Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"How about changing one?" Ji Fufu asked inexplicably.

"Okay!" Qin Jingru took it back without saying a word.

"Mom!" Cao Xiucheng felt numb all over.

"Hehe, this one is not suitable, it's too old. Here, let me give you this." Qin Jingru took out another sandalwood box from her arms, opened it, and placed it in front of the two of them. There was a bracelet inside.

There are two things to pay attention to when it comes to this bracelet. One is the type, the other is the color.

The so-called "type" can be simply described as the more transparent the better, and the closer to the transparency of glass the better, but there must be no impurities inside.

And the “color” is that touch of green. This green is most beautiful in the full circle of imperial green.

It is obvious that Qin Jingru's bracelet has reached the level of imperial green and glass type.

Ji Fufu didn’t know the ins and outs of this, she just thought that the bracelet was extremely beautiful.

"It looks good, right?" Qin Jingru raised her little face.

"It looks good." Ji Fufu nodded frantically.

Cao Xiucheng: ...

Well, I was bought off in an instant.

He didn't really care about these things, as long as Ji Fufu liked them.

Since his mother and his wife got along well, he felt relieved.

At night, the women were chatting in the house.

Outside the courtyard, Cao Wei and Cao Xiucheng sat in the patio, drinking tea and appreciating the moon.

"The moon on the fifteenth is really not as round as the one on the sixteenth." Cao Wei sighed and served his son a cup of tea.

Originally, this task should be done by the younger generation, but Cao Xiucheng was really not very good at making tea, so Cao Wei did it himself.

"Come, eat mooncakes. How do you feel after you go out?" Cao Wei asked.

Cao Xiucheng sighed and smiled bitterly: "You know what, after I got there, there was a moment when I really wanted to stay there."

"It's human nature, so there's no need to take it too seriously."

"Dad, you don't know. The life there is simply beyond my imagination. The medical technology there is so advanced and high-level. You haven't seen it, so you can't understand how shocked I was at that time."

"Go." Cao Wei glared at him. "I haven't even seen it yet. How can I be shocked by your description? This is not what you want to say."

"Yeah." Cao Xiucheng lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

"Have some tea first."

Cao Xiucheng picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said nervously, "Dad, what do you think of Chinese medicine?"

"Why, do you think Chinese medicine is unreliable?" Cao Wei glanced at him.

"No, it's just..."

"You just can't figure out the principle behind it, right?"

"right……"

"You haven't figured out one thing." Cao Wei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for himself: "What is the essence of the so-called medical skills?"

Cao Xiucheng couldn't help but sit up straight.

"The essence of medical skills is treatment, whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, it is the same. Throughout history, the development of Western medicine can be traced. From cutting off the feet for foot pain, it gradually began to change. The reason for the change was the development of science and technology. Gradually, they learned about suturing, blood vessels, nerves, and paralysis. They also went a step further and began to study bacteria and viruses."

"All of this has been gradually improved under the premise of scientific and technological development. It can be said that along the way, they have spent countless experiences and lives to build up medicine. Do you agree with this?"

"Um……"

Medical history is like this. Most of the time, rejection reactions and various immune diseases can only be understood after experiencing and studying them. Beneath these cold data and information, there is life.

"In fact, the medicine here is the same." Cao Wei shrugged. "No matter whether it is Chinese or Western medicine, it is all modern medicine. Just because you can't prove it, you think it is wrong, which is a kind of arrogance. If you take the medicine and the disease is cured, then it is correct."

"Then why do some people drink well and some drink poorly? Isn't there a 100%?"

"So, you need to study this. The spirit of science is not about negation, but about exploration. What you proposed is unscientific, and this itself is not a scientific spirit. You know, many so-called mathematical formulas are based on unproven "conjectures". Many prescriptions in our country are mostly "conjectures". This "conjecture" can be used, but how to use it and how to prove it depends on the efforts of your generation."

Cao Wei said this.

This made Cao Xiucheng stunned.

He never expected that Cao Wei would give such an interpretation.

Yes, "conjecture" has played an extremely important role in human history. For example, many theories of the ten unproven conjectures are based on "conjectures". In other words, if this "conjecture" is proven or disproven, many theories will become truth or be overturned.

But now, Cao Wei told him that Chinese medicine's methods, techniques, and prescriptions were all "guesses."

Such a bold statement made him tremble.

If so, what a fortune that would be.

"You have to understand one thing. Western medicine has only been developed for a few years, and our country's medicine has only been developed for a few years. I'm not saying that all of these prescriptions are reliable, but there must be quite a few that are practical. Moreover, the secrets of the human body may be hidden in these prescriptions, and this requires generations of people to work hard to find."

"Moreover, a great country has its own tolerance. We want what's over there, and we can't lose what's here. If you don't have this kind of heart, what kind of Chinese are you? Since ancient times..."

When Cao Xiucheng heard this, his face darkened: "Dad, don't be so stubborn."

When Cao Xiucheng was a child, Cao Wei's favorite saying was "Since ancient times". Something like "Since ancient times, all under heaven belongs to the king". He wished that the whole world belonged to him.

"Ahem, that's what I mean. I'm glad you understand."

"By the way, how many girlfriends do you have over there?"

"Ah?" Cao Xiucheng was stunned.

"It won't be just one, will it?"

"Dad! I'm not you. Besides, is there any elder like you?!" Cao Xiuchen rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Well, when your father was your age..."

"Stop, Dad, look at the moon, or I'll tell Mom about it."

"Hey, you kid..."

(“As a great country, we have our own tolerance. No matter what kind of medicine it is, as long as it is useful, we should use it. — From an interview with Academician Cao Xiucheng, one of the top ten most influential people in China)