Gu Qingzhou chatted with He Mengde.

They talked about the future of Chinese medicine.

It has been many years since the crusade against traditional Chinese medicine, so under the pressure of public opinion, news came from Nanjing: it is forbidden to open schools of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is forbidden to apply for the construction of public hospitals of traditional Chinese medicine.

"First, the establishment of schools is prohibited, which fundamentally cuts off the transmission of traditional Chinese medicine; then the state does not subsidize the establishment of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, which makes it even more difficult for traditional Chinese medicine." Gu Qingzhou said, "When this decree is promulgated, our truly dark days will come. ."

He Mengde's face was also covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Qingzhou said: "I will find a way."

There is not necessarily a way, but it can always give other colleagues a way to survive.

He Mengde nodded.

The two discussed a lot.

"Uncle, I want to disclose all of my master's medical skills and teach them; we have left 20 of his prescriptions as secret medicines. After all, Western medicine also has privileged medicines, so it is impossible to really disclose all of them.

The remaining prescriptions, no matter how rare, are all released and handed over to the students to study and promote the development of traditional Chinese medicine. "Gu Qingzhou said.

He Mengde's eyes lit up.

"If you say that, I can accept it." He Mengde smiled, "I should keep a few points, not all of them."

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

Finally, He Mengde talked about a very important thing.

"On the East Street, there is a small western medicine clinic opened by a doctor who came back from the UK." He Mengde said, "Our Baicao Hall's business is about to drop again. Can we pay back the money? Qingzhou, you Have an idea?"

Gu Qingzhou didn't know this.

"Has it opened yet?" she asked.

He Mengde said: "It's been half a month since it opened, and I always wanted to tell you. Later, I got sick and I forgot."

Gu Qingzhou's information does not pay attention to these, so she does not know.

"It's okay, they do theirs, we do ours." Gu Qingzhou said.

It's just that, being so close, one in the middle and one in the west, is this a ring fight?

The other party knew that there was a large Chinese medicine shop on Ping'an West Street, and he also opened a western medicine clinic on West Street two streets away, which meant that it would crowd out Chinese medicine practitioners.

"Is it British?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

He Mengde shook his head: "It's Chinese, and my hometown used to be from Yuecheng."

"Then it's amazing that he can practice medicine in the UK for many years." Gu Qingzhou said.

He Mengde thinks about it, it is true.

Foreigners are superior to China when they come to China, but Chinese people are dwarfs when they go out.

The hospital saves lives and heals the wounded. This doctor has been practicing medicine in the UK for many years, which is also a powerful role.

Since it is so close, if we can unite......

Gu Qingzhou thought about his thoughts and thought that he wanted to eat one bite at a time. Let's start with the streets of the old city, and then we should have a beginning.

"Uncle, I want to visit that clinic, what's the doctor's last name?"

"The last name is Song." He Mengde said.

Just as he was talking, a voice came from outside.

The child's footsteps, dong dong dong, ran in, the youngest child of the He family, named He Wen.

He Mengde patted his younger son's head: "Go out and play."

The child came to Gu Qingzhou's side.

Gu Qingzhou picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

"Sister, here it is!" He Wen handed a piece of paper to Gu Qingzhou.

The paper is full of words.

Gu Qingzhou was stunned.

"Why give it to me?" She restrained her surprise and asked He Wen with a smile.

He Wendao: "There are characters, medical characters, and the same genius doctor as my sister, who wrote my sister!"

Gu Qingzhou laughed, there was a place in his heart that was unbelievably soft.

She has been particularly fond of children recently, and her innocent words put her in a good mood.

He Mengde was also curious.

Gu Qingzhou held the child in one hand and opened the paper with the other.

After reading it, her face remained calm, still smiling, but handed the paper to He Mengde.

He Mengde changed his face.

"I'll go out and see!" He Mengde angrily took the paper and walked out.

Gu Qingzhou was still teasing He Wen and asked him, "How do you know the characters?"

"My sister taught me?"

"Which elder sister taught? Where are your two elder sisters." Gu Qingzhou smiled.

He Wen said: "Big sister!"

"What other words do you know?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

He Wen told her bit by bit.

Gu Qingzhou was teasing the child here, but Yu Guang glanced outside, and the two little guys followed.

Soon, He Mengde came back with a lot of paper.

He Wen was impatient and wanted to go down to the ground to play, but Gu Qingzhou let him go.

As soon as the child left, her expression became heavy.

"Look at Qingzhou, they are too much!" He Mengde blushed with anger.

This is a flyer.

This leaflet says: "Pay attention to hygiene every day. If you have a headache, you should see Western medicine. Don't foolishly believe in Chinese medicine, delay your illness and be defrauded of money."

Then, below is the address of the Western Medicine Clinic.

"This street is covered." He Mengde was very angry.

Gu Qingzhou looked at it.

This is not only to promote the newly opened western medicine clinic, but also to undermine traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, scolding traditional Chinese medicine is a popular trend nowadays, and if they step on it like this, it will appear that they are fashionable, know China's national conditions, and can penetrate the hearts of the people.

"It's too much, I'm going to reason!" He Mengde lost his good temper and became angry, "We didn't attack them."

"I'm going to talk." Gu Qingzhou's charming eyebrows also added a layer of coldness, "It's just that the enemy should be resolved, so don't come to the door with great fanfare, make an appointment at the restaurant, and invite Dr. Song to come over for a cup of tea."

Having said that, Gu Qingzhou asked the adjutant to take her famous post and go to Dr. Song from the Western Medicine Clinic on Ping'an East Street.

Dr. Song has just left the operating room.

His small surgical clinic is fully functional.

There was a wife who committed suicide by swallowing gold. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor had no choice. The church hospital dared not go to the hospital and sent it to Dr. Song.

In this surgical operation, Dr. Song was very skilled in removing the gold nugget from the patient's stomach. It took more than six hours to complete this seemingly simple operation.

"Don't be so stupid in the future." Dr. Song said to the wife, "Isn't it impossible to get a divorce now? Just your gold should be your living expenses, not a tool to seek death."

The patient was still under anesthesia, and Dr. Song's words were almost murmuring to himself.

Just after half an hour of rest, an adjutant who was a soldier came in, startling the nurses.

"...The young lady invites you to sit down in the teahouse on West Street." The adjutant said.

After all, he turned and left.

young lady?

The corner of Dr. Song's lips sneered. He opened a clinic here, but he studied all around.

Knowing that He's Baicaotang had a relationship with the military government, Dr. Song still dared to open the clinic here, but because it was the ancestral home of his wife's family, it covered a large area and could save a part of the cost.

Going to buy such a large shop and floor, the price is too high.

"I want to take a look." Dr. Song disagreed.

He washed his hands and changed his clothes, changed into a crisp and expensive suit, put on glasses, and was ready to go to an appointment.

Just a few steps away.

His two young sons were fighting at the door, the youngest being five years old, and suddenly bumped into Dr. Song.

"Daddy, it hurts," the youngest son said.

Dr. Song smiled: "Did it hurt you?"

The child was at a loss, shook his head and said, "Daddy, I hurt so much."

"Where does it hurt?" Dr. Song asked again, frowning, thinking about taking the child to a large church hospital for a checkup.

The younger son recently complained about the pain. Dr. Song is a surgical surgeon. He took X-rays for the child, and he didn't eat any foreign objects and metals.

He's a doctor himself, but doesn't know much about pediatrics.

The child only has pain in the mouth. After the pain, he can eat and drink, and there is no problem at all. Mrs. Song said: "The child listens to the patient's pain every day and learns to talk, trying to attract the attention of adults. "

The wife said so, Dr. Song has another patient here, and he is not free, so he doesn't take it seriously.

I heard the child say pain again today.

He picked it up and asked his son, "Where do you hurt?"

There didn't seem to be any painful expression on the child's face. He twisted a few times to get off the ground, then turned around and went back to playing with his brother.

Very lively, I don't think he hurts anywhere.

Dr. Song shook his head: "Sickness and pain can make people anxious. Xiao Nan really doesn't see where the anxiety is."

After thinking about it for a while, he let go of his heart and turned around to go to the tea house.

As soon as he entered the door, the young man knew him: "Is it Dr. Song?"

Dr. Song was slightly surprised and nodded.

"Please, the young lady and the shopkeeper He are in the private room on the second floor." The young man said.

Dr. Song followed the boy upstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw He Mengde: wearing a blue cloth and satin gown, elegant and gentle, a bit like a shopkeeper in the former Qing Dynasty.

"This person is not bad." Dr. Song thought to himself, "a bit like a Chinese medicine doctor."

It's not a thief, not a fat head and a big ear, so Dr. Song's first impression of He Mengde is not bad.

Then, Dr. Song saw Gu Qingzhou again.

The young lady of the military government, she was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, with a long fringed shawl of the same color, and her skin was as fair as snow.

After a cursory glance, Dr. Song didn't take a close look at Gu Qingzhou's face. He only felt noble and graceful in his manners. At first glance, one would not dare to underestimate him.

"Manager He, Young Madam, I wonder if you two have anything to do?" After Dr. Song sat down, he started straight to the point.

He Mengde glanced at Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou said, "Doctor Song, is this the single page of your clinic?"

Dr. Song did not deny it.

"What's wrong?" Doctor Song asked.

"We open a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Doctor Song, are you provocative by slandering traditional Chinese medicine?" Gu Qingzhou asked solemnly with a frown.

Her aura was suddenly suppressed, causing Dr. Song to subconsciously feel awe.

Dr. Song returned to his senses, and his attitude was also cold and arrogant, with a gesture of not being afraid of power: "Young Madam, these are not my words, but the words of Minister Wu of the Political Department."

After that, Dr. Song took out a newspaper and handed it to Gu Qingzhou: "This is what Minister Wu said to the teachers and students of Jinling Medical University in February when he visited Jinling Medical University. Traditional Chinese medicine is backward and ignorant, and the dross should be eliminated!"

To criticize Chinese medicine now is to comply with public opinion, and it is a very correct political attitude.

"Young madam, what's wrong with the government officials' speeches on this page?" Dr. Song looked at Gu Qingzhou and Shopkeeper He coldly, with endless contempt in his heart.

Chinese medicine shop?

You two liars!