I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 411 - 170: No Western Regions of the Mighty Han, No Northern Deserts of the Flourishing Tang, No Yunnan-Guizhou of the Great Ming (Part 2)
"Old Mr. Ji?"
Ji Yongfeng beamed with a smile: "It really is Dr. Lu!"
"How has Old Mr. Ji been feeling lately?"
"Not bad. You see, I had a bit of free time this afternoon, so I came out to climb the mountain alone. If I weren’t feeling well, I wouldn’t have been able to make it," Ji Yongfeng said cheerfully.
"Let me check your pulse again."
"Sure."
Ji Yongfeng naturally wouldn’t refuse, knowing Lu Xuan’s skills. Even though he felt fine, who knew if there were hidden health issues? He was still grateful for consulting Lu Xuan last time; otherwise, it might have been dangerous.
A stroke can be deadly for people his age.
The two of them promptly found a spot to sit down, and Lu Xuan took Ji Yongfeng’s pulse.
"How is it?" Ji Yongfeng asked.
Lu Xuan looked up and smiled, "It’s alright. Nothing major, just maintain your current lifestyle. However, if you ever feel unwell, make sure to seek medical help promptly to prevent any serious issues."
"Good to hear."
Ji Yongfeng breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Rest assured, Dr. Lu. The older you get, the more you fear death. After what happened last time, I’m very cautious now."
"Don’t let everything weigh on your mind. People can easily get tired and become more prone to illness. Overthinking can lead to stress."
Ji Yongfeng nodded, pondered for a moment, then said, "Dr. Lu, I have a relative who’s recently not been feeling well. Although he’s improved a lot after treatment, he’s still a bit weak. I wanted him to consult you, but he refused. I was thinking, would it be possible for Dr. Lu to come to my place to take a look at him?"
"What’s the situation?"
"Heart attack."
Ji Yongfeng said, "He’s very stubborn. I argued with him about this yesterday. He said the doctor who treated him is excellent, and he’s already feeling better after taking medication, so there’s no need to switch doctors. I thought, how could there be a doctor better than Dr. Lu?"
"You’re too kind, Old Mr. Ji. Our country is vast and full of talented individuals. There are many doctors more skilled than I am," Lu Xuan responded humbly.
Ji Yongfeng said nothing, but disbelief was written all over his face. Although he didn’t know much about the field, he knew it would be difficult to find more than a handful of doctors nationwide who are more skilled than Lu Xuan. Saying there are many is just Lu Xuan being humble.
"But since Old Mr. Ji has said so, just let me know the time and address when you’ve convinced your relative. I’ll drop by when I’m free. But first, you need to persuade your relative; otherwise, it’ll be awkward for everyone if I go and he doesn’t want me to see him, right?"
"Don’t worry about this, Dr. Lu. I’ll make sure to convince him before arranging a time with you," Ji Yongfeng assured immediately.
Lu Xuan agreed, chatted a bit more with Ji Yongfeng, and at that moment, his phone suddenly rang. Seeing it was Ji Xiuwen calling, he answered it.
"Lu Xuan, why haven’t you come up yet? We’re all here eating the fruit platter Sister Cheng brought."
"I’ll be there soon. I ran into someone I know on the platform halfway up and had a chat."
"Alright, we’re waiting for you. If you don’t come, I’ll finish everything myself."
After hanging up, Lu Xuan turned to Ji Yongfeng, "Old Mr. Ji, want to come up with me?"
"No, I just came down from there. I’ll sit here for a while before heading back."
"Then take care."
...
Lu Xuan arrived at the mountaintop, where there were evidently more people than halfway up, and right in front was Baoguo Temple. Among the verdant trees, the unique aesthetic of ancient wooden architecture was on display.
The towering pavilions of Baoguo Temple are nestled among the layers of hills in the northern suburbs of Yong City, rising and falling along the mountain’s contours. Its original name was Lingshan Temple, founded in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and renamed Baoguo Temple by Emperor Xizong of the Tang Dynasty.
Upon arriving in Yong City, Lu Xuan heard frequent mentions of Baoguo Temple from people at the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and had researched some information about it. He had thought of visiting when free, but hadn’t found the time until now.
At this moment, Ji Xiuwen also spotted Lu Xuan coming up and waved from afar, "Lu Xuan, over here."
Following the voice, Lu Xuan saw Ji Xiuwen and the others at the entrance of the Celestial King Hall of Baoguo Temple.
"Lu Xuan, hurry up. We’ve been waiting for you to go in together," Ji Xiuwen called out.
Lu Xuan jogged over to the group, and several of them directly entered the Celestial King Hall.
Although Ji Xiuwen was from Yong City, he was from a lower county town and had never visited Baoguo Temple before. Once inside, he curiously looked around and exclaimed, "This temple, built during the Tang Dynasty, is so well-preserved, and the structure is impressive. It’s hard to imagine craftsmen from back then could create such a temple."
"I keep telling you to read more, but you wouldn’t listen. This was built during the Northern Song period," Lu Xuan said exasperatedly. "The original temple was destroyed during the anti-Buddhist campaign under Emperor Wuzong of Tang. The existing Northern Song hall was built in 1013 AD, and is a genuine Northern Song wooden structure. The ceiling is intricately carved; the brackets interlock, and the entire Celestial King Hall was constructed without nails.
Its unique architectural technique is a masterpiece, serving as a precious example of Song Dynasty architecture. It’s also the oldest and most well-preserved wooden architectural relic in the southern regions of China, advanced and representative of Eastern architectural styles, lauded as an ’architectural treasure, ingenious creation.’
To be so well-preserved in the humid and rainy Jiangnan region is indeed a stroke of fortune from the heavens."
Gazing at the ancient architecture, Lu Xuan seemed to comprehend the exploration of house construction by craftsmen of the Song Dynasty, touching upon the ingenuity and creativity of the ancients from a millennium ago.
