Wealth

After making a small joke with the two of them, the old man said cheerfully to them, "Actually, you can feel it if you don’t have a disease. Although this disease is more troublesome, it doesn’t matter to you. The main problem lies in one thing. maintainance."

Fan Wubing nodded and said, "I also know what to do when I am sick, but if you are treated passively like this, it is always not a problem. I came here this time just to ask the teacher if there is any medication that can correct the chaos anyway. of?"

The old man smiled, and then said, "The tea I gave you just now is a good medicine for your heart."

Oh, no wonder it tastes different from other teas, feelings is a herbal tea specially made by Fan Tianlan!

Fan was relieved now that he was not ill. The teacher was busy making medicinal teas for himself. This friendship was truly profound.

Fan Wubing couldn't help but thanked, "Teacher is indeed an expert, but does this medicinal tea need to be drunk all the time?"

"Drink once a day, about a whole year, and you don't need to drink it again." The old man ordered, "But this herbal tea is for nourishing the mind and mind. If it is a person who usually has too much mental work, drinking a little is also possible. Beneficial."

"Such a good thing, you can consider starting a business. \\" Fan Wubing suddenly thought of this question, and proposed.

The old man shook his head and said, "Several of these drugs are expensive, and large-scale promotion may be difficult to maintain."

Fan Wubing nodded, thinking that this is also something. The prices of the main medicines for nourishing the heart are relatively high. The old man made this medicinal tea, I am afraid that it takes more thoughts, and ordinary people really can't afford it.

"The cost of a day's medicinal tea is more than 100 yuan. I have just caught a few pairs and tried the effect. I will give you the prescription and you can prepare it yourself when you go back." The old man said to Fan Wu. Said the disease.

No illness agreed. Then he asked, "How is the teacher's writing?"

"There are a lot of clues, and the theoretical aspect is basically finished now. I just started to compile cases and some experience in practicing medicine." The old man is also fortunate to have a group of apprentices to help, otherwise he would really not be able to cope with such a large project.

If it were left before, it would basically take several decades for famous doctors to compile a theoretical book, and now there are many things that can be referred to. There are many cases of knowledge, but it is not possible to compile a set of theoretical books systematically in a year or a half. ===

The old man took out his manuscript and let Fan Wubing take a look. They were all small letters written on rice paper with a small writing brush. They were neat and tidy, and they were very vigorous. It was obvious that the old man's books were quite powerful. Deep, piled on top of each other page by page, with a foot high.

Fan Wubing looked at it. I feel that the old man is very hard. For people who are close to a hundred years old, they have to take on such a heavy work every day. I really can’t see it. So he said to the old man, “Teacher, now is the information age, and many people write well. I’ve started using a computer. I’ve sent you a few reliable reporters in a hurry. You just need to sit here. Drinking tea while dictating what you’re about to write, someone will write it down for you, but it’s better than It’s much easier for you to write with a brush yourself."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" The old man devoted himself to medical work, but didn't notice it. He also didn't have the opportunity to meet people who write entirely on computers. After all, there are not many people in China who can afford to use computers, and there are very few people who use computers to write seriously. Many people put their computers in their homes.

Fan Wubing smiled, "I may not be able to help students with other matters. ***** But there are a lot of reporters. One hundred and fifty words per minute can be achieved. In your language, teacher, I can keep up."

"Oh, I can write so many characters? Writing so many characters must be very tired, right?" The old man was also taken aback, thinking that this computer is indeed a good thing. That is just a dozen words, one hundred and fifty words a minute, one hour can be as efficient as working a whole day.

"It's not very tired. I can send a few more people over and take turns to serve you." Fan Wuyao explained.

Fan Wubing thought, anyway, there are a lot of reporters at Fan Ting’s, and it’s not a problem to use a few of them, but in this way, teacher Fan Tianlan’s energy can be saved a lot, and the old man lives a few more years. The help for myself is great.

The master and apprentice discussed some topics in acupuncture, and then Fan Tianlan said, "You are more famous now than the old man and I, genius doctor, haha!"

Fan Wubing immediately blushed, "This is called a general in Shu, Liao Hua is a pioneer. The masters are all in seclusion, and I have a chance to show my face as a little boy, but it is a trick made by TV magazines. , I am very humble myself. ^^^^"

"No need to explain, explanation is just to cover up." The old man smiled and waved his hand. "The apprentice is famous, and he is most happily the teacher. Moreover, your internal acupuncture method is unique, and I can't learn it from the teacher. I and you Although you have the destiny of master and apprentice, you really should be the booklet in the needle box."

When Fan Wubing came up, he brought Fan Tianlan some of his favorite light food and snacks, as well as a few bottles of aged Xinghuacun Fenjiu. The old man liked it very much.

When Fan Wubing and Lin Xiaotong left the wooden house, the sun began to shift to the west.

When parting, the old man said to Fan Wubing, "My own limit is three or four years. I originally thought that in these three or four years, I would have written what I wanted to write. Explain. This time, if what you said can work, half a year will be enough. Old man, I can have a leisure time for two years."

Fan Wubing didn't say much, but solemnly bowed, and then took Lin Xiaotong down the mountain.

"Mr. Fan said about the limit, do you believe it?" Lin Xiaotong was holding the herbal tea he got from Fan Tianlan, humming along the way, wondering what kind of tune, and asked Fan Wuyao curiously. ===

"The teacher has also practiced some health-preserving exercises. It is normal for this kind of thing to have a hunch," Fan Wuyi said lonely. "In fact, many elderly people have a better understanding of their own situation at the last moment. , This is not surprising."

"Oh—" Lin Xiaotong nodded and said, "Fan is really a good man."

"Actually, I am a good person too!" Fan Wubing said to Lin Xiaotong with a smile.

"You?! Huh—" Lin Xiaotong glanced at Fan Wubing, wrinkled his nose and snorted, with a smile in his eyes.

"In seven or eighty years, I will also be Old Man Fan." Fan Wuyi said with a smile.

However, when the two talents went down the mountain, they received a call from Mr. Fan.

Fan Wubing was taken aback. He thought something was wrong. As a result, Fan Tianlan said on the phone that one of his disciples, that is, a brother of Fan Wubing, had encountered a little trouble, and hoped that Fan Wubing could help him. Solve it.

"Oh, don't worry, the teacher, unless it's something that hurts the world, the students will do their best." Fan Wuyao promised, patting his chest.

Fan Tianlan's disciples are all well-known doctors with status and status, and they are basically academicians. How can such a person do things that hurt the world?

After Fan Wubing drove into the city, he came to a hotel according to the address provided by the other party.

There are not many hotels here, they are all rustic. Originally, the other party didn’t want to entertain Fan Wuyi here. He just heard that he had just gone up the mountain and he was on the way here, so he booked dinner. here.

When I came in, there were three old men in the private room, all in their 60s and 70s, and two younger, probably in their thirties. After seeing Fan Wubing and Lin Xiaotong entering the room, they became enthusiastic. The ground took the two people in and placed them in a good position.

After the introduction, Fan Wubing realized that the three old men were all Fan Tianlan students, and the two younger ones were considered disciples, that is, they had to call the junior uncle when they saw Fan Wubing.

The three old men have long passed the retirement age. At this time, they were basically recruited back by the hospital to be the moderator of the research project. After all, with them, it is much easier to apply for funding and everything.

As for the two younger ones, they just returned from studying abroad, but they didn't specialize in Chinese medicine. They were just their disciples. The incident this time was caused by them.

It can be seen that the old men were brought by the two young men to accompany them. The two young men were the main ones who did the work. They asked the waiter to come over to the menu~www.wuxiaspot.com~please Fan Wuyi Order dishes.

"They are all of Teacher Fan's disciples, so there is no need to be so polite." Fan Wubing took over the menu, "I have been running around earlier, and I didn't have time to visit the seniors. Today is a good opportunity, and today we have the juniors. I'm doing it."

"How can it be done? Uncle Master is a guest today." A young man said.

Fan Wubing smiled, "That's the point. There are three seniors on the top, and I should be invited by the younger brothers. Below are the two nephews, how can I let you treat them? I'm arguing, everyone still talk about it, what is it this time that I need my help?"

"The teacher accepted the mountain, but he accepted a good apprentice!" an old man said with emotion.

Everyone nodded. Fan Wuyi’s reputation was mainly through TV. He treated three stroke patients in one fell swoop and restored them to health before the public. With this skill, the three old men thought they didn’t have it. Yes, so he became a teacher, and no one dared to despise him because of his young age.

What's more, this little junior has another identity. He is a rich man.