Merchant and doctor

Chapter 785: The God of Wisdom

Bian Muxiao showed his hand, not for anything else, but to confirm to Situ Yu with the facts: To this day, he, Situ Yu, has not even passed the most basic entry level of the Guidance Technique!

I thought I was smart and didn't communicate much with the experts. I relied on some rare and old books in my hands and practiced rashly. As a result, I was self-defeating. I originally longed for eternal youth, but in the end I got sick.

Seeing Situ Yu's earthy look, Bian Mu quickly comforted the old man.

"Don't be discouraged. I have some talent in this area, and my grandfather is also an expert in this area. So... let's think about it from another angle. You must know the six techniques of traditional Chinese medicine, so why do you use Bianstone, Are these two treatment methods, Daoyin Technique, gradually lost? It really has no effect, is it mysterious and mysterious? It doesn’t seem like that? "

Situ Yu still said nothing.

"To practice the art of Daoyin, you need to have a considerable foundation in understanding ancient characters, for example, the ability to correct errors. When we get the "Nine-Character Marrow Cleansing Sutra", we must have the basic ability to distinguish authenticity from fake. Otherwise, we will not be able to distinguish the authenticity from the fake. No, there are missing words, omitted words, typos, deliberate misleading... These are the key details that require strong technical skills. I can't deal with them. I force myself to practice guessing... How can I have one? You always know, Before liberation, the illiteracy rate was so high! Nowadays, the traditional illiteracy rate is almost zero, but the disguised illiteracy rate is on the rise. Just look at the words written by the young people around you. , brush calligraphy is even more undesirable. Before liberation, anyone who could read Braille could hardly write with bad handwriting. Following this logic, let us deduce how many professional doctors of traditional Chinese medicine are still facing old books and old characters. Can you read through it?! The most basic concepts are unclear and the logic is confusing. Who can get the essentials of Daoyin Technique? How to practice it later?! Right! Over the years, Daoyin Technique has almost become the same as quackery." said Here, Bian Mu sighed softly.

To put it bluntly, Bian Mu pointed out rather implicitly: Situ Yu has always been semi-literate and useless in terms of practicing Daoyin. However, Situ Yu is quite greedy. He doesn't dare to think about immortality. The obsession of living a hundred years must be quite heavy in his mind.

Bian Mu's explanation was no less than a wake-up call for Situ Yu!

Situ Yu was confused at that time!

Situ Yu is considered to be quite good in terms of Chinese studies. He understands what Bian Mu says as soon as he hears it. Moreover, every sentence hits his vital point. Decades of hard work instantly turned into "nothing". I can't accept it for a while.

At this moment, the second son of the Situ family couldn't stay in the small study any longer and came out to see what step the charlatan had seen.

"Hey! You can't stop eating! How is my dad's condition going?"

"It's not a big deal. As long as you don't practice qigong, Daoyin or other longevity methods from now on, it will be fine. In addition, I have to make a small prescription. I will grab the medicine tomorrow and take one dose in the morning and evening. That's it, it's best to be on an empty stomach." As he spoke, Bian Mu and the second son of the Situ family asked for paper and pen to make a small recipe.

8g ginseng, 12g astragalus, 6g whole insect, 15g tortoise shell, 22g angelica, 3g licorice, 6 red dates, broken open by hand, 3g dried ginger, also g.

"Dad! You know medicine too, look at what he prescribes! Is that right?" As he spoke, the second son of the Situ family handed the small prescription to his father.

Situ Yu was in a slightly better mood now. He picked up the small square sheet and read it carefully under the lamp for a long time.

Suddenly, Situ Yu raised his head and said, "Doctor Bian! This is my second son. Could you please help him find out if he has any misunderstandings about his diet? For example, whether he has more than enough finesse and not enough roughness."

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

What does it mean? ! Why are you still treating him? !

After thinking about it, Bian Mu suddenly understood.

"Haha... This is a disguised test of me! The old man is still a little unconvinced in his heart. If what I say to his son is inappropriate, it will be enough to prove that what I said is not all right. He can find a way out of his decades of ridiculous efforts, and at least the psychological gap can be reduced a lot." Thinking of this, Bian Mu couldn't help but reveal a somewhat mocking look on his lips.

"Your second son... has eaten too much seafood, has scattered stomach qi, and lacks qi in the middle. He wears socks in the cold night, alcohol irritates the spleen, and has a slight loss of kidney essence. Overall, he is okay. In any case, he is better than You are much younger, and you still have enough yang energy to carry on for a few more years." Bian Mu didn't even take a pulse and directly expressed his intuitive impression of the second son of the Situ family.

Bian Mu felt a little unhappy, so naturally he didn't leave much room for words. After hearing this, Situ and his son couldn't help but look at each other, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

"Can you make such a comprehensive diagnosis just by 'inspection' and 'auscultation'? Doctor Bian! Isn't that a bit exaggerated?" Situ Yu was really unconvinced, and his words were not as polite as before.

"Look at the whites of his eyes. Are they green with gray, gray with blue, green with gray, gray with green, distinct and well-proportioned?" As he spoke, Bian Mu glanced at the face of the second son of the Situ family. Two eyes.

Situ Yu really didn't believe it. He stood up and walked to his son. He stared at the whites of his son's eyes for a long time with his eyes wide open.

For a moment, the second son of the Situ family felt a little scared when his father saw him.

"Since the second son of your family was 12 years old, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he would put on a pair of clean socks, made of pure cotton, every night when going to bed. He has done this for decades without stopping for a day, even in the scorching summer. Even when he was there, he always followed suit." There was no need for "you" and other greetings, and Bian Mu responded with a few polite words.

At this time, Situ and his son were stunned.

Have to serve!

Bian Mu is not ordinary.

It is no exaggeration to say that compared with ordinary traditional Chinese medicine doctors in Lijin, Bian Mu has shown a somewhat "spiritual" appearance when treating people.

The second young master of the Situ family is so stupid that he doesn't understand anything, but his father is like a bright mirror in his heart, he understands everything.

After all, Bian Mu was young and energetic, and felt a little resentful in his chest for a moment. He did not allow Situ and his son to respond any more, and he continued like a barrage: "Young Master You has given birth to two children in a row, and they are both girls. As expected, the second child will be born." The third child will also be a girl. If you want to have a son, if you don’t take comprehensive care, there will be no chance of success in this life.”

As soon as these words came out, Bian Mu seemed quite rude.

Depend on! Isn’t this exposing someone’s shortcomings in person?

As soon as he finished speaking, Bian Mu regretted it.

"We are serious doctors, why are we angry with these short-sighted mediocre people! Really..." I haven't thought about how to make up for the rudeness I just made, and Bian Mu couldn't say anything while sitting there. What's up?

At this time, the young female nanny came over with a wooden tray to deliver the meal, one meat and one vegetarian, and a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles. In this way, the extremely awkward atmosphere in the room was finally relieved.

(End of this chapter)