Chapter 515 The beauty of the three types of foreign Chinese medicine practitioners comes from comparison
Hearing Zhou Zhaoqin's words, Fang Yan responded with a smile:
"It doesn't cost so much to buy it. If you have a chance, just let me take a look."
Fang Yan is actually more interested in who snatched the small days of selling books from.
Since they put it up for auction, they must know the value inside.
They are most likely the descendants of that gang of robbers.
Make a fortune by taking out the things that our ancestors plundered.
In fact, not many people in China know about these things, and only overseas Chinese like the Zhou family can have access to them.
As a result, Zhou Zhaoqin waved his hand and said:
"It's okay. You saved my life. I should give you some books. Maybe you can learn something new in them and then save someone else."
"In this case, it can be regarded as one of my merits."
Fang Yan looked at Zhou Zhaoqin curiously and asked:
"Do you believe this?"
Zhou Zhaoqin did not hide anything and said:
"My mother believes it. She especially believed it after I got sick."
“So I’ve heard a lot about it.”
Fang Yan nodded and asked again:
"Does your dad believe it?"
Zhou Zhaoqin responded:
"He also believes it, but what he believes is different from what my mother believes. He said he only believes in the ancestors of the Zhou family."
"Just like this time they took me back to China, my dad had a dream in which my deceased grandfather told him that he could save me if he returned to the mainland. Otherwise, he and my mother would not have been able to make this determination."
After speaking, she paused and said:
"Maybe I will ask a Chinese medicine doctor from the United States or Southeast Asia, but the result may not be very good."
Fang Yan nodded.
At this time Zhou Zhaoqin asked::
"I know you are not allowed to talk about this and classify it as feudal superstition, so are we talking about a crime now?"
Fang Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and said:
"Then you are worrying too much."
After that, he changed the topic and asked:
"By the way, how about Chinese medicine in the United States?"
In his previous life, Fang Yan knew about American traditional Chinese medicine from Ni Haixia's imaging data, but he was already in the 1980s at that time, which was a few years later.
What Fang Yan wants to know is what is the situation of traditional Chinese medicine in the United States during this period and now.
Zhou Zhaoqin thought for a while before saying two words:
“Very expensive.”
Fang Yan frowned. Chinese medicine has become very expensive in the United States?
Zhou Zhaoqin saw Fang Yan’s expression and explained:
"Especially the kind of capable people who only treat rich people, charge a lot of money at one time, and there is no guarantee that they can be cured."
Fang Yan nodded.
Zhou Zhaoqin then added:
"But if you go, with your medical skills, you should soon become a rich man."
"Really?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
Zhou Zhaoqin asked:
"Are you excited?"
Dialect shook his head:
"No, if I want to make a fortune, I have a faster way. I'm just curious about what kind of living environment the Chinese medicine practitioners in the United States are like."
Although he was not sure what the faster way to get rich was in the dialect, Zhou Zhaoqin heard strong confidence from the dialect's words.
She subconsciously believed the dialect's words.
When she heard the dialect, she was curious about the Chinese medicine doctor there, so she recalled it for a while and then said:
"The first type is traditional Chinese medicine doctors who have no skills and no reputation. They open their own clinics in the community. The business is not very good, but they can barely make a living. Such people usually make money from their compatriots, and they can only treat a few diseases. It’s limited, and they usually don’t prescribe medicine, but only acupuncture and physical therapy. There is a doctor near our home, and they also do massage, cupping and so on.”
"The second type is TCM doctors who are somewhat capable and famous. They will open their own clinics in some busy places. Such places generally receive local middle-class Chinese and foreigners who believe in TCM. Basically, these people He belongs to a local Chinese gang and lives a very cool life.”
"The third type is the kind of traditional Chinese medicine I just mentioned. They specialize in serving rich people. They claim that as long as the money is enough, they can treat most diseases. To see a doctor with them, you need to make an appointment. However, I think they are more of a package. Any of your subordinates who come out should be better than them.",
The dialect is a bit baffling:
"My men? Who?"
Zhou Zhaoqin said:
"It's the people who are guarding here today."
Fang Yan didn't expect that she was actually talking about Meng Jimin and the others, so he explained:
"They are my friends."
Zhou Zhaoqin quickly apologized after hearing this:
"Oh, I'm sorry... I think they respect you very much, just like your subordinates face their boss."
Dialect said:
"They respect me because I respect them too. They think what I say makes sense, so they are willing to listen to me. We are not in a superior-subordinate relationship."
Zhou Zhaoqin saluted the dialect:
"Okay sir, I've written it down!"
"Ahem..." As soon as she finished the action, she started coughing violently.
Fortunately, it was not a spasmodic cough, but I still coughed up some phlegm.
Hearing the cough, nurses and doctors rushed over.
Just now Fang Yan was here, so they all went to eat with peace of mind.
When they heard a cough coming from Zhou Zhaoqin's side, they immediately came over from the nurse's station in fright.
By the time we waited, the dialect had already been processed.
Fang Yan put down the spittoon and said to Zhou Zhaoqin:
"Okay, that's it for today's chat. You've said enough."
Zhou Zhaoqin was a little unfinished, she said to the dialect:
"It's okay. In fact, I can still talk. I'm quite curious about your life. People outside describe this place as bad, but I feel that it's not like that."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "You need to get better and then explore slowly by yourself."
Zhou Zhaoqin put on the oxygen mask again and said helplessly:
"Okay, okay."
Then she lay down again and closed her eyes to rest. After coughing just now, it really took a lot of energy out of her.
She said she wanted to chat mainly because she wanted to be like a normal person, but Fang Yan could tell that she was actually tired.
At this time, Meng Jimin and the others also came in. Fang Yan briefly explained the situation, and they were relieved to hear that everything was fine.
Then Fang Yan called Meng Jimin and others to get off work.
Deng Nanxing and Xie Guolai stayed here to work the night shift.
They've been here for a day today, but are already very excited at the moment.
No feeling of fatigue at all.
Compared with others, they have never worked in a hospital, so they are very fresh. When they heard that they were going to be on duty, they were more excited than anyone else.
This is why Dialect puts them on night shifts.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
When Meng Jimin and others left, they asked about the situation at the institute. Fang Yan told them that all the backlogged problems had been solved by themselves, and the work of all groups began to proceed smoothly, and several people felt relieved.
This is understandable, they have also invested a lot of energy there, and it is not something that can be lost just because it is lost.
Everyone is still very concerned about the progress there, and we must keep things from beginning to end.
After sending Meng Jimin and the others out of the building, Fang Yan happened to meet Lao Zhou and his wife coming out of the cafeteria after dinner, and the dean followed them.
"You two finished eating so quickly?"
"We'll be fine taking care of Miss Zhou."
Fang Yan asked them.
Zhou Zhaoqin’s wife said:
"Oh, Doctor Fang, I don't know if you are used to eating this old BJ's traditional delicacy. Anyway, we are really not used to it."
Lao Zhou was more tactful and corrected:
"We, as a couple, have been abroad all year round, and the taste is indeed a little different from that at home. It will be lighter. Today is also the dean's kindness. Our appetite is a bit unsatisfactory. I guess we will eat it after eating it two more times."
"Traditional food?" Fang Yan frowned.
The first thing I thought of was Douzhi, but then I thought that the dean might not be that aggressive, right?
After thinking for a while, he tentatively asked:
"What you eat are braised, fried liver and enema?"
Lao Zhou and his wife nodded:
"Yes, that's the one."
When Fang Yan heard this, he said:
"That, it's really not very tasty... Our family doesn't eat much either."
"Really?" Lao Zhou looked at Fang Yan curiously, thinking it was a matter of their taste.
Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Well, in fact, these are modern improved dishes. The braised pork three generations back is the palace's Su Zao Pork. It uses perilla sauce and more than a dozen spices, and is stewed with three good pork belly. In the late Qing Dynasty, There is a folk version, which is stewed with pig head meat, heart, liver, intestines and lungs. During the Republic of China, only pig lungs and pig intestines were left. ”
"The dish of fried liver was originally a white-water offal from Huixianju in the capital city in the late Qing Dynasty. It was made from pig offal, cooked in white soup with seasonings. In modern times, it was thickened and stir-fried directly."
"Enema is also a similar situation. Anyway, this is a folk diet that was formed in modern times due to the lack of ingredients due to the relocation of the capital to Nanjing. If it is a traditional cuisine in the capital, it is not very traditional. It only lasts for a few decades. .”
After hearing the dialect's acceptance, Lao Zhou and his wife suddenly realized and said immediately:
"That's it. I didn't expect that Doctor Fang has good medical skills and is so knowledgeable about food."
Dialect said:
"I usually like to study when I have nothing to do."
After that, he remembered the peanuts he brought and said:
"By the way, I brought you some snacks I made myself today, so you can have some if you're not full."
Lao Zhou and his wife were startled and said in disbelief:
"Oh, did you bring us snacks?"
Speaking in dialect:
"Since we are so close to each other at home, when I was making yam and almond paste for Miss Zhou, I made a portion for you to eat."
"It's just some fried peanuts, not something valuable."
Lao Zhou immediately smiled and said:
"Ah, haha, what a coincidence, I like to eat this the most!"
"Oh, really?" Fang Yan felt that he was too flattering.
Lao Zhou nodded:
"Really, really."
"Xiao Qin ate the yam and almond paste made by Dr. Fang and said it was delicious several times."
"It seems that I can also try Dr. Fang's cooking skills."
Then everyone went upstairs together. Fang Yan took out the fried peanuts he had brought, freshly cooked and sprinkled with a little pepper and salt. Although they didn't have much cooking skills, the couple still praised the noodles very much.
Compared with fried liver and braised these, peanuts are at least much more normal.
Seeing his father and mother eating, Zhou Zhaoqin, who was closing his eyes to rest, also felt hungry and expressed that he wanted to eat too.
Of course, it was impossible for her to eat peanuts. Instead, she ate yam and almond paste specially made by Dialect.
Although this paste is simple, happiness comes from comparison. Compared with medicine, it is really delicious.
It would be an understatement to say it was the best eating experience I’ve had during this time.
(End of chapter)