Great Medicine Without Borders

  Chapter 80 Dragon Ancient Culture (two thousand monthly tickets plus updates)

   "In that situation at that time, all you cared about was whether you could save Mr. Luan's life. It didn't matter whether you had a license or not. Even if you knew my situation at the time, you would still choose to ask me to help save people."

Xu Chunliang adjusted the seat to find a comfortable position, and said lazily: "Su Yunquan doesn't believe that I saved you Mr. Luan at all. He looks down on Chinese medicine from the bottom of his heart. Because of Mr. Luan's face, he has restrained himself tonight. He thinks It was just a coincidence that I rescued Mr. Luan."

  Mo Han has to admire Xu Chunliang's keen observation ability. Su Yunquan has covered up well enough tonight, but he still didn't hide it from his eyes.

Su Yunquan did exactly what Xu Chunliang said, and believed that Luan Yuchuan was rescued because Xu Donglai and Li Jiakuan performed artificial cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him in time, rather than traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture. When waking up.

   In other words, Su Yunquan believed that no matter whether Xu Chunliang acted or not, it would not have a big impact on Luan Yuchuan's recovery. It may have played a certain auxiliary role, but it was by no means decisive.

   "Mr. Luan is very grateful to you."

Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "The person he trusts most should be Su Yunquan, so he is also shaken. I can see that he is unwilling to give this card. The more so, the more I want to accept it. His life Far more than fifty thousand yuan?"

   "You underestimated Mr. Luan's situation."

  Xu Chunliang asked back: "Who do you think saved Mr. Luan?"

  Mo Han didn't hesitate at this point: "You!" This was her true thought, because she witnessed the whole rescue process with her own eyes.

  Under the circumstances at that time, everyone showed their true thoughts, and Xu Donglai even told her tactfully that Luan Yuchuan could not be saved.

The improvement of Luan Yuchuan's condition began with Xu Chunliang's acupuncture. If there is a certain chance of his waking up, then the pain after waking up is unbearable for such a strong person. At that time, it was Xu Chunliang who raised the needle and it was relieved quickly. his pain.

  Mo Han believes that she is not mistaken, Xu Chunliang's wisdom is far higher than she imagined. Thinking of Xu Chunliang's repeated explanations that he is not a doctor, and naturally he does not need to follow any high-spirited medical ethics, Luan Yuchuan's life is far more than 50,000.

   "Why is Mr. Luan unwilling to do bypass surgery?" Su Yunquan is not only a friend of Luan Yuchuan, but also a top cardiologist in China. Since he advocates coronary artery bypass surgery, why didn't Luan Yuchuan undergo surgery after admission? Instead, conservative treatment was chosen.

  Mo Han said: "Everyone has their own ideas, and others cannot control them."

   "A shrewd man like him must have fully evaluated the pros and cons."

  Mo Han thought to himself, the word "smart" is appropriate for you, but she didn't know why Luan Yuchuan refused the bypass surgery. Agreeing with Xu Chunliang's words, Luan Yuchuan must have his own reasons.

  Coronary artery bypass surgery has a very high success rate today, and Su Yunquan performed it himself, so it can be said that it is almost foolproof. What is Luan Yuchuan afraid of?

  Already arrived at the gate of Nanjiang City Party School, Xu Chunliang asked Mo Han to park the car outside to save the trouble of registration.

  Before getting off the car, Mo Han handed him an umbrella, it was still raining outside, Xu Chunliang took it and said thank you.

  Mo Han said: "You can really cure coronary heart disease?"

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "What is your relationship with Luan Yuchuan?"

   "What does this have to do with you?" Mo Han was a little displeased.

  Xu Chunliang said: "My answer is the same as yours."

  Open the car door, hold up the umbrella, and stride into the rainy autumn night.

Mo Han sat in the car and didn't leave immediately. The two headlights illuminated Xu Chunliang's figure. Under the light, the bright autumn rain was like bugs flying all over the sky, blurring Xu Chunliang's outline, but not blurring the firmness in the wind and rain. .

  On the fourth day of training, Xu Chunliang finally received a call from Bai Mushan. He has been back for two days, but he only received the letter Xu Chunliang left today.

  Bai Mushan was very polite on the phone, and offered to come to Nanjiang Party School to meet Xu Chunliang, but Xu Chunliang said that he would go to visit him by himself.

  Bai Mushan left him an address, not the Nanjiang Normal University where he taught, but his studio in the university town, only three kilometers away from the party school. He suggested that Xu Chunliang come over at noon and have lunch with him.

  There are many shared bicycles at the gate of the party school. Xu Chunliang chose to ride to the Nanwan Lake Cultural and Creative Park where Baimu Mountain is located. This is a new villa-style office area. It has just been completed for half a year, and there are not many companies moving in.

Baimu Mountain is located in Building 29. The white walls and gray tiles of the buildings in the Cultural and Creative Park are full of the charm of the south of the Yangtze River, with rich green plants and elegant landscaping. The difference in terrain creates a beautiful view of flying springs and waterfalls.

  After Xu Chunliang's routine registration, he stepped into it and changed the scenery step by step, which was pleasing to the eye.

  When I came to the 29 villas, I saw a bronze signboard hanging next to the Chinese-style courtyard door, with four characters engraved in oracle bone inscriptions—Longgu Culture.

  Xu Chunliang reckoned that Longgu should be a homonym for keel, and Bai Mushan was able to open a studio here, which proves that his financial conditions are good.

  Looked around, found the doorbell, and rang the doorbell. Not long after, a young man in a linen Tang suit came to answer the door. He was Bai Mushan's disciple Xue Anliang, who was currently a doctoral student.

  Xu Chunliang revealed his identity, Xue Anliang welcomed him in with a smile, and told him that the teacher had been waiting inside for a long time.

  The small courtyard in Longgu Culture adopts the design of Japanese dry landscape, which is exquisitely arranged and full of Zen.

  Pass around the front screen wall with the pattern of Hongshan Yulong and enter the living room.

  Xue Anliang asked him to sit in the living room for a while, and he went to invite the teacher down right away.

  Xu Chunliang looked around, all the interiors were decorated in Chinese style, one can tell at a glance that the owner likes Chinese culture and has extraordinary taste, and every decoration can reflect the owner's elegant and good vision.

Xu Chunliang's gaze was fixed on a rubbing on the opposite wall. This rubbing came from oracle bone inscriptions. He almost immediately concluded that the content on it was the "Tianyang" chapter of the "Huangdi Neijing", a total of thirty-three This word is only a small part of the "Tianyang" chapter. Naturally, it is impossible to deduce the whole picture of the "Tianyang" chapter from this part.

  Xu Chunliang's eyes did not stay on the rubbing for too long, and immediately turned to other furnishings.

  Xu Chunliang thought carefully, the location where this rubbing was hung was facing the place where he was sitting, and Xue Anliang led him from the moment he entered the door, even the seat where he sat was arranged by the other party. If Bai Mushan had given the order in advance, then his intention was probably to observe his own reaction when he saw this rubbing.

The reason why Xu Chunliang made such a conjecture was because looking carefully, this rubbing should be newly hung, but any painting that has been hung for a long time will more or less leave traces. Although the internal strength is greatly reduced, the eyesight is not. diminished.

  Xu Chunliang took a sip of tea from the teacup, thinking to himself that there would be some articles in this meeting today.

  After waiting for more than ten minutes, Bai Mushan just came down, and before he went downstairs, he apologized: "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, I was just attending a video conference, so I kept you waiting."

  Xu Chunliang stood up and saw a man in a gray Tang suit walking down the stairs slowly.

  Bai Mushan is fifty-five years old, his hair is all white, but there is no wrinkle on his face, he is of medium build, with a thin body, and his gestures are full of the unique elegance of a senior intellectual.

  Came to Xu Chunliang and shook hands with him. The skin of Bai Mushan's palm was soft and smooth, and the temperature in his palm was slightly cool. If he hadn't seen him in person, he might have thought it was a little girl's hand.

  Xu Chunliang glanced down, and saw that Bai Mushan had slender fingers and fair and delicate skin. A person's aging usually starts from the hands, and there are not many traces of time on these hands alone.

   "Mr. Xu, please sit down."

   "Professor Bai can just call me Xiao Xu."

  After the two sat down, Xue Anliang came over and gave Bai Mushan a cup of tea.

  Bai Mushan asked him to prepare lunch, took a sip of the tea, and looked back at Xu Chunliang's face again: "It's really unexpected that Xu's grandson is so old, Xiao Xu, how old are you?"

   Xu Chunliang reported his age.

  Bai Mushan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Xu Chunliang was not even born when he met Mr. Xu.

  Xu Chunliang took advantage of the situation and asked about their acquaintance experience.

Bai Mushan put down the teacup in his hand, pondered for a while, and then told Xu Chunliang that he and Xu Changshan had known each other for almost twenty-three years. At that time, he was still working at Dongzhou Normal University, and his name was Dongzhou Normal University college.

  Xu Chunliang told Bai Mushan that he went to Dongzhou Museum not long ago and learned that the batch of oracle bone inscriptions donated by his grandfather had been destroyed. He thought that Bai Mushan had already understood the purpose of his trip in advance, so he didn't make any detours and went straight to the point.

Bringing up this past event, Bai Mushan was heartbroken: "Yes, not long after Mr. Xu donated those oracle bone inscriptions, a fire broke out in Dongzhou Museum. It was not activated at the first time, and it was too late to rescue the fire when it was discovered, which caused irreparable losses to the country."

After Bai Mushan finished speaking, he took a few sips of tea and took a long sigh: "I am ashamed of Mr. Xu. Because of this incident, I have cut off contact with Mr. Xu all these years. It's not because I don't want to but because I don't dare. The Dongzhou Museum discussed it and decided to keep this matter a secret from Mr. Xu, so as not to make him regret it."

  His explanation is reasonable.

  Xu Chunliang said: "You are worrying too much. Since our Xu family donated those cultural relics, we will not regret it. If there is any regret, it can only be said that it was entrusted to the wrong place."

  Bai Mushan could hear what he meant, that Mr. Xu had entrusted someone who was not responsible for it. It was Bai Mushan who contacted him when he donated the batch of keels to the Dongzhou Museum. The cultural relics were destroyed. Of course, Bai Mushan, the middleman, had to bear a lot of responsibility.

   Ask for monthly ticket support!

   The first chapter will be updated, this chapter will be updated for 2,000 monthly tickets, and there will be two chapters added by the leader soon!

  (end of this chapter)