Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 120 Ruin the Three Views—Don't Care About These Details!
"Hehe, in fact, there is no one who is ignorant of world affairs. If it weren't for the darkness in the officialdom of the Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming would not have planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and he would have seen Nanshan." Ron spread his hands, expressing that there was no pressure.

I think any person who lives in the real world will have the dream he pursues... What is the difference between a person without a dream and a bird or a beast?

According to Carter's narrative, if this Taoist priest is really the kind of person with few desires, why did he come to attend the medical seminar, and how could he refute Thomas Carter's argument in public, causing quite a commotion?
So I must have a way to bring this talent under my command, of course, the premise is that he is really genuine... Ron thought to himself.

"So what happens after that?" At this moment, Ron was very interested in the next story...

"Well, I began to regard him as a guest of honor, and he lived up to expectations. What he said benefited everyone a lot, and made me realize..." Thomas Carter felt a little ashamed: "To be honest, in this world, there may be many doctors who are better than me, but the only one I admit that I will never be able to surpass in orthopedics... is only him... Qing Weasel Hermit!"

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"Sir, please take a seat!" In front of the seminar held by the entire Herodix Association, the white-haired and childlike old man sat down slowly and energetically, and the doctors and scholars in the audience whispered. It seems that he himself is highly respected now...

"Excuse me, sir, what clues do you see? I still hope to give advice..." The foreigner threw away his English with a very modest look, and the translator was on the sidelines translating without any personal emotions. It seemed that this method was very painful...

"Okay, okay, just tell him that his set of 'Chinese metatarsal bone therapy' just now is the one recorded in the book "Yi Jian Zhi" by Hong Mai of the Song Dynasty. In fact, this foreigner has only learned half of it - 'external application', and he has not used the 'internal administration' therapy that really regulates and nourishes the body... This therapy pays attention to the combination of internal and external, and only uses half.

"Huh! How dare you use such a metaphor!" All the serious old men who originally regarded him as an extraterrestrial expert fell to the ground with "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong," all the old men who originally regarded him as an outsider...

The priest glanced at Thomas Carter, who was full of interest.

"Forget it, you quack doctors, I can't count on it... This foreigner doesn't look like a bad person. I hope that this almost lost 'Chinese medicine metatarsal therapy' can save the world and save people in his hands, and accumulate good virtue..." At the end, he deliberately glared at the coveted Chinese professors in the audience.

This old man named Daoist Qing Itachi stroked his beard, stood up, strolled in the courtyard, and talked eloquently. This situation was probably beyond the imagination of all the participants.

"In ancient my country, traditional Chinese medicine was completely used to treat bone injuries, and the effect was very good. Among them, 'Chinese metatarsal bone therapy' is the most popular." He ran back and forth with a loud voice. In the eyes of everyone, he was a village doctor, a quack doctor, and he was clearly an expert...

"Hong Mai of the Song Dynasty recorded in the book "Yi Jian Zhi": Xu Pan, a scholar in Jizhou, injured his foot due to falling from a horse. He was in great pain. He used a catty of rehmannia root and four liang of ginger, pounded and ground it, and fried it evenly. Wrapped the wound with a cloth while it was hot. It was easy to cure when it was cold.

"Later, someone in the Ming Dynasty used this prescription, and it proved to be effective. However, he found that every time the cured person encountered wind and cold weather, the wound had a dull pain. It turned out that the external application could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. , frankincense took [-] days and healed, and the wind and cold weather did not recur..."

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"So it turns out that Steve Nash and Grant Hill were all treated with this 'Traditional Chinese Metatarsal Therapy'!" Ron asked tactfully, in exchange for the latter's nod of approval.

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"Tiger bone, tortoise, astragalus..."

"Li... amazing!"

At the moment, the whole audience was shocked, and even many foreigners who had studied the "Traditional Chinese Metatarsal Therapy" all stared wide-eyed, seemingly inconceivable...

Although this old Taoist is dressed in fairy bones, when he rushed to the fruits and snacks placed in front of the guest stage, he did not hesitate to eat and eat in full view, and while eating, he taught everyone present: "... I have lived in China for 5000 years. From the "Huangdi Neijing", is it just a treatment for bone injuries?"

He plucked a wild chrysanthemum by himself, and looked around at everyone, "Liang Zhangju's book "Wandering Cong Tan" in the Qing Dynasty records that the method of using 'wild chrysanthemum' to treat bone injuries - picking wild chrysanthemums in November and drying them in the shade. When using one or two wild chrysanthemums, add a bowl of toddler's stool and ash-free wine. It's simple and practical, and the effect is remarkable..."

Many unheard of methods of treating bone injuries in traditional Chinese medicine made everyone feel ashamed. All the old Chinese medicine researchers with national first-class treatment paled in comparison...

Only Thomas Carter resolutely walked in front of Qing Weasel Hermit, put his hands on his shoulders sincerely, and his face was full of curiosity...

"Then, sir, I sincerely want to hire you to be my chief consultant... Don't be disgusted by the old gentleman. If you have any problems with salary and treatment, it's okay to say..."

If we had this Daoist, our Phoenix Suns would truly become the Iron Man team!Carter knew well that if he had the opportunity to hire the person in front of him, he would definitely not go wrong.

Sun boss Robert who is well versed in this must also raise his feet in favor.

"Hehe, Pindao is just a wandering doctor, and he is used to idleness on weekdays, so what virtue and ability..."

"Sir, don't refuse. In my eyes, you are the 'Master of Medicine'! Could it be that you don't want to help more people? Or you are worried that we won't meet your requirements?"

What he meant was to pretend to force Sima again.

Daoist Qing Weasel's eyes suddenly twinkled: "Are there any beauties for the poor to collect yin energy? Pfft...cough cough, no, no, in fact, the poor can only preach and teach karma, and they only have a half-knowledge about medicine, so I'm afraid it's hard to obey..."

Uh... the first half of the sentence made everyone startled...

"Then, would you like to join our Herodix Association and be our honorary president? I hope you will teach me a lot in the future. In short, today is really a great benefit for the younger generation..."

Qing Weasel Road took a look at the big translator who was caught in his own emotions and couldn't extricate himself: "Damn, can you stop putting on such a sloppy look?"

Just suddenly, a burst of urgent voices at the scene began to become chaotic...

"Ah! Oops!" Daoist Qing Weasel looked at it, and suddenly screamed...

Four or five big men in white robes and beards rushed towards him, and before everyone had time to react, the veteran Daoist who had just been so glorious was crushed under these uninvited guests like an arhat...

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a mask and white gloves walked towards Thomas Carter, speaking fluent English, and suddenly made the audience dumbfounded...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, my patient just escaped from Nanshan Mental Hospital, may I ask...he didn't cause any loss to your seminar..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. The frustrated academician of the University of Science and Technology of China just now had his face cracked and almost passed out...

"Let go! This old man is the 365th generation descendant of the Taoist school. He helps the common people and saves the common people. You bastards, are you jealous of my talent! Let go of this old man!"

"Okay, okay, okay...you're awesome..." The man was half joking and half flattering, turning around and smiling bitterly at everyone.

Now even Carter was dumbfounded...

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"What?" Even Ron's eyeballs almost popped out of the ruined ending...

"Don't worry...listen to me..." Carter said mysteriously.

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A few minutes later...

Four or five zero-hour actors took off their white robes and complained about the stinginess of their employers. The "psychiatrist" wearing a mask had to sweat for the laughing old man in front of him after taking off his mask...

"Master, why do you use this way of exiting the stage every time you wanton show off to prevent these fans from chasing you..."

"Hey! Green tea, are you mocking me as a teacher?" The cow-nosed old man who was crushed enough just now patted the dust lightly...

"Do you know, you don't need to be so showy, because... because every time it costs my disciple half a year's salary for moving bricks... Calculated, master, you already owe disciple..."

"Hahahaha... don't care about these details!"

Traveling to the medical practice in Nanyang, coming and going in the dark; sitting in the gossip land, frightening the world!
(End of this chapter)