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Chapter 29 Vulcan Sect Medical Skills

Han Weimin invited Wu Botong in and made him a cup of fine Longjing tea.

Wu Botong, who had drank countless teas, suddenly brightened up when he smelled the aroma of this tea.

"Hey, Xiao Han, what kind of tea is this?"

"It smells so good!"

“Also, it gives people a refreshing feeling.”

Han Weimin secretly thought, this is the best Longjing rewarded by the system, how can it be comparable to ordinary tea.

"Oh, this tea was sent to me by a friend from far away."

"If you like it, I'll put some for you when I leave later."

Han Weimin said.

Wu Botong was overjoyed: "That's great."

"Oh, I have drunk countless teas. I have drunk countless teas from all over the Chinese mountains, but none of them can compare to this tea."

"If I can drink this tea later, my life will not be in vain."

Han Weimin knew that by saying this, Wu Botong also concluded that his kidney cancer was incurable.

Although he spoke desperate words, there was no desperate tone or emotion in it.

Han Weimin knew that although Wu Botong came to see him, he had the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

If it could be cured, he would have been cured before.

When he came to see Han Weimin, he just told him his condition in one word.

He also came with a hint of unrealistic fantasy.

Han Weimin smiled and said: "Grandpa Wu, I think you can live another ten or eight years without any problem."

"TCM can cure diseases, but it cannot cure lives."

"When the life span is exhausted, no matter how good the medicine is, it will not help."

Han Weimin had already seen through the qi-gazing technique that Wu Botong was still angry, and it was clear that the end was not yet approaching.

Wu Botong took a sip of tea, nodded constantly, and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

"Xiao Han, can you still read faces?"

"Haha, to be honest, I don't believe this."

"I'm trying my luck here today. Maybe your grandfather left some prescriptions before he passed away."

"If not, forget it."

To be honest, Wu Botong didn't think Han Weimin could cure his disease.

After all, Han Weimin is too young.

And the reviews before were not good.

He felt that Han Weimin could say those words before, maybe because Han Bawei had something to say before his death.

Han Weimin didn't want to be too pushy.

Now that Wu Botong thought about where his grandfather had gone, Han Weimin happened to borrow Poxia's donkey.

Han Weimin said: "Grandpa Wu, my grandfather did say something before he passed away."

When Wu Botong heard this, his eyes lit up. He stretched his neck and asked, "What did he say, Old Han?"

Han Weimin said: "My grandfather said that all cancers are caused by cold."

"So, the Vulcan prescription needs to be used to make it work."

Wu Botong frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"The Vulcan Sect? These are all rough and low-level workers."

"To blindly use hot products such as Ma Guifu to dissipate the human body's yin is simply...

The behavior of a prodigal. "

"Once the human body's yin is exhausted, can this person still live?"

"If Aconite was really that good, "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" wouldn't classify it as a low-grade product."

Han Weimin couldn't help but nodded when he heard this.

Obviously, Wu Botong is not a quack, but has thought deeply about traditional Chinese medicine.

Regardless of whether his thinking is correct or not, it at least proves that he has done extensive research.

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Grandpa Wu, you are right."

"The human body's Yuan Yin is very important and is the material basis of the human body."

"But when we practice Chinese medicine, we can't be biased towards one end of the spectrum."

"Rather, we should be in a high position and lead the yin and yang."

"Yin and Yang are mutually rooted. Yin is within Yang, not the opposite of Yang."

"A dead person has all his internal organs and organs, but why can't he come back to life?"

"It's just because there is no Yang Qi."

"Your yin is strong and your yang is weak now. You can't be saved unless you have a strong fever."

When Wu Botong heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"General Commander Yin Yang!" "Well said."

"When I used to see a doctor, I was always afraid of hurting the patient's yin and causing the patient to have a short life."

Han Weimin smiled and said: "Grandpa Wu, if the patient cannot survive this critical moment, how can he enjoy his future life?"

"Doctors can only treat illnesses, but they cannot cure lives."

"This is the fate of patients."

When Wu Botong heard this, he suddenly realized.

"Oh, Xiao Han, you really deserve to be a famous doctor."

"Amazing, really amazing!"

"Hahaha, putting you in this small steel rolling mill is really a waste of your talents."

Han Weimin smiled and said: "I quite like this place, it's clean."

"If you really go to a big hospital, where there are leaders taking care of you every day and the patients are annoying, then I would rather not go there."

Wu Botong pointed at Han Weimin and laughed dumbly.

"Xiao Han, please give me a prescription."

"I have to say, you stand taller than me. Just on this point you are better than me."

"I may have rich experience in some fields and temporarily surpass you, but you may be able to catch up in a very short period of time."

Han Weimin mentally recognized Wu Botong's statement.

This is what the hot word that emerged in later generations is called dimensionality reduction attack.

Through Xuanyuan Prescription Technique, Shaoshi Wangqi Technique and other transcendental techniques, Han Weimin's vision and thinking were unmatched by Wu Botong.

Han Weimin apologized for a few words, then took out the prescription pad and started writing it in a hurry.

Aconite, Guizhi, Alisma, Wangbuliuxing, Liujinu, cinnamon, raw and cooked rehmannia
A prescription appeared on the paper.

Wu Botong took this prescription and felt like he had found a treasure.

"Xiao Han, this recipe is great."

"My old man can't wait to try its effects."

"Okay, then I won't stay any longer."

"Come to visit you some other day."

Han Weimin quickly went to the cupboard, took a can of Longjing tea where he kept it and handed it to Wu Botong.

"Grandpa Wu, wait until you recover before drinking."

Comrade Wu Bo said: "I know this. Tea can cure hundreds of poisons, but it will affect the efficacy of medicine."

The two smiled at each other.

After sending Wu Botong away, Han Weimin was at ease again.

Soon.

Chu Huai, director of the factory hospital, came to Han Weimin's clinic.

He smiled and said: "Xiao Han, Mr. Wu also came to see you for medical treatment!"

"You're good at this level."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Hey, Grandpa Wu is here just for discussion."

"That recipe was worked out by the two of us."

Chu Huai nodded, and then said with relief: "Let me just say, Mr. Wu can be regarded as the master of traditional Chinese medicine in Sijiu City."

"How could I possibly seek medical treatment from you?"

"Okay, Xiao Han, you are busy. If you have any difficulties, let me know."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Okay, Dean Chu, you are busy."

After Dean Chu left, Han Weimin once again indulged himself in old newspapers.

at last.

After getting off work, he rushed to the bicycle shed.

There are only seven or eight bicycles parked in this bicycle shed.

Except for one belonging to Han Weimin and one belonging to Chu Huai, the rest were owned by factory leaders.

Since the next day was a Sunday and he could have a day off, Han Weimin felt relieved.

The weekend system will not come into effect until after May 1995, 5.

He quickly returned to the compound on his bicycle.

Siheyuan gate.

Yan Fugui was waiting quietly with a fishing rod and an iron bucket in his hands.

As soon as Han Weimin arrived, he couldn't wait to trot over.

"Weimin, you have to take me fishing today."

"My family all had fish soup yesterday, but we couldn't satisfy our cravings because we didn't have any fish."

"So I have to go fishing today."

(End of this chapter)