Merchant of the Underworld

This set of golden needles was indeed left behind by Sun Simiao!

In ancient China, Sun Simiao was as famous as Bian Que, Hua Tuo, and Li Shizhen. It is said that he developed countless prescriptions in his life and saved more patients than the people of a city.

Therefore, to this day, Yaowang temples are still built in many places across the country to commemorate this famous doctor.

It seems that after Sun Simiao's death, he still felt that he had saved too few people, so a ray of evil spirit took up residence in the golden needle he carried with him, hoping to use the hands of his descendants to continue to carry forward the spirit of a doctor's parental heart...

But by the time of Sun Youliang's generation, Chinese medicine had gradually fallen into disrepute. Even the Chinese themselves no longer believed in it, so it had no use for it.

I'm afraid that during these days, Sun Simiao was also heartbroken when he saw his descendants running into obstacles everywhere, right?

By chance, his descendants found me.

I helped his descendants to carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, so that the Nine Needles of Lingshu, which had been dormant for many years, finally emerged from the dust and showed its power! Only then did Sun Simiao repay me and take the initiative to become my guardian spirit.

"Here comes the Medicine King. Thank you so much, junior Zhang Jiulin!" I looked down at the Eternal Spirit Ring in my hand and said respectfully.

Sun Simiao's Yin spirit seemed to hear my words, and a golden halo shone slightly on the Eternal Spirit Ring, as if his kind smile warmed my heart.

As soon as I saw that Sun Youliang's matter had been settled, I pushed out of the ward and left quietly.

A few days later, Sun Youliang came to thank me personally.

He said that he was lucky to have met me. If he had met a black-hearted antique dealer, he would have defrauded him of his ancestral golden needle, and he would not have been looking for connections to help him find a way out.

I smiled and changed the topic and asked him how his work was going now. Did Vice President Zhao still make things difficult for him?

He shook his head: "That's not true, it's just..."

Having said this, he let out a long sigh: "I have fewer and fewer patients now. Sometimes I can sit there all day without encountering one."

"Why?" I was very surprised.

"People nowadays don't know what's wrong. When they feel uncomfortable somewhere, their first thought is to take antibiotics and medicine. If that doesn't work, they'll have surgery. They don't even think about traditional Chinese medicine. There are many people who are terminally ill, but would rather be tortured by chemotherapy. Even if I die, I don’t want to let Chinese medicine recuperate me.”

"There is also a person named Fang Zhouzi who attacks me on Weibo every day, saying that Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and rubbish and should not be left in this world. Western medicine is the greatest existence! Come to me for treatment like this There are even fewer people.”

"It seems that I can no longer continue to promote traditional Chinese medicine. If the Lingshu Nine Needles is passed on to my generation, I am afraid that it will really die."

Sun Youliang sighed again with a sad expression, and then stared blankly at the full moon hanging in the sky, silently.

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A few months later, I suddenly received a strange phone call.

It's an international long distance call from Florida, USA.

The caller was none other than Sun Youliang.

I was surprised and asked, why did you go to the United States? Did the hospital organize your study abroad trip?

He replied sadly: "I have left that hospital and am now doing research on traditional Chinese medicine at ActCM in the United States."

After hearing this result, I couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded.

He didn't speak for a long time.

After a long silence, I suddenly heard a low sobbing sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Master Zhang... I have let you down." He cried bitterly: "I am really not a traitor. I was really cornered by their supercilious looks, so I chose to leave."

"I also want to repay your kindness, and I also want to promote traditional Chinese medicine, but the country really doesn't recognize traditional Chinese medicine now! They laugh at me, despise me, insult me, and reduce the five thousand years of motherland's medicine to nothing."

"But after I went abroad, I saw a different scene! I saw that the Japanese are now using our traditional Chinese medicine Kampo, the Koreans have included acupuncture as a required medical course, and the Americans are full of respect for traditional Chinese medicine. , as soon as I arrived there, they opened a clinic for me, and there was a long queue of patients who came to see me. They all applauded me and marveled that this is great medicine from China! Let me tell you another joke, in the United States Traditional Chinese medicine can be practiced independently, and I was even hired as a professor of actcm..."

"Are those foreigners stupid, or are we wrong?"

He said that his mother had passed away and he had nothing to worry about in China. This might be his last call to the other side of the ocean.

The motherland that gave birth to him and raised him no longer accepted him. In order to carry forward Sun Simiao's spirit and to let Chinese medicine breathe his last breath, he chose to be a "traitor" and let Chinese medicine take root in the United States.

Finally, his voice became hoarse from crying, and he almost shouted to me: "Master Zhang, goodbye!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

I knew that his goodbye was not only to me, but also to the homeland that had been glorious for five thousand years.

That night, I asked Li Mazi to go out for a drink at a food stall. While drinking, my eyes were red and tears were rolling in my eyes.

I asked Li Mazi in a very bad mood, why is it that our lives are getting better and better and our country is getting stronger and stronger, but our nation has become neither human nor ghost?

We abandon our mother tongue and let our children memorize English words from an early age.

We ditched our Hanfu and put on suits and evening dresses.

We abandoned our own holidays and went to foreign countries for Christmas.

We trampled our own ancient music to death and knelt in humiliation in front of the Korean singer, wagging our tails like dogs.

By the way, there is also Chinese medicine...

I flexed my fingers and asked Li Mazi, is Chinese medicine really bad? Are you really falling behind?

Then why does Japan regard Chinese medicine as a treasure, and the United States has established TCM schools one after another? South Korea wants to apply for the cultural heritage of TCM all the time, and even swimming champion Phelps is a fan of cupping?

Li Mazi played with his phone for a while before replying: Brother Zhang! Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? Don't you know that some people can't stand up after kneeling for a long time? Open your eyes and read the books written by your fellow citizens.

After saying that, he placed in front of me the e-book he had just read on Weibo - Chapter 1 of "Paizhuan Traditional Chinese Medicine": "Compendium of Materia Medica" is a collection of jokes.

I put down my glass in silence.