Chapter 97: Medical Initiation (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

On November 11, Wang Yuanchao bid farewell to his master Ma Erqin.

The old man was reluctant, but he said:

"Go, go. There's no point in teaching you. You'll learn it after one or two times. There's no need for a third time."

Yes, even acupuncture was learned very quickly by Wang Yuanchao.

It is very clear which acupoints should be inserted for different symptoms and how to insert them.

I have also tried the actual operation.

Ma Erqin was seeing patients in the clinic, and Wang Yuanchao had been there before. At first, it was simple acupuncture, and later, the complicated needle manipulation, this kid could also operate it. The old patients who were familiar with him all praised this young doctor for his skillful technique.

If Ma Erqin hadn't said it, no one would know that this young man had only been exposed to acupuncture for more than a week. Is he still a human being?

It seems like this kid was a great master in his previous life, but his acupoints were sealed in this life, and then he awakened.

Ma Erqin also felt that he was just helping his disciple to awaken the memories deep in his soul.

Moreover, in order to help his disciple master the various pulse conditions, Ma Erqin used to see patients twice a week, seeing dozens of patients each time. This week, he saw patients for five consecutive days.

The patients in Fengtian heard the noise and rushed over fiercely.

Fortunately, it was Wang Yuanchao who did the diagnosis and treatment, and Ma Erqin only gave some advice when Wang Yuanchao was unsure.

Ma Erqin discovered that Wang Yuanchao could only diagnose and treat diseases that appeared in medical books. If the disease was not in the medical books, or Ma Erqin had not told him about it, he would have no idea how to treat it, whether it was acupuncture or prescribing medicine.

At least he still looks a bit human.

Otherwise, Ma Erqin would have to ask a great god for help and find out who this disciple is.

Finally, he couldn't help but say:
"There are countless diseases in the world. Even I cannot explain them to you one by one. You cannot just know the symptoms without knowing the reasons. You must remember this, remember this."

This actually means that Wang Yuanchao has first-rate learning ability, especially rote memorization, and is also first-rate in hands-on operation, but he is not good at integrating, grasping the basics, and tracing the origins, and he still lacks the necessary skills.

This may make you a master, but not a grandmaster.

Wang Yuanchao also understood it, but his golden finger was simply a copycat approach. If it was in the medical books, he would know it.

Thanks to the crazy influx of patients in the past few days, he can easily distinguish the 28 pulses of traditional Chinese medicine.

To master everything, one needs to constantly learn, understand, digest and absorb. He cannot do this in such a short time.

However, as long as he actively discusses the symptoms of people he meets and records them carefully, he will become a walking treasure trove of Chinese medicine. As long as he knows enough symptoms, he will be awesome. After all, the number of difficult and complicated diseases in medical books is already frightening.

He wasn't planning to be a doctor, but he didn't expect that learning this thing would be so addictive. Fortunately, Wang Yuanchao knew that he was working in the arts.

Because his master taught him so many good things, Wang Yuanchao bowed deeply to him before leaving.

After leaving his master's house, he went to the blacksmith shop that his master had instructed him to do and picked up the equipment he had ordered.

Two iron swords, one light and the other heavy.

As long as he puts the heavy sword in his equipment bar, the light sword in his hand will also have the attributes of the heavy sword, which will make those who know how to chop it question their lives.

In addition to the iron sword, there is also a pair of iron fists. After equipping them, others will see that he has a pair of invincible flesh iron fists. He really wants to ask his master for the armor in his collection to try it out, but how can he bring himself to say such a thing?
He is just someone's disciple, not his grandson.

So I asked the blacksmith shop to make a canvas garment with many pockets on the front and back, with iron plates inserted, similar to a bulletproof vest, with shoulder pads and arm guards on the sleeves, and long hems on the front and back, which also had iron plates inserted on them.

It doesn't require beauty, it just requires practicality. When put together, it only takes up one equipment slot!
If you throw something like this into the equipment column, he will become a humanoid Gundam!

No longer afraid of bricks, clubs, or machetes.

During this period, Zhou Rong came to see him several times, but her identity was of no help to him. It was a pity that Jin Suying did not come again, otherwise, she could have helped to inquire about some precious Chinese medicines.

He asked his master to help collect ginseng, deer antlers and tiger bones. They are all good things, right? When he returns to the capital, he will come to pack them up and take them away.

For Chinese medicine, you don’t need tickets, just money, which is great.

He followed the main force to Jichun, where he accompanied the regiment commander and leaders of the local branch for a drink, and instantly won over this group of Northeastern gentlemen.

When I heard that he wanted to collect wild ginseng, someone immediately tried to make an introduction for him. Who doesn't know that the wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain in eastern Jilin is the best?
Considering that the art troupe will go to Erbin Railway Bureau after the Jichun performance, Wang Yuanchao said that he would come to collect it on the way back.

The head of the group was surprised that he still accepted this stuff, saying it was very expensive. Wang Yuanchao replied that it was his eldest brother's father-in-law who knew he was coming to the Northeast and specially entrusted him to bring some back.

The head of the group understood, and everyone knew that Liu Tuan was the matchmaker.

Then he helped Liu Tuan to urge Wang Yuanchao to produce results as soon as possible. Liu Tuan even waited in the snow and ice!
If there are results, everyone will benefit.

When he arrived at the Erbin Railway Bureau, Wang Yuanchao attended every performance without missing a single one, to see how popular the art troupe was among the cadres, workers and the masses on the front line.

If you hang out with this group of people, you have all kinds of connections. You can get whatever you want. In Erbin, ginseng, deer antlers, and tiger bones have already been obtained. Wang Yuanchao is not unwilling to pay, so what's the difficulty?

Someone else asked him if he wanted a tiger skin.

This, this, this piece of skin, must fill up his pitiful space, right? He really wants it, but the space in the space is limited!
People thought he was struggling with something, and said:
"I'll arrange it for you later. The railway is under our control. It's no big deal to bring a piece of leather!"

Railways are the most extensive and profound network of relationships.

Wang Yuanchao found that he had been wandering around in the treasure mountain for a long time before he discovered a corner of this treasure cave.
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In the courtyard, two or three weeks had passed since Qin Huairu's country relatives left, so everyone had forgotten about it.

Qin Huairu felt that there was no hope for her younger sister and the Wang family, so she started to help Sha Zhu to get together, at least to keep her job.

Sha Zhu has been flattering the Jia family a lot recently, and the little lunch box has never appeared in his own home.

He really likes Sister Qin's cousin.

He was also glad that the relationship between Old Wang's family and Sister Qin's family was not good. Now, he was willing to help others, so wasn't the reward coming?
People should learn from good examples and do more good deeds!
The two were preparing to walk to work at the steel mill together. Since they didn't have a car, they usually had to leave home earlier.

As soon as I left the compound, I met a woman who looked like a village woman who came to ask for directions.

The other person was wearing a blue homespun flowered jacket, which wrapped her body tightly. Her face, which still had some pretty features, was more like the traces of weathering.

The other party asked directly:

"Comrade, is this Xu Damao's home?"

　Come to mess with Xu Damao, Rourou wants to add more chapters, counted the monthly tickets, so pitiful, wuwuwu. Ezi wore stockings, but the name of that chapter is not obvious, and the subscription is actually the lowest. Friends all like to read straightforward things.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)