The Young Master of the Coal Miner

Xue Lin returned to Xue's house in a daze, but was blocked in the main room by Mrs. Xue.

"I'm back." Mrs. Xue was waiting here for her grandson.

"Hmm." Xue Lin replied casually, his mind wandering for a long time.

The old lady Xue was also a little annoyed when she saw her grandson's sloppy and indifferent look: "You are so sloppy all day long, and you don't know how to shave your beard. Do you really think you are a bandit?"

Xue Lin stroked his beloved's bearded beard, and listened to grandma's thoughts without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't even wear the mandarin jacket neatly, Mrs. Xue was very angry: "When you go to see the young master of the He family tomorrow, you can't be so sloppy. I will button all these buttons."

"See the young master of the He family?" Xue Lin obediently buttoned the top two buttons of his collar, and asked strangely.

"Last time Mrs. He said that his son liked "free love", so she told you two to meet first before making a marriage agreement. "

Mrs. Xue is quite satisfied with this arrangement, but she is afraid that her somewhat incomprehensible grandson will lose the chain.

"Free love..." Xue Lin frowned and mulled over the word for a while, but didn't understand what it meant. He scratched his head and prepared to walk to his room.

"Ah, don't go now. Here is a picture of the young master of Zhang He's family. I asked a matchmaker to get it with great difficulty!" Mrs. Xue wanted to stop her grandson and let him see if the fiancée looked like he liked.

Xue Lin waved his hand indifferently: "We will know what he looks like next time we meet."

The old lady Xue sighed, and touched the old black and white photo with her old hand, which she bought from a matchmaker after spending 30 taels.

The teenager in the photo looked only in his teens, wearing a robe, with a childish face and a bright smile.

If Xue Lin saw the photo, he would recognize that the young man's eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as that pretty young master.

……

He Fu.

Mrs. He was very puzzled when she saw the servant coming back with a bunch of pearl hairpins. After asking, she realized that the youngest son had caused the trouble again.

It turned out that after He Wenyang came home from school, he clamored to go to the East Street to find a clay figurine master to make clay figurines.He Wenyan did what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, this kid was dishonest on the street, and was almost trampled to death by a big horse. Fortunately, the horse only tore up someone else's stall, and nothing happened to the monkey.

Mrs. He saw the frightened youngest son, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were still tears on his little face. She was angry and pitiful, and said: "This time I took your elder brother out to go crazy, how dare you go home and cry?"

She hugged He Wenyang, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears and snot, seeing that he was still stupid, she softened her heart and was not willing to punish him.

Mrs. He sighed, and asked the maids to divide up the pile of beads, and fined the servants around He Wenyang with three months' monthly salary.

But when Master He came back and found out about this, he was not as soft-hearted as Mrs. He. Not only did He Wenyang not escape the beating board, but he was also punished to kneel in the ancestral hall for half an hour. to midnight.

At the dinner table, He Wenyang was crying and eating with a spoon, and the whole family has long been familiar with it.Only He Wenyan felt that his younger brother was crying pitifully, so he picked up a few chopsticks for him.

"Yan'er, don't spoil him. He just needs to suffer a little so that he can have a better memory."

Master He knows his youngest son very well. He Wenyang has caused him many troubles since he was a child. If he hadn't almost lost his life this time, he would not have severely punished him.

He Wenyan looked at his younger brother who looked at him pitifully, and withdrew his hand holding the vegetables, leaving He Wenyang crying alone.

Mrs. He finished his meal, took a sip of tea, and said to his eldest grandson, "Yan'er should have learned a lot overseas these years, what plans do you have in Jinning in the future?"

"I originally wanted to open a Western medicine hospital in Jinning, but the equipment for this hospital has to be purchased from overseas." He Wenyan told Mrs. He about his plan.

Mrs. He nodded. Although western medicine is different from traditional Chinese medicine, it also treats diseases and saves lives. Now that western medicine is prevalent, it must have its merits.

Master He saw that his eldest son needed equipment, so he said to He Wenyan: "Someday you will make a list of the equipment you need, and Dad will buy it for you. If the hospital wants to be built in Jinning, Dad will help you buy it. .” After finishing speaking, Master He took another piece of meat for his eldest son.

He Wenyang on the side looked hot-eyed, and could only pick up the rice in the bowl with a spoon.

"Since Yan'er is fine now, why don't you come to grandfather's medical clinic to help first." Mrs. He stroked his beard with a smile. Although his grandson studied western medicine, he must not forget his roots. After all, this Chinese medicine is still the root of the He family. "Grandfather can teach you more, and it will save your brother from taking you out to play all day long."

He Wenyang, who was only eight years old, only felt that he was targeted by the whole family, and silently wiped away his tears.

After the meal, He Wenyan remembered that he had brought gifts to his parents and grandfather from abroad.

What Master He gave was a flip pocket watch studded with diamonds. The inside of the flip cover and the hands are inlaid with tiny diamonds. Master He has always liked these precision instruments, so he immediately carried the pocket watch He Wenyan gave him close to his body, replacing the old one. old pocket watch.

What Mrs. He got was an emerald necklace. The oval emerald pendant was connected in series with brilliant diamonds and flawless pearls, which looked very expensive.This necklace was bought by He Wenyan from a declining English nobleman, and the diamonds on it were all excavated from South Africa.

Mrs. He put the necklace around her neck fondly, and asked her eldest son worriedly whether the necklace was too eye-catching and not suitable for her age.

He Wenyan stroked Mrs. He's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mother, how old are you at this age? If you only look at your appearance, outsiders would think you are my sister!"

Mrs. He said that He Wenyan was talking nonsense, and was coaxed by the eldest son to happily accept the necklace, and was going to wear it when she had a party with other ladies next time.

And Mrs. He received a decades-old American ginseng, a wild ginseng from America.Although it is very different from the medicinal use of ginseng, it is also extremely precious.

Mrs. He accepted the gift with satisfaction, but saw that the eldest grandson was still staying with him and was not about to leave, so he asked with a smile, "Yan'er, do you have any doubts and would like to ask Grandpa?"

Seeing his grandfather looking at him kindly and kindly, He Wenyan bit his lip before opening his mouth and replied: "Grandpa, you asked me to study abroad and learn Western medical skills to contribute to the country. After the former dynasty, although it is the Republic of China now, the country is torn apart. What is the use of my medical skills?"

"Yan'er, you are narrow-minded."

Mrs. He shook his head with a smile, looked at his bewildered grandson stroking his long beard, and said: "Fan Gong in the Northern Song Dynasty said: If you are not a good minister, you are a good doctor. Although you cannot be a good minister and make the world peaceful, you can be a good doctor. To benefit the people of one side. Why not?"

Seeing that He Wenyan still half-understood, Mrs. He went on to say: "Doctors are benevolent. Those of us who are doctors just heal the common people with benevolence and the art of Chinese medicine. Look at this American ginseng plant. Can our country fail to save people? If you look at the people outside, if you cut your braids and obey the people of the Qing Dynasty and become the people of the Republic of China, aren’t they the people of our country?”

Old Mrs. He touched He Wenyan's head as he did when he was a child, and sighed: "Grandpa only hopes that you can use what you have learned, and that your medical skills can benefit the common people."

"Thank you grandfather for teaching." He Wenyan bowed respectfully, just like when he was a child.

Mrs. He nodded with a smile, indicating that the eldest grandson can go out.

After He Wenyan left, Mrs. He closed the door and came to the desk alone.

The front of the square table made of rosewood is carved with a pattern of orchids and osmanthus, and the orchid vase is engraved with the four characters "Ping An An".Mrs. He fumbled around the vase with one hand, and pressed down the last word "安".

A hidden drawer popped up from the side of the desk, and when the drawer was opened, there was a stack of books hidden inside, none of which had inscriptions on the cover.

This is the medical practice record handed down by the He family from generation to generation. It not only records the intractable diseases encountered by generations, but also records the prescriptions used by successive emperors.Therefore, it has always been properly collected by the ancestors of the He family.

Mrs. He carefully took out the collection of books, stroked the already yellowed covers with his big old hands, raised his eyes to look in the direction where He Wenyan was leaving, and felt somewhat settled.

-

On the morning of the second day, after breakfast, He Wenyan was taken to the medical clinic by Mrs. He.

There are not many patients who come to the medical center early in the morning to see a doctor. They are all mild colds and colds.

Mrs. He asked He Wenyan to help grab the medicine at the counter first, and by the way, test how much of his foundation is left.

"Yan'er, what are the medicinal properties of this cassia twig?"

"As mentioned in the Compendium of Materia Medica, cinnamon twigs are pungent, sweet, and warm in nature. It is often used for colds and colds, sweating, relieving the exterior, dispelling cold and relieving pain. It is also often accompanied by almonds and pinellia to deal with coughs caused by wind and cold. But pregnant people should avoid it. Take it, there is a risk of abortion."

He Wenyan weighed three coins of Guizhi with the medicine bag, and replied calmly.

After listening to He Wenyan's answer, Mrs. He was quite satisfied, and nodded with a smile on his face.The prescription he just ordered was Guizhi Decoction from Shanghanlun, and the dosage was increased or decreased based on the patient's symptoms.

The doctor sitting at the side also found it interesting to listen to the questions and answers of the two grandparents, so he asked, "Mr. He, is this your new apprentice?"

"This is my eldest grandson. He studied Chinese medicine with me for four or five years when he was a child, and later went overseas to study western medicine." Mrs. He smiled, but his tone concealed pride.

"The traditional Chinese medicine left by the ancestors is not easy to learn, why go to foreigners to learn Western medicine?"

This old doctor looked down on the medicine of foreigners very much. The emergence and prosperity of Western medicine is only a few hundred years old. How can it compare with the nearly 2000 years of inheritance and development of traditional Chinese medicine?

"Mr. Li, you are standing still. Open your eyes and see, the Qing Dynasty is gone, why are you still holding on to the old idea of ​​the upper kingdom?" When the old man heard that the old man said that his grandson was wrong, he got angry, I'm going to argue with him right and wrong. "My grandson is learning from barbarians. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we develop Chinese medical skills."

"The foreigner's guns are stronger than ours, but when it comes to medical skills, Western medicine is not necessarily better than Chinese medicine." Dr. Li has studied Chinese medicine for most of his life, so naturally he refuses to admit defeat and is inferior to foreigners.

Just as the two old men were arguing heatedly, another patient came to the door of the clinic.

The author says:

作者不是学医的，文中的医术全是虚构的，不能深究！！感谢在2022-07-0617:37:11-2022-07-0717:41:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Lanster 18 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!