Heaven's Change of Fate

Chapter 20 Meeting the Father of the Nation for the First Time
The International Medical Symposium was held as scheduled, and Yang Xin entered the venue in the name of Bao Zhilin, so he met Sun Wen, the father of the nation, at this time in his prime.

When Yang Xin and Sun Wen met, the eyes of both of them flashed the brilliance of seeing each other too late.

"Finally I can contact Hongmen." After seeing Sun Wen, Yang Xin kept thinking about the follow-up development. As long as he got on the line of Hongmen, and then closed the stalls of blessing powder and cigarettes, by then, there would be With a steady stream of funds flowing into his pockets, whether it is to vigorously expand the military or develop military or industrial development, it will be a matter of course.

"This is an enlightened person who can be fought for." Sun Wen's first reaction after seeing Yang Xin was that he was one of his own people, because Yang Xin didn't wear braids.

In my Qing Dynasty, even Sun Wen had to wear a fake braid, but the three people in front of me cut off their braids in such a grandiose way, what is this not their own?
"My son, Sun Wen, dare to ask your brother's name." Before Yang Xin stepped forward, Sun Wen went up to talk to him.

"Miangui's surname is Yang, name letter. This is Liang Kuan from Mei County, my disciple, and this is Ma Er, my adjutant." Yang Xin said.

"Aren't you Yan Zhendong?" Sun Wen's face turned awkward for a moment.

Before Sun Wen came to Guangzhou, he deliberately inquired about Huang Feihong's information, because Sun Wen wanted to develop Huang Feihong as one of his own. After all, Huang Feihong was famous and had a good reputation among the people. He was also said to be very open-minded. This was a good development target.Since he had inquired about Huang Feihong's information, the information about Yang Xin and his party would naturally appear in Sun Wen's eyes. The key is that Yang Xin at this time was acting in the image of Yan Zhendong.

"I understand, I understand..." Sun Wen was stunned for a moment, and said again and again, thinking to himself: "Is it a little drifting, I am still so high-profile in the territory of my Qing Dynasty, should I keep a low profile in the future, just like the current situation? Yan Zhendong, shouldn't he also take a pseudonym?"

"I don't know what brother thinks about Daqing?" Sun Wen asked directly.

"Brother Yixian is always so straightforward? Do you know that I am the sixth-rank military officer of the Qing Dynasty, and I take the position of Chief Qian of the Green Battalion." Yang Xin laughed.

"Of course you can't be superficial to others, but Yixian admires you very much." Sun Wen's heart moved, it seemed that the other party knew him well, and he called out his own words directly, but , Sun Wen still said calmly.

"Why?" Yang Xin couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Sun Wen didn't answer immediately, but smiled and pointed to Yang Xin's head, and said slowly: "In the Qing Dynasty, Yixian has never seen an official who dared to cut the braid without authorization. Not only has he never seen it, he has never heard of it. Officially, even among the people, there are very few people who dare to cut their braids."

"Ha, we are soldiers, we cannot avoid going to the battlefield, and we cannot avoid being injured when we go to the battlefield. Cutting off the braids is just to clean up the wound on the head more conveniently. This is why our militia accompanied Master Huang to Guangzhou to attend the International Medical Symposium. "Although Yang Xin knew Sun Wen's details, but in public, Yang Xin obviously didn't want to be honest.

"Oh? So that's the case." Sun Wen's eyes lit up. Now that Yang Xin turned the topic to medicine, Sun Wen also took advantage of the topic, "May I ask you how you think about Chinese and Western medicine?"

"Brother Yixian, do you dislike Chinese medicine?" Yang Xin asked back. In Yang Xin's impression, Sun Wen, the father of the nation, was educated in the West and disliked Chinese medicine.

"That's right. I think that the diagnosis of TCM lacks objective standards, and relies more on the subjective experience of the doctor, without a quantitative standard; moreover, the ingredients of TCM are extremely complex and largely rely on the experience of the doctor, which makes it difficult to promote TCM. "Sun Wen didn't continue to talk about it in depth, but just touched it. After all, Yang Xin and others can be regarded as Huang Feihong's relatives and friends, and they should not be too belittled.

"That's true. Of course, it's also related to China's national conditions. In my opinion, the difference between Chinese medicine and Western medicine is like a hundred schools of thought contending in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. Whether it's Chinese medicine, Western medicine, or witch doctor, they all have their own strengths and weaknesses. , what we have to do is to take its strengths, discard its weaknesses, verify each other, and develop together."

"Let's talk about this acupuncture technique." Yang Xin pointed to Huang Feihong who was giving a speech on the podium, "Our militia asked Master Huang to formulate a standard amount of this acupuncture technique and then pass it on to the nurse company. Well, if the anesthetic is not enough, you have to use acupuncture for anesthesia. There are strict quantification standards for when general anesthesia is needed and when partial anesthesia is needed. Suturing the wound with the help of Western suture can quickly heal the wound. The soldiers stopped the bleeding so that minor injuries could not go beyond the line of fire."

As Yang Xin spoke, he was taken aback suddenly, because Yang Xin thought of another way to get rich. In this era, there was no penicillin. Yang Xin remembered that penicillin was only used on a large scale during World War II. At that time, penicillin was comparable to gold.

"Why did you forget about penicillin? It's time to make penicillin." Yang Xin thought secretly.

"If it's just a simple battlefield injury treatment, it can indeed be solved in this way, but there are so many patients in the world." Sun Wen shook his head. Although he agreed with Yang Xin's point of view, he only partially agreed.

"No matter how many diseases there are in the world, there are only a dozen or so conventional diseases, even dozens or hundreds, as long as strict quantitative standards are established. After all, there are only a few weird diseases. You can't Take an example as a common example. There is a saying that if you don’t like western medicine, you can see Chinese medicine. If you don’t like Chinese medicine, you can see a witch doctor. The only thing left after death is to pray." Yang Xin talked eloquently.

"People are easy to cure, but the country is difficult to treat. My Qing Dynasty is already sick to the bone." Sun Wen sighed and brought the topic to the country again.

"I know a person who said that studying medicine can't save the Chinese people, so he resolutely abandoned medicine and followed literature, and wanted to make a cry through sharp words to wake up the people of the country. For example, this sentence: I turn over history After checking, this history has no age, and the words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" are written crookedly on every page. I couldn't sleep anyway, and I read it carefully in the middle of the night. The word is 'eat people', I like it very much."

"Oh, who is this person?" Sun Wen's eyes lit up again, this is another like-minded person.

Yang Xin was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was only 1885 at this time, and Mr. Lu Xun was born in 1881. He was still a four-year-old boy, "This man, Lu Xun, is from Shaoxing, Zhejiang."

"I'm telling you Mr. Lu Xun, don't blame me if you can't find Zhou Shuren." Yang Xin looked at Sun Wen whose eyes were shining brightly, and thought to himself.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Lu Xun's article can't wake up the ignorant Chinese people." Yang Xin said with some regret.

"Why?" Sun Wen became interested.

"The literacy rate, the literacy rate of our generation can't even reach one in a thousand. How could we be awakened? No matter how sharp Mr. Lu Xun's writing is, the people of our country can't read, what can we do?" Yang Xin said.

"Fortunately, Mr. Lu Xun had expected it long ago, and he had already said the words of ten years of trees and one hundred years of cultivation of people. Although the prospects are bleak, but like this road, we have to take it step by step, right? There is no road in the world, but there are many people walking. Once there, there will be a way.”

"What a strange person, I wish I could meet and get acquainted now." Sun Wen sighed.

"Just wait, at least you have to wait for another 20 years." Yang Xin rolled his eyes and thought to himself.

"Brother, have you ever heard of the Revolutionary Party?" After talking for a long time, Sun Wen finally got to the point.

(End of this chapter)