After Li Long left, Liang Wenyu asked Liang Donglou:
"Dad, you just gave him that notebook?"
"What do you mean, gave it to him? Didn't I tell him to take it home and copy it?" Liang Donglou glared at his son. "Besides, you won't learn, so I might as well let him read it. At least it might do some good."
Liang Wenyu knew perfectly well how precious that notebook was. It contained effective remedies and experience Liang Donglou had accumulated ever since he began studying medicine.
But asking him to learn was another matter. He wouldn't. When he was little, Liang Donglou had made him memorize the Song of Herbal Formulas, but Liang Wenyu had given up after a few days, clamoring to go to school with the other children.
And that had been the end of it.
Liang Donglou hadn't forced his child to study medicine, though he occasionally lamented that there was no one to carry on his medical knowledge.
Fortunately, after Li Jianguo married Liang Yuemei, he had studied under him for a while and even worked as a barefoot doctor for a time.
But later, Li Jianguo had children of his own. As the number of children grew, the time he spent studying medicine dwindled.
After failing twice to pass on his medical knowledge, Liang Donglou had grown somewhat discouraged and stopped insisting.
Today, Li Long had come specifically to seek his advice, so he had simply brought out the notebook and let him copy it.
Even if only one or two of its prescriptions were passed on and proved useful, that would be enough.
Of course, he also knew that Li Long wasn't cut out to study traditional Chinese medicine. His mind was too restless; he couldn't settle down.
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