Chapter 82 (1/2)

I saw a green grass on the white paper, with light purple flowers, brown roots and even root whiskers.

A circle is drawn on one side. In the circle is a close-up of the part used by this herbal medicine, as well as the appearance of making traditional Chinese medicine.

The correct handwriting on the side reads the name, nature, taste, meridian return and main effects of this grass.

”Sister-in-law, you have written so well that you can publish a book.” Guo Er exclaimed.

”I think so, too.” Guo Xiang smiles.

She read a lot of Ji Changlin's medical books, but few books now have such pictures and texts. Even if there are, they are very simple and black-and-white. If you can't identify medicinal materials well in nature.

Just like the one painted now, it is a purple flower, but if it is not colored, it doesn't know whether it is red or yellow, pink or blue. It's too intuitive.

So the last time she went to collect herbs, she recognized some herbs after a long time. It was too inconvenient.

She will publish such a Atlas of Chinese herbal medicine, which will be much more convenient for people to learn in the future.

The next day, Guo Xiang showed Ji Changlin the pages she had drawn. He was very surprised.

Can't you imagine that your apprentice still has this ability?

”Good, very good!” Ji Changlin nodded again and again, ”you are doing a great thing, a great good thing. If this is successful, it can even be used as a teaching material for the College of traditional Chinese medicine in the future!”

Guo Xiang stared. She didn't expect this. Can she still be a textbook? She doesn't dare to think. Isn't she qualified?

”I haven't even got the qualification certificate of traditional Chinese medicine. How can I be qualified?” Guo Xiangqian said modestly.

”It's not urgent. If you want to do a good job in this book, you have to go up the mountain to observe more. Some herbs will bear fruit and use fruit. You have to write this. It will take a lot of time. ” Ji Changlin said.

”Yes.” Guo Xiang didn't think of this. She now paints herbs in summer. Although it goes without saying that they are painted in spring, summer, autumn and winter, they still need fruits. Some only fruits have medicinal value.

”When you are free, you can also go to boss le. He has a lot of medicine. You can refer to it.” Ji Changlin added.

”Yes!” Guo Xiang nodded, ”but there are so many drugs. When can I finish painting?”

”Don't want to be fat at one go.” Ji Changlin glanced at her. ”You can draw a book first, such as 100 cases of commonly used Chinese herbal medicines, and then draw others slowly. In addition to Chinese herbal medicines, there are many minerals that can also be used as medicine, as well as animals and insects, with countless varieties.”

Yes, I didn't expect it. I just wanted to draw plants. There are too many things that can be used as medicine.

What I think is still a little incomplete.

”Master, when I finish this painting, attach your name. I can't finish this book alone.” Guo Xiang said.

There are still many things you don't understand to ask Ji Changlin.

Ji Changlin was not modest this time. He nodded and said yes.

He doesn't want to take advantage of Guo Xiang, but it's not easy to publish it. It's too difficult for unknown little people like Guo Xiang to write medical books, not to mention it's almost impossible to make teaching materials, so he can only take advantage of his own potential and lift her.

There were no patients in the morning. Guo Xiang put the letter he wrote last night in the mailbox of the village committee. When he came back, he practiced acupuncture and began to draw her atlas of Chinese herbal medicine.

It is drawing that someone came to see a doctor. It is a young man in his twenties holding a middle-aged woman in her forties.

Guo Xiang quickly put away the manual and left the table empty.

”Are you Dr. Ji?” When the young man saw Ji Changlin, he shouted. He was not from his village, but from other villages.

Dr. Ji nodded and pointed to the chair beside the table, ”sit down!”

The middle-aged woman sat down with her hands on her head, looking weak.

”What's wrong?” Asked Dr. Ji.

”Dizzy, dizzy, can't walk.” Said the middle-aged woman.

”How long has it been like this?” Dr. Ji asked, gesturing to the middle-aged woman to put her hand on the pulse pillow.