his descendants found me.

I helped his descendants carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, allowing the nine needles of Lingshu that had been silent for many years to finally break out of the dust and reveal their divine power! Only then did Sun Simiao repay me and take the initiative to become my guardian spirit.

"The Medicine King is here again, thank you younger brother Zhang Jiulin!" I looked down at the Yongling Ring in my hand and said respectfully.

Sun Simiao's ghost seemed to hear my words, and a golden halo lit up on the Yongling Ring, as if his kind smile warmed my heart.

As soon as I saw that Sun Youliang’s affairs had settled, I pushed open the ward and left quietly.

A few days later, Sun Youliang came to thank me in person.

He said that he had met me fortunately. If he had met a bad antique businessman, he would have cheated away his ancestral golden needle, and would not have looked for contacts everywhere to help him find a way out.

I smiled and changed the subject and asked him how he is working now. Does Vice President Zhao still make things difficult for him?

He shook his head: "That's not, but..."

Speaking of this, he sighed long: "I have fewer and fewer patients nowadays, and sometimes I can't touch one even if I sit all day."

"Why?" I was very surprised.

"People nowadays don't know what's wrong. Once they feel uncomfortable, their first idea is to take antibiotics and take medicine. If they really don't work, they will take surgery. They won't even think of traditional Chinese medicine. Many people are already terminally ill, but they would rather be tortured to death by chemotherapy than let traditional Chinese medicine recuperation."

"There is another man named Fang Zhouzi who attacks me on Weibo every day, saying that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and garbage, so he should not stay in this world. Western medicine is the greatest existence! In this way, even fewer people come to see me for treatment."

"It seems that I can no longer continue to promote traditional Chinese medicine. It is probably impossible to spread the nine acupunctures to my generation."

Sun Youliang sighed again with a sad expression, then stared blankly at the full moon hanging in the air, silently silent.

...

A few months later, I suddenly received a strange call.

It is an international long-distance call from Ferdrida, USA.

The caller was Sun Youliang.

I was surprised to ask, why did you go to the United States? Did the hospital organize you to go abroad for inspection?

He replied sadly: "I have left that hospital and am now doing traditional Chinese medicine research in actcm in the United States."

After hearing this result, I couldn't help but feel a little silenced.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

After a long time of silence, I suddenly heard a low sob sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Master Zhang...I disappoint you." He cried bitterly: "I am really not a traitor. I was so desperate that I chose to leave because of their roll of eyes."

"I also want to repay your kindness, and I also want to promote traditional Chinese medicine, but now I really don't recognize traditional Chinese medicine! They mocked me, despise me, insulted me, and belittled the five thousand years of motherland medicine."

"But after I arrived abroad, I saw another scene! I saw that Japanese people are now using our Chinese medicine prescriptions. Koreans have included acupuncture as a compulsory medical course, and Americans are even more respectful to Chinese medicine. As soon as I got there, they opened a clinic for me, and the patients who came to the hospital lined up in a long queue, applauding me, marveling at the great medicine from China! Let me tell you a joke, Chinese medicine in the United States can practice medicine alone, and I was even hired as a professor of actcm..."

"Are those foreigners stupid, or are we wrong?"

He said that his mother had passed away and he had no worries in China. This may be the last call he made to the other side of the ocean.

The land of the motherland that gave birth to him and raised him no longer accepted him. In order to carry forward Sun Simiao's spirit and to let traditional Chinese medicine have a last breath, he chose to be a "traitor" to let traditional Chinese medicine take root in the United States.

Finally, his voice was hoarse and he almost shouted and said to me: "Master Zhang, goodbye!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

I know that his goodbye was not only what he said to me, but also the hometown that once glorious for five thousand years.

That night, I asked Li Mazi to go to the food stall outside to drink. While drinking, my eyes were red and tears rolled in my eyes.

I asked Li Mazi in a very bad mood, why are our lives getting better and better, and our country getting stronger, but our nation has become more and more powerful?

We abandon our mother tongue and let our children recite English words from an early age.

We abandoned our Hanfu and put on suits and evening skirts.

We abandon our festivals and spend Christmas abroad.

We stepped on our own Gu Le to death, kneeling humiliatedly in front of the Korean singer, wagging their tails like dogs.

By the way, there is also traditional Chinese medicine...

I asked Li Mazi with my fingers, is Chinese medicine really bad? Are you really behind?

Then why does Japan regard the Chinese prescription as a treasure, the United States has risen from traditional Chinese medicine schools, and South Korea wants to apply for the cultural heritage of traditional Chinese medicine all day long, and even swimming champion Ferps is a cupping enthusiast?

Li Mazi played with his cell phone for a while before answering: Brother Zhang! Are you really stupid or fake? Don’t you know that some people can’t stand up after kneeling for a long time? Open your eyes and look at the books written by your compatriots.

After saying that, he put the e-book he just found on Weibo in front of me----The first chapter of "Shaping the Brick Traditional Chinese Medicine": "Compendium of Materia Medica" is a complete collection of jokes.
Chapter completed!