Chapter Fifty-Four: An Old Chinese Doctor Who Can Cure All Diseases

Seeing him get up, the others wanted to take away the table, the proprietress was wiping away tears, the boss was blank-eyed, waving his hands, wanting to say something, wanting to do something, but couldn't say anything.

The helplessness of the family of three made Nan Ming feel very uncomfortable.

Nan Ming stretched out his hand, stopped the nearest urban management officer, and said to the urban management team leader: "Since you are not allowed to set up a stall, just ask them to withdraw the stall. Why do you want to confiscate it?"

The captain of the urban management gave Nan Ming a blank look, and without saying a word, he directed the urban management to close the stalls.

Nan Ming didn't speak, took out his mobile phone, snapped a few photos in succession, bowed his head and started to write something.

"What are you doing?" The captain of the city management team widened his eyes, pointed at Nan Ming and said loudly.

"What are you doing? Posting on social media and Moments." Nan Ming said without raising his head, "The urban management rudely drives away customers, and enforces the law roughly."

"How dare you!" The urban management captain was about to step forward to snatch Nan Ming's cell phone. Nan Ming narrowed his eyes, "If you dare to snatch the cell phone, I will call the police."

In fact, Nan Ming didn't really want to post. Even if he wanted to help, he had to use the correct method. He just wanted to gain some initiative, and at least he could negotiate conditions.

Moreover, if he really posted it, it would probably be a big deal.

In his circle of friends, there is Lu Zhenguo.

To be honest, after staying with Chen Wei and others for a long time, Nanming also knows that sometimes the urban management is really helpless, they don't care, some small stalls and vendors can take up half of the road for you, and make a mess everywhere.

Never mind, sometimes it's just a show.

But Nan Ming had to intervene, not to mention other reasons, this delicious food that I found with great difficulty is about to fly, what should I do if I don’t have to eat it in the future?

Even if you can't eat it every day, it is conservatively estimated that before you get tired of eating, this is at least 30 degrees of energy.

Two days of consumption or ten Qing Linqiu!

Nan Ming also has the confidence to use the police as a threat. Now that He Shan is in Qingyang, with He Shan's care, at least he doesn't worry about being bullied in the police system.

Moreover, if the city management captain really dared to snatch his mobile phone, it would be a real cross-line, and Nan Ming would not hesitate to post what happened to his circle of friends.

Sure enough, the captain of the city management team hesitated, but there was one city management officer who was eager to try and use force, when he suddenly felt a dark shadow blocking the sunlight, he raised his head and squinted at Tie Dan, then turned around whistling and slipped away.

A joke, using force in front of this gorilla-like guy? That is tired of life.

"How about taking a step back, everyone?" Nan Ming looked at the urban management captain, "As you can see, it's not easy for a family of three. You must fulfill your responsibilities, everyone understands this, anyway, you have also taken away so many stalls, even if you let go of the big brother and sister-in-law’s family, it’s not bad, isn’t it?”

He is not a hero who fights against injustice, he doesn't care about anything else, as long as the wonton stall is kept.

Nan Ming suddenly felt the girl staring at him, he felt a little baffled, why staring at him?

I'm helping you now!

Maybe he was staring at the city management, not him, but he subconsciously ignored it.

The captain of the urban management team looked at the family of three vendors next to him, then at Nan Ming and the mobile phone in his hand, and simply waved: "Then hurry up, you must leave within five minutes, and the leader will be here soon!"

"Thank you, I owe you a favor." Nan Ming nodded with a smile, deleted the photos on the phone in front of the city management, and waved his hand: "Tie Dan, help!"

The captain of the urban management team rolled his eyes, you are a little college student, what's the use of owing me a favor?

Of course he didn't know how much this favor would be worth in the future.

Tie Dan's strength is astonishing, he loaded tables, stools, pots and pans onto the tricycle in two or three strokes, Nan Ming said: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

How can I let go of the delicious food after finally seeing it?

He rubbed his belly, he was starving to death!

...

Grandpa Qing returned to Qingyang, rested overnight, and went to the Cardiology Department of Qingyang University Affiliated Hospital early the next morning for a comprehensive examination. As expected, the heart disease that had troubled the old man for many years had completely disappeared.

This can be called a medical miracle. If it weren't for the old man's high position and authority, those doctors and experts would have sliced ​​him up for research.

After dealing with a large group of experts who were overly enthusiastic, Mr. Qing said to his third son, Qing Zhongyang: "Now you can rest assured and go back to work."

"Wait!" Qingzhong Yang Gang was about to leave, but was stopped by Qing Lao. He looked up at the time, it was only past nine o'clock, thought for a while, and said, "See if Brother Peng is here. If he is, let's go together." Go see my senior brother."

Qingzhong Yang followed the sound and left.

Not long after, his hair was all white. Elder Peng, who was over eighty years old, came. He was wearing a double-breasted snow-white Tang suit, and he had white hair and a childlike face. Are you all right?"

"Of course, my life is on the line!" Elder Qing was very proud, seeing Mr. Peng stretching out his hand, he extended it too.

Mr. Peng took his pulse, and then looked at Mr. Qing's complexion, he was a little shocked, and couldn't understand it.

Seeing that Taishan Beidou in the domestic Chinese medicine circle was frightened by his own body, Qinghu couldn't help laughing.

After the two chatted for a while, Mr. Qing restrained his smile and asked seriously, "Brother Peng, how is Senior Brother Jiang doing?"

"It's not optimistic." Old Peng shook his head again and again, "Brother you, your temper is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, so I checked it, and when I heard that you called me, you drove me away... ..."

Master Qing sighed, so what if his temper is so bad? That is also his senior brother, his brother who is as close as a brother.

"Let's go, I just prepared another new medicine, and I'll give him a try to see the effect... Sigh, withering disease is hard to cure." Mr. Peng saw through Mr. Qing's thoughts at a glance, and shook his head slightly.

The ancestor of the Qing family was originally the cook of a high-ranking official, and his ancestral Shandong cuisine skills are exquisite and well-known.

Brother Jiang is an orphan adopted by Father Qing's father, and also his true disciple.

Due to some historical reasons, Senior Brother Jiang was very unhappy when Old Master Qing joined the army to serve the country, and the two brothers had a rift.

Brother Jiang was stubborn by nature. He had already mastered his culinary skills when he was in his twenties, but he lived quietly in a small town, took charge of the restaurant founded by his master, and provided for his retirement.

Of course, the social environment at that time did not allow it to flex its muscles.

After the master passed away, Senior Brother Jiang sold the restaurant and planned to go out for a while, but fell ill with a serious illness. After healed, he fell into a root cause of the disease, wilt.

The so-called dystrophy is muscle weakness and muscle atrophy.

After suffering from wilting disease, first his strength gradually lost, and slowly Senior Brother Jiang couldn't even hold a spatula, and his behavior became more extreme. Seeing that Master's skills were about to be lost, he hated himself, and even took a hand to celebrate. The old man also hated it.

Regardless of how much achievements Old Master Qing has made, in his opinion, he is just a disloyal and unfilial white-eyed wolf.

Over the years, during the holidays, Mr. Qing would visit his senior brother, but his senior brother avoided seeing him, and even if he did see him, he would be reprimanded for a while.

But as the saying goes, a friend in adversity sees the truth. When Mr. Qing was seriously ill, Brother Jiang sent his son and daughter-in-law to visit Mr. Qing, and brought some snacks he made himself. learned from the mouth of the son.

After experiencing life and death, many things in the past seemed to gradually fade away. Mr. Qing didn't even dare to think, if he really died, how would the younger generations resolve the various misunderstandings with Senior Brother Jiang?

Dystrophy difficult to cure? Qinghu suddenly thought of Nan Ming, if Nan Ming took action, could he be cured?

"Impossible! No matter how good the doctor is, he can't cure this wilt now." Peng Lao had sharp eyes and ears, and when he heard Qinghu murmuring, he shook his head again and again.

He doesn't know who this so-called Nan Ming is, but some diseases are still in the forbidden area of ​​medicine and cannot be surpassed.

After Mr. Qing distinguished a few words, Mr. Peng frowned: "You don't talk about science! This is idealism! This is wrong!"

Hearing such words from an old Chinese doctor who is over eighty years old, if an ordinary person, I am afraid that they will find it ridiculous.

But Mr. Qing knows that this is one of the founders of modern Chinese medicine and a pioneer who is committed to combining Chinese medicine with modern technology. typical.

Many people in modern times hold their noses at Chinese medicine, thinking that Chinese medicine is unscientific, but they don’t know that Chinese medicine and Western medicine are all modern medicine. It is a big fallacy to think that Chinese medicine is just drinking some Chinese medicine, acupuncture and massage. Otherwise, where did Guan Gong's bone scraping to cure poison and Hua Tuo's craniotomy come from?

Those who feel that Western medicine is superior, but they don’t know that the so-called drug therapy, electroshock therapy, and chicken blood therapy are all Western medicine.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Western medicine was no different from Tibetan medicine and witch doctor at the beginning, but they just kept up with the development of technology.

It's just that Chinese medicine has gone too rough on the road to modernization, and there are countless people who keep trying to backtrack and rely on deception to survive, which makes the stall smaller and smaller.

Therefore, when the old man heard such a trick like a magic stick, he would always scold him.

If Nan Ming were here, he would definitely complain again: "You are the Scientologist! Deify science!"

There are too many things that science cannot explain, such as his lazy god, who will explain it to him?

Following Mr. Qing into the car, Mr. Peng was still babbling along the way. He, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, looks like a fairy, but when he babbles, it makes people want to be kicked out of the car.

Mr. Qing hummed in his heart, wishing he could drag Nan Ming here now and let him slap Mr. Peng's face a few times.

But now I have to rely on this old Mr. Peng to take the pulse of the senior brother and see if he is sick.

Brother Jiang's body is too weak now, so he has to rely on this master of traditional Chinese medicine in terms of nourishing his body and nourishing his energy.

Mr. Qing simply changed the subject, and said to Qingzhong Yang who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Third brother, you are in Qingyang now, and in the future when your uncle is here, take care of him."

"Understood, Dad." Qingzhong Yang nodded obediently.