Chapter 444: Drunken Guan Gong appears, the sadness of traditional Chinese medicine reappears!

"Wow! I thought the lion dance was the climax of the day, but who would have thought it was just the beginning!"

"Hundreds of people beat the majestic Taiping drums, which is very rare on TV!"

"Even if you are seeing off a local official, you can't make such a big scene..."

"Awesome! This is really a face-lift for our hospital. We must shoot a video and let our colleagues in the hospital see it..."

When the Taiping drum formation of hundreds of people gradually took shape on the road ahead, pushing the grand farewell ceremony to what everyone thought was the climax.

The medical staff of other departments of the Central Hospital Medical Team were more excited than Lin Yi, the person involved.

Even as Lin Yi's colleagues, everyone felt extremely honored and proud to participate in this grand ceremony.

In today's world where medical disputes are getting more and more serious, and in modern times where patients' misunderstandings of doctors are getting worse and worse, we can still meet such lovely villagers and respect their patients so much from the bottom of their hearts. This is the greatest affirmation of our medical profession...

Of course!

All the medical staff also knew that Lin Yi played a key role in gaining such precious respect.

This also made everyone secretly angry. As doctors, Lin Yi could do this, and they were not lacking in limbs, so why couldn't they do this?

Even if they didn't get such exaggerated respect as Lin Yi when they left.

As long as there was affirmation from the villagers and heartfelt gratitude, the doctors would be satisfied.

After all, everyone was an ordinary medical staff. Compared with a real monster like Lin Yi, it was boring.

As long as they lowered their expectations a little, they would also live very happily...

"Lion dance, Taiping drum... What are the villagers doing?"

"Will there be more drunkenness later..."

"Can Lin Yi really bear such a heavy courtesy? This is the rhythm of welcoming and sending off the saint..."

Looking at the Taiping drum performance on the field, the horror in Dean Zang's eyes became more and more severe, and his lips trembled and muttered.

A terrible guess gradually took shape in his mind.

"What the hell is this? Elder Zang, please explain it more clearly."

"What saint? What is this? Elder Zang, please stop breathing so hard..."

Hearing Dean Zang's mumbling, Director Liang was shocked and hurriedly asked him to explain.

What era is this? Dean Zang can still say something like saint for no reason.

This is really not something a doctor who believes in materialism can say...

"The normal rules for performing community fire in Shishan Town are to perform a small performance every three years and a big performance every five years, and then decide whether to start a super-large performance every ten years based on various situations in the village."

"Each level of performance corresponds to the corresponding scale and form."

"Just like now, the form of lion dance and Taiping drum appearing at the same time has fully met the requirements of a big performance every five years."

"But at this time, whether from the exquisiteness of the costumes or the huge number of people, it has obviously exceeded the requirements of a big performance every five years. This is the rhythm of starting a super-large performance!"

"The key is that Shishan Town has not started it again in the past thirty years..."

The more Dean Zang explained, the more incredible it felt. With his life experience of more than sixty years, he had only seen super-large community fire performances twice in his hometown.

Every time, it was an important year or a year of harvest. It was not common to perform community fire to send off distinguished guests on such an inappropriate day.

What's more, it was necessary to use this most noble performance form that was rarely seen in decades.

It can be seen that Lin Yi has reached the level of deification in the minds of the villagers...

"I understand what Mr. Zang said."

"That is to say, the villagers completely trust Lin Yi and send him off as the most distinguished guest."

"But this has nothing to do with the saint you mentioned, right?"

Due to the different living environments, Director Liang still did not have a deep sense of identity with the great ceremony that Dean Zang mentioned.

He was thinking about what the other party meant by the saint.

Even if Lin Yi's medical technology is more amazing and he considers patients more when seeing a doctor, he is not as good as those saints as he imagined...

"Here they come..."

Dean Zang pointed to the group of actors who appeared again behind the Taiping drum formation, wearing costumes and stilts, and dressed up as opera singers. Their faces flushed and their lips trembled even more.

"The leader is still the drunk Guan Gong!"

"This is the most top-notch performance lineup in Shishan Town..."

The appearance of the drunk Guan Gong made Dean Zang completely unable to remain calm.

Even though Director Liang beside him stopped asking questions, Dean Zang still turned into the most excited commentator, turned up the volume, and explained to Director Liang and the surrounding medical team...

"You can see the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in the drunk Guan Gong's hand. This is the Guan Gong Guan Erye we are most familiar with."

"Master Guan is also the highest-level martial saint worshipped by the surrounding villages of Shishan Town."

"No matter when, as long as the drunk Guan Gong is invited out, it will be the grandest festival in Shishan Town, without a doubt..."

"Whether they are businessmen, workers or students, they are all proud that the drunk Guan Gong can pass by them..."

As if echoing Dean Zang's explanation, as the drunk Guan Gong appeared, villagers from all directions in the countless alleys around began to gather like a tide with the bus as the center.

But everyone was obviously told to only crowd around the periphery and did not dare to cross the boundary line formed by the flag bearer at all...

"Dean Zang, we all know Guan Gong."

"But you always emphasize that it is drunk Guan Gong. Is there any special reason for this..."

From books or various film and television works, the image of Guan Gong, Guan Erye, has long been engraved in the genes of the Chinese people.

Loyal and courageous, in Cao's camp but with a heart for Han, etc., when it comes to this recognized martial saint, everyone will have their own different understanding.

But the drunk Guan Gong that Dean Zang repeatedly emphasized, no one has ever heard of it.

What exactly is the difference between them? This completely aroused everyone's curiosity...

"Alas... As a native of Long Province, it is a pity that I don't know the intangible cultural heritage of my province, the Drunken Guan Gong, in terms of cultural inheritance!"

Looking at the performer who was about to approach them, Dean Zang sighed in his heart and could only feel sad in his heart.

The performance of the Drunken Guan Gong is very similar to the traditional Chinese medicine he is engaged in.

If it does not receive the real attention of the whole people, one day it will be buried in the long river of history.

"What is the Drunken Guan Gong?"

"Haha... Everyone will see it soon..."

Dean Zang pointed at the performer who was getting closer and closer, and his heart became more and more sad...