"Yes." Cui Desun took out a business card and handed it over, and then he had to pay.

"No, no, no, you don't need to pay." The driver shook his head quickly and said that he would not charge Cui Deshun's money. In this country, Chinese medicine is one of the most prestigious professions, and even lawyers are far from comparable to them.

After all, this is their unique profession in Korea, and it is also a profession that proves the unique culture of Korea.

After walking to the Dahanmen Building, Cui De-sun looked up at the building that needed to be looked up. It was hard to believe that this building that was more than 100 stories high was built thirty years ago. This shows how supportive the local government of Seoul has for the Han medicine and the Dahanmen Temple.

A sense of pride also surged in his heart. What if there is one or two masters? After all, the foundation of so many years is there.

But they can really compare with Chinese medicine? Is there a building that belongs to their Chinese medicine doctors in such a huge China? I'm afraid that even half the height of this building can't be found?

What's more, in their Republic of Korea, there are more than ten such Chinese medical buildings across the country.

When he walked into the building, a group of staff greeted him one after another. In the Dahan Sect, he was also a very experienced and capable old man, and he could speak a lot of things.

When he walked into the elevator, he went directly to the highest floor, then walked all the way to the door of an office at the end, reached out and knocked on the door, and said respectfully: "Teacher, I am Deshun, I come to visit you if you have something to do."

"Come in." A somewhat old voice came from inside.

After getting permission, Cui Desun carefully pushed open the office door and walked in. The office was very active, but it didn't look like an office at all, but it looked like a library.

After entering the door, rows of bookcases were placed on both sides of the left and right sides, and the bookcases were filled with various dense medical books, many of which looked quite old and perhaps they were the last lonely book in the world.

After seeing these medical procedures, Cui Deshun was also very impressed. The medical books here have already collected all medical books from Chinese medicine, and also collected a lot of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine and even Japanese traditional Chinese medicine, totaling more than 3,600 books.

The old man in front of him had read all these books ten years ago.

There is no desk in the office, only a classic handmade wooden table. Sitting in front of the table is an old man with white hair and beards. The skin on his thin face is wrinkled. The moment people see him, they only think of one thing.

coffin.

This terrible old man has a pair of bright and pure eyes. It is said that eyes are the windows of the soul. If you just look at the eyes, no one will believe that this is an old man who is a century old and will only think that this is like a newborn baby.

He is Kim Jong An, who is praised by Koreans as the contemporary medical saint. After he left the army at the age of 25, he swept through various Han doctors from South Korea and then challenged the Han sect, which is his mentor four years later, and he turned into the youngest leader of the Han sect in history.

In the next eighty-year period, the position of the leader of the Han sect has never changed. Every year, challengers try to challenge him, but no one has ever succeeded. Among all Chinese medicine practitioners, he is a well-deserved legend, and even several Korean presidents are polite to him.

In the minds of the Korean people, he is already a god-like existence. If you want to say how powerful his medical skills are? Can you live to be 110 years old, and be able to drive and play golf, isn’t this a problem? Even if he says he can live to be 200 years old, no Korean will doubt it.

At this moment, the old man was drawing on the table, holding a brush in his hand and practicing calligraphy. His font was marked regular script, which was not particularly outstanding, but it was extremely upright, straightforward and in line with the rules, just like his personality.

No wonder there is a saying that is good, and his writing is like a person. However, he can still write so steadily at the age of 100, which is far better than most middle-aged men, and it is enough to see how many physical conditions he is.

Of course, it is also related to his study of medicine. Chinese medicine originated from traditional Chinese medicine, and acupuncture is a compulsory course. He has been holding needles for many years, so now he can naturally hold a pen.

Seeing the old man sitting in front of the table practicing calligraphy, the arrogant Cui De-sun dared not say anything at all. He stood in front of the table and closed his hands and waited silently, because he knew the old man's personality and did everything he did. He would not end if he didn't concentrate. Once the president visited his house, he would cool the president for three hours because he was busy treating his illness. Later, it was rumored to be a good talk, which was not only praise for the president's courtesy, but also praised his seriousness.

After waiting for an hour, the old man finished writing the piece of paper. The paper was full of Korean words. The old man asked, "Deshun, what do you think?"

After a few glances, Cui Deshun looked at him and was like a primary school student who was named by the teacher to answer questions. He replied respectfully: "After the teacher's improvement, the medicine is naturally better, and the harm to the human body is smaller. Although it requires more time to take it, there is a saying in Chinese doctors that illness comes like a mountain and goes like a thread. When the patient's lung problems have reached, you don't have to care about the time when you need to use Qingfeng prescription to treat it."

The old man finally had a smile on his face and said, "It took two months to constantly change from thousands of medicinal herbs to change, and finally some gains are made. Our people in the Republic of Korea can be less tortured by illness."

"With a teacher here, that is a blessing for all Koreans." Cui Desun sighed sincerely.

"Indeed." The old man accepted the praise from his students and nodded, "As a member of the Han sect and a member of the Han doctor, you should continue to work hard, otherwise our Han doctors will decline from prosperity."

Seeing that there was a bit of worry on his teacher's face, Cui Deshun was a little surprised, and he went from prosperity to decline. How could it be? You should know that the most respected profession in this country is the Chinese doctor. How many young people want to become Chinese doctors, but they were rejected because they didn't have that talent.

He believed that South Korea had declined, but it was difficult for him to believe that Han medicine had declined.

"You may not be very clear. The five Han hospitals opened by our Dahanmen in Italy were ordered to be closed by the local health department three days ago. Other branch hospitals in Europe are also very unsatisfactory. If this continues, when will the Han doctors be promoted all over the world? Although our Republic of Korea is great, the place is still too small after all. Han doctors cannot perform their fists and even have to accept the cultural invasion of Western medicine. It is really a shame for all Chinese doctors in our generation." The old man's face became a little more angry.

This man's pride comes from his bones. From the moment he learned Chinese medicine, he believed that Chinese medicine should be popular all over the world, rather than being unable to conquer the entire Korean market.

But there was a smile on Cui Desun's face, and he smiled and said, "The students came for this."

"Oh?" Kim Jong An glanced at his disciple, and his tone became more surprised.
Chapter completed!