A few minutes later...

"Doctor Song."

Liu Jian, nicknamed "Melon Eating People", ran out of an alley, came to Song Che, and showed a always simple and cute smile, "I really didn't expect that you would come to me so soon."

"I didn't expect we would meet so soon." Song Che smiled and said evasively: "It happened that I also wanted to come to Chinatown to stroll around, and suddenly I remembered you half of the host."

"Don't squeeze me, in fact, I can't even be half a host." Liu Jian smiled and said, "But it's enough to be a tour guide for Dr. Song."

"Will you delay your time?"

"Where can you...uh, but I still have to go back and say hello to my uncle."

On the flight, Liu Jian mentioned that he was visiting relatives in Los Angeles.

As he said that, Liu Jian pointed to the alley and said, "It's very close. My uncle opened a beating restaurant inside."

The slaughter hall is a very Chinese historical character.

In ancient times, especially in the Guangdong area, sluggish museums were once very popular.

Simply put, this is a surgical derivative in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, mainly treating skin trauma.

"Then let's go and have a look." Song Che suggested on his own initiative, wanting to see Liu Jian's reality and reality.

Regarding Liu Jian's situation, not to mention Tang Tianxiong, the founder of the Medicine God Organization, did not know about it, even Chopard, who managed the Asia-Pacific group, had only a little understanding.

He only knew that this guy was recommended by [066 Ferryman], and the background was a very ordinary clinical surgeon in a small county hospital.

In Chopard's words, he had long been upset about this guy.

This guy is basically gone when it comes to serious medical discussions.

But every time he talks, he will definitely rush in front!

Anyway, it’s just a keyboard warrior. If you don’t feel good about it, just scold this and confront that.

The Asia-Pacific group sent by the Medicine God Organization to support Song Che this time should have been the [066 Ferryman].

As a result, the ferryman encountered a difficult task temporarily and had to entrust Liu Jian to help... As a result, this guy was really as famous as he was, and he hid in the corner from the cruise ship to Hawaii and watched the whole way!

At this moment, Song Che was not in a hurry to express his intention. He followed Liu Jian into the alley and walked around it for a few times. Sure enough, he saw a beating restaurant!

"The ancient girl falls and falls."

Seeing the old plaque hanging on the door, Song Che moved his heart and asked Liu Jian: "Is your family really a inheritance of Miao Doctor?"

"That's right, but I haven't passed on much of the inheritance." Liu Jian said with a wry smile.

In fact, when asked Chopard about Liu Jian's situation, Song Che was also curious about why this ordinary guy could get a 518 ranking.

As for why he was given a 518 ranking, it was also helped by a top three veteran member in the group.

The reason... it's not that this guy has the ability or expertise, it's purely because this guy is a Miao people!

Of course, people didn’t get involved by preferential policies of ethnic minorities.

But because Liu Jian’s family is a Miao doctor’s family!

Miao doctor is also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine!

People basically think that traditional Chinese medicine is traditional Chinese medicine.

But few people know that traditional Chinese medicine also includes many medical systems.

True traditional Chinese medicine should actually be called Han medicine, a medical system developed with the theme of the Han ethnic group.

In addition, other ethnic groups also have their own medical systems, such as Tibetan medicine, Mongolian medicine, Wei medicine, Korean medicine, Yi medicine, Zhuang medicine, Miao medicine, Dai medicine, etc.

With the great integration of Chinese civilization, the medical systems of ethnic minorities eventually came to the same end and merged into the so-called modern traditional Chinese medicine.

However, the medical system of these ethnic minorities has not disappeared, but has continued to be passed down in China with a very low sense of existence.

Ethnic minorities have special policy treatment.

The Medicine God Organization, in the purpose of protecting the inheritance of ethnic minority medicine, also gave some preferential treatment and support to these ethnic minority inheritors (in fact, it is because of ethnic minority policies) so that the fire can continue.

At the beginning, I knew Liu Jian’s identity and the masters of the Medicine God Organization made a plan and simply gave him an identity with a not-very high sense of existence.

Perhaps it is because of his always low sense of existence in the medical system that Liu Jian gave himself the nickname of [Melon Eating People]...

"Uncle."

As soon as Liu Jian entered the door, he raised his voice.

As a result, someone immediately scolded: "Shut up!"

Liu Jian hurriedly shut up and laughed at Song Che and Zhu Xie and said, "My uncle is taking the doctor."

Song Che didn't wait, and walked into the beating hall in a leisurely manner, looked at the instruments in the clinic, all of which revealed the breath of history and the Miao people.

You can also see medicinal materials commonly used by medicinal doctors such as Blood Fly, Houttuynia cordata, Jintioxu and Zijinlian.

Smelling a strange smell of herbal medicine, Song Che looked at the figure that was faintly visible behind the screen and walked straight up.

"Song..."

Liu Jian wants to dissuade him,

But Song Che had already bypassed the screen.

He stood beside the cloak and stared silently.

I saw a man lying on a treatment bed with bare body and wearing only big shorts.

Next to it, there is an old man with white hair and beard wearing a black jacket and exuding a Miao style.

The old man was holding an egg in his hand, constantly rolling around the man's chest and abdomen.

It was obviously a very simple move, but the old man did it very carefully and slowly, as if he had to put in a lot of effort every time he rolled.

Next to the old man, there was a stove and a cooking pot. The boiling water in the pot was floating with a few eggs, some medicinal materials and... silver jewelry!

At this time, the old man just rolled the man's chest and abdomen with an egg, and gave out a slight breath of turbid air. He took advantage of the rest and said, "Xiao Jian, come the rest!"

As he said that, the old man pointed at the pot, but soon he found that it was not Liu Jian standing behind him, but a strange little white-faced person.

"Who did you? Who let you in?" the old man scolded with a deep face.

"Uncle, he is my friend." Liu Jian hurried in and explained: "He is also a Chinese medicine doctor, and he is still very powerful."

"Traditional Chinese medicine? Nonsense! Who allowed you to bring people in casually? It was still the time when I was treating the disease!" The old man had a bad temper.

Song Che was not anxious or angry, and looked at the cooking pot again and said, "Old sir, are you treating this patient's cold disease?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's anger suddenly stopped. He looked at Song Che seriously again, and a trace of splendor flashed in his old eyes.

"It's interesting..." The old man saw that Song Che could actually see his treatment method, and realized that this so-called traditional Chinese medicine is indeed a bit capable.

"Then what are you doing here?" the old man asked.

"I want to ask you about something." Song Che said truthfully.

Facing this old man with a fiery temperament, there is no need to lie, otherwise, when he turns back and reveals his true intentions, it will only increase the old man's disgust and disgust.

"I'm just treating people's injuries. If you want to inquire about things, you should go to the police." The old man said hard, his face a little stinky.

I think that he once thought that Song Che, a Chinese medicine doctor, came here because of his reputation, but he found that this was not the case, so he was inevitably a little unhappy.

Song Che smiled and said, "Some things that even the police may not know, and they are not as well-informed as those of the indigenous people of ** Lake."

The old man frowned, thought for a while, pointed to the pot, and said, "I'm a little tired. Please help me with the rest of my work."
Chapter completed!