The Surgeon’s Studio 1918 Chapter 1918: family heritage

1918 Chapter 1918: family heritage

As they were chatting, the door of the private room was pushed open.
A thin middle-aged man with a long beard walked in. He was wearing an ordinary green cloth.
“Department Director pan, long time no see!” The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said.
“Why are you being so polite with me?” “This is Daoist Wang, you …” Department Director pan stood up and said.
“Call me whatever you want, we’ll talk about our own things.” Daoist Wang looked troubled, but his actions were very carefree.”Just call me brother. Don’t call me Daoist, master, or immortal. It’s disgusting.”
Zheng Ren had a good impression of him.
“This is Zheng Ren, and this is Su Yun …” Department Director pan introduced them to Daoist Wang.”When we usually call you, we only talk about it. This time, when we meet, Zheng Ren’s Medical Group might have a great way to do good and accumulate virtue.”
“Oh?” Wang Daoshi was interested. He was also very casual and rejected Su Yun’s offer. He casually sat at a seat near the door.
“For the live broadcast of the surgery, if there’s someone on your side who really doesn’t have money, ask him to go to Zheng Ren.”
“A live broadcast?” Daoist Wang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, his face turned serious and he asked sternly,””May I ask if you’re 912’s boss Zheng, Zheng Ren?”
Zheng Ren nodded with a smile, but he was also a little surprised. Didn’t they say that Xing Lin garden could only be registered with a medical practitioner’s license? How did Daoist Wang know about it?
Could it be that he had taken the medical examination?
He had a doctor’s certificate and a Daoist priest’s certificate in his hands.
Zheng Ren didn’t know if a Daoist priest needed to register, and his mind was running wild.
“Boss Zheng, what a coincidence!” “I’ve always heard from old Department Director pan that his apprentice is in Room 912, and his name is Zheng Ren,”Daoshi Wang said. I only know that the surgeon in the surgery livestream room is also called boss Zheng, but I didn’t expect it to really be the same person. It’s an honor to meet you, an honor to meet you!”
When he said this, Daoist Wang’s expression was a little strange. Zheng Ren saw it in his eyes and felt that there was more to his words.
However, he was just a Small Doctor. Was he looking for him to treat his illness?
“Brother Wang, you’re too polite.” Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Calling Daoist Wang brother Wang seemed a little awkward.
However, he didn’t even wear a Daoist robe, only a sweatshirt, which was very casual and unrestrained, while he was too formal.
“Boss Zheng’s surgery livestream room is kind and brings great benefits. I’m not being polite.”
“Don’t be so restrained, you guys drink, drink!” Old Department Director pan knew that it would be very difficult for Zheng Ren to continue saying such things, so he started drinking.
Although he couldn’t drink it himself, he could still watch others drink it and satisfy his eyes.
Daoist Wang wanted to say something, but he hesitated. Out of respect for old Department Associate Director pan, he poured himself a glass of wine and prepared to make small talk.
“Little Wang, where are you planning to go this time?” Old Department Director pan asked.
“AI, I’m not in the mood to travel. My son is dying, so I’m going to the capital to see what’s going on. I’ve been hearing from you that your disciple is in the capital, so I was thinking of asking you for your number. I went over there … And happened to meet her. This is fate. ” Daoist Wang quickly said everything he wanted to say in one breath.
At this time, since old Department Director pan had already made a suggestion, he could not care less about being reserved.
“You can ‘t?”
“Son?”
Zheng Ren and Su Yun said softly at the same time. The two of them had always focused on different things.
“How old is your son? I remember you got married very late. “
“I’m in university. ” Daoist Wang’s expression became even more worried.”He was fine a week ago, but I heard that he’s in the hospital now.”
“What’s going on?” Zheng Ren asked.
Daoist Wang’s expression turned serious. He didn’t say anything, but stood up first and bowed deeply to Zheng Ren.
Uh …
Zheng Ren immediately jumped up and dodged it from another angle.
He didn’t dare to stand in front of Daoist wang like that.
He was an elder who was of the same generation as Department Director pan. Even though he was a Daoist, he had graduated from the medical major, and Zheng Ren admired his actions.
“Little Wang, if you have something to say, say it. Don’t scare my little brat with such a grand ceremony.” Old Department Director pan tried to smooth things over.
Daoshi Wang straightened his back and sighed deeply,””Department Director pan, boss Zheng, I … Should I start from the beginning?”
“Please, please, I don’t dare to do this.” Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Su Yun was a little disdainful. Wasn’t this a good time to show off? Why was their boss so cowardly?
One look at this person and it was obvious that he had something to ask of her. Her boss was such a killjoy. He didn’t know how to grasp such a great opportunity. There was no meaning to life.
Daoist Wang sat down, thought for a few seconds, and then smiled bitterly.
“Old Department Director pan, you know about it. My family’s run-down Daoist temple has been passed down for generations.” Daoist Wang said,”my ancestors came here before the liberation to pass the East Pass.” Speaking of our ancestors, they were all famous experts, but we graduated from medical school and have some culture. Those are just feudal superstitions. “
Zheng Ren smiled.
“There are some books passed down from my family that I’ve never liked since I was young. They’re all written in traditional Chinese and it’s tiring to read them.”
“But after all, we can teach them with words and actions. If we learn some traditional cultures such as the four pillars of Ganzhi, the five elements of yin and yang, the six Rens and seven DAOs, it’ll make the people who come to burn incense feel that our small Taoist temple has some Foundation, right?”
Daoist Wang began to narrate, but none of it had anything to do with his son.
Zheng Ren listened attentively, but he did not feel bored. As long as it was related to the patient, boss Zheng was very serious.
Daoist Wang’s words sounded like gossip to others. However, to Zheng Ren, it was a family history and possible past history.
“However, I can be considered to have a son at an old age. My son is different from me. He’s been talented since he was young and likes traditional culture. He always sneaks out of those books to read. ” Daoshi Wang smiled bitterly.
“I’ve hidden all the ancient books in the house from my son ever since he could understand. After all, I don’t know how. Even if I’m half a doctor, I don’t know those things. Without anyone to teach him, it would be boring if he went into Qi deviation or something. Besides, it’s not helpful for the college entrance examination. “
Everyone at the table was a little puzzled. What was going on? Even if it was an ancient book, it shouldn’t be life-threatening.
“He’s in college now, so he came back to visit me on May Day. I was also very happy. The two of us were drinking under the big poplar tree. It was a great time. It’s enough that life is like this. “
“After that, he left after school started and I didn’t notice. “His classmate called me yesterday, but he couldn’t say a word. He seemed to be in low spirits. It seems like …” Daoist Wang’s voice was a little choked as he spoke, but he still had something to ask of Zheng Ren. He immediately restrained his sadness and sorted out his emotions.
“I looked around, and there was indeed an ancient book missing. I asked him later, and it was really stolen by this little brat. “
“Ancient book? What is it about?” Zheng Ren asked.
“Boss Zheng, do you have an understanding of the Laoshan Daoist’s wall-passing technique?” Daoist Wang asked.
“I’ve watched cartoons. ” Zheng Ren smiled.
“My son took a scroll of Tao technique. I guess he practiced the art of silence.” Daoist Wang said with a frown,”no one taught me this, so I learned it myself. It’d be strange if there weren’t any problems.” It’s my fault, my fault …”
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[Note: it’s not a feudal superstition. It’s an illness. I won’t let you guess.] A minor illness could be fatal when it happened. The day before yesterday, he had read in his book friend’s chapter that he had suffered from diarrhea for about five years. He hated the doctors, but he was fine now. To be honest, these words really kept me awake at night. He got up early in the morning, checked the database, asked his classmates and teachers, and found two medical cases. After all, doctors aren’t gods. The simpler the minor illness, the more the diagnosis … Forget it, I’ll update it after I’m done writing. I’ll explain it briefly in a chapter.