A Divine Farmer

Chapter 320 - Who Can Prove It!

Over the past few years, there had been signs of recovery in the field of Chinese medicine. More and more people began to acknowledge the effectiveness of Chinese medicine and its effects in curing diseases. However, in comparison, Chinese medicine was still a cold topic, at least not a popular topic. This could be seen from the enrollment of the Chinese medicine schools.

Western medicine was easy to learn but difficult to master. On the other hand, Chinese medicine was even more difficult to learn and master. Furthermore, even if one graduated from a Chinese medicine school, it would be difficult to find a job.

These were all real problems, causing a small number of Chinese medicine specialists to be as popular as a market. On the other hand, the overall industry was still in a state of decline.

Under such circumstances, a small Acupuncture Exchange would not attract the attention of the media. However, the situation at the scene was completely opposite. There were hundreds of reporters who came to watch the event, even more than the number of people attending the event.

Even though Jiaang Qin did not expect this, he immediately understood that someone must have paid to do this.

The other party thought that this was a battle that was bound to win, so they had gathered so many media reporters to spread the news as soon as possible. This was to cause the most direct and impactful damage to Chinese medicine.

“Zhang, you said yesterday that you want to pass on the Xuanyuan Needle Technique. Are you serious?” Jiaang Qin was still doubtful about this.

Although Zhang Xiaolong had inherited the Wang family's heritage, he was not a member of the Wang family. Logically speaking, he did not have such great authority to arbitrarily spread the Wang family's family heirloom needle technique.

Even if this action would be beneficial to the entire industry of Chinese medicine, it would still be suspected of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

“Of course,” Zhang Xiaolong said with certainty, “But we also have to restrict the learning of Chinese medicine. Only those who have faith in Chinese medicine and have good character and medical ethics will be allowed to learn it. Otherwise, we will not teach it to them.”

“What I mean is, did you get Elder Wang's permission to do this?” Jiaang Qin knew that although Zhang Xiaolong was Wang Zhengyi's junior brother, because he was taking in a disciple on behalf of his father, in fact, Zhang Xiaolong's acupuncture technique was still passed down from Wang Zhengyi.

Since that was the case, if he wanted to pass down the acupuncture technique to outsiders, he would have to get Wang Zhengyi's approval first.

The traditional acupuncture technique was going to be announced to the world all of a sudden. This was very unacceptable for an ancient family. Jiaang Qin thought about himself and knew that it would be very difficult for Wang Zhengyi to make such a decision.

“Although the Xuanyuan Needle Technique was obtained from Senior Brother Wang, it was not created by the Wang family. It was only passed down to the family to prevent it from being stolen by evil people. I believe that many inheritances are like this.” Zhang Xiaolong sighed, “Maybe there is selfishness in it, but it is human nature. It is unavoidable, but now that Chinese medicine has declined to such an extent, if every family still wants to keep it to themselves, then in the end, it will only end up being destroyed by others.”

Jiaang Qin sighed as well. He was well aware of the current situation, but this method was not something that could be easily thought of.

The Jiaang family was already considered a good family. It was able to develop into a big family with more than ten members. Even if his own son, Jiaang Yu, did not study medicine, his business was still related to medicine, and could be considered a lineage with a strong heritage.

However, Wang Zhengyi's lineage was basically a single lineage. Initially, he heard that his son, Wang Cheng, was not interested in learning medicine, and his lineage was almost cut off. Now, he could barely keep up with Zhang Xiaolong, who was an outsider.

However, a person's strength was limited after all. If they did not break the tradition of the family, it would be very difficult to break through the current situation.

There were naturally many people who wanted to take him as a disciple, but the Wang family and the Jiaang family's acupuncture techniques were usually not passed on to outsiders. Even if they did pass it on, they might not be able to obtain the essence.

If the descendants of the main family did not have any talent in medicine, then many things would be lost in the long run.

If they wanted to expand the TCM, they had to break the tradition. Everyone had to take out their own treasures, and only then would they be able to form an enviable treasure.

However, it was easy to say, but who would be willing to share their ancestral treasures with others?

“Although I obtained my acupuncture technique from my senior brother, a large portion of it is not passed down by the Wang family. Therefore, I can pass on a portion of the content to outsiders. Furthermore, I believe that even if it is all, Senior Brother Wang would not have any objections.” Zhang Xiaolong said with certainty, “TCM is closely connected to China's traditional culture. Even if we let the C People learn it now, it would not be easy, not to mention foreigners. How much can they learn?”

With that, Zhang Xiaolong changed the topic, “So what if we learn it? Even if we learn it, what can we do? If we keep guard like this, our own people will not be able to learn it, and we will become a joke in the eyes of others. Is this the situation we want to see? Rather than destroying it in our hands, we might as well let it be widely passed down. Only when it is recognized by the world will we realize that we are the ones who are wasting the treasure in our hands.”

“I heard that the Great Yang Blade is a replica of the Tang Blade, but now that the Tang Blade has been lost, the Great Yang Blade is still around. As a result, many swordsmiths in China need to study the Great Yang Blade in reverse order to find some information about the Tang Blade. Isn't this sad?” Zhang Xiaolong continued, “But what about us? After a few more years, perhaps we can only learn the Tang Blade from the Great Yang Country and the K Country. As for the Xuanyuan Needle Technique, the K People will not be able to learn it. I'm afraid that we won't even be able to find any clues. Isn't that even sadder?”

“Alright, you're right,” Jiaang Qin said. “After this trial, you have to pass on the Xuanyuan Needle Technique. My Jiaang family's needle technique will be the first to respond.”

“It's a deal!” Zhang Xiaolong smiled.

“It's a deal!” Jiaang Qin could see the future of TCM from the other party.

Many times, what a company needed was not only outstanding elites, but also reformers like Zhang Xiaolong who were selfless and had vision.

While chatting, the two of them also walked towards the venue through the crowd.

Jiaang Qin had quite a reputation in Yanjing and was also the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Many doctors who were familiar with him came over to greet him. As for Zhang Xiaolong, he was automatically ignored by everyone.

Judging from his age, he knew that this little fellow was either Jiaang Qin's nephew or disciple. Those who were acquainted with Jiaang Qin would naturally not pay attention to a junior.

“Everyone, let me introduce Mr. Zhang Xiaolong, Dr. Wang Zhengyi's junior brother, to you.” Jiaang Qin took the initiative to push Zhang Xiaolong to the front. “Dr. Wang Zhengyi is unable to come due to some matters, so he specially invited Mr. Zhang Xiaolong to represent him.”

“Oh? Dr. Wang's disciple?” Someone asked in doubt.

This was a bit strange. All those who had just established a friendship with Jiaang Qin were now considered to be of the same generation as this young man?

“I think everyone heard wrongly,” Jiaang Qin said mysteriously, “He is not Dr. Wang Zhengyi's disciple, but his junior brother!”

“Is there a mistake?”

“How is this possible?”

“Who can prove that he is Dr. Wang Zhengyi's disciple?”

This time, it immediately attracted a lot of doubts.

“I can prove it!”