"So, Uncle Lin, that herb cottage is now an empty city, and there is no general inside. I have recruited one, but if anyone who knows the inside story will definitely be surprised that I used her."

"As for business, don't mention it, there is definitely not. I guess Dr. Xu will definitely be unexpected when he comes back."

Qin Lang smiled and said, in fact, he was not sad about Bancaotang's business, but just to pretend to complain in front of Lin Shaoxiong. He felt that he had a different kindness to Lin Shaoxiong, because Lin Shaoxiong always looked at him with kindness.

In Qin Lang's eyes, Bencao Tang is just a plate of side dishes, and he thinks it is easy to play with it. The ancestor's mother-in-law is shocking the ancients and the present, and can make the Yingyue Palace pass on for thousands of years, so Bencao Tang is no problem.

"But it's okay, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, otherwise I'll be too busy to go through the clinic again."

If it weren't for the concerns about Xu Xiwen and Sakurai Ling's emotions, Qin Lang really hoped that the Bencao Tang would be deserted.

"Doctors are kind."

Lin Shaoxiong appreciated Qin Lang a little more: "Qin Lang, it's rare for you."

Qin Lang waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Lin, for your appreciation."

"By the way, Qin Lang, Mr. Xu told me something when he was in seclusion, and I almost forgot to tell you."

Lin Shaoxiong suddenly slapped his head and remembered something, and then took out a piece of paper from the wheelchair mezzanine to Qin Lang: "The five-year Bian Que Cup Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition will be held next Wednesday for each region and county level competition."

He added: "Mr. Xu has signed up for you, and you will remember to participate in the competition at that time."

Qin Lang couldn't help but be stunned: "Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition?"

"What's Mr. Xu doing?

I'm still going to participate in the traditional Chinese medicine competition?"

He was a little amused and hilarious: "I'm not a doctor. I've said that doctors are my side job, oh no, even the side job doesn't count. Besides, it doesn't mean much to me."

Qin Lang's philosophy is that whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it can save people, it is good at medical skills. Therefore, if he has to force himself, he rarely compares medical skills with others.

Now that Doctor Xu suddenly asked Qin Lang to participate in the Bian Que Cup, Qin Lang was completely confused and did not know the purpose.

"Old Mr. Xu said, first, let you see how far you can go, and stimulate your greater interest in medical skills."

Lin Shaoxiong saw Qin Lang's reaction, patted the back of his hand and smiled: "The second is to hope that you can win the championship and give yourself an official title."

"In this way, no one said you became a monk halfway through, and no one said you are not a doctor anymore."

"The Bian Que Cup champion not only has a place in the medical field, but also has the opportunity to become a national treasure talent."

He encouraged Qin Lang: "Qin Lang, I think you can give it a try."

Qin Lang scratched his head: "Uncle Lin, I don't need those false names. I study medicine, and I don't want to give it to others."

Qin Lang is not as good as the divine realm. Many things can be learned without a teacher. Not to mention that traditional Chinese medicine is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestor mother-in-law for thousands of years. Even Western medicine is full of inspiration. To be honest, even if it is Western medicine surgery, Qin Lang dares to take action. However, he is too lazy to do these things now, and he is even more disdainful of those vague and foggy false titles.

"Qin Lang, I know your personality and don't need those things to decorate yourself."

Lin Shaoxiong smiled and still advised slowly: "But this person is inseparable from various interpersonal relationships in life, and some false names can avoid a lot of trouble."

"Besides, even if you are not interested in those false names, if you become the champion of the Bian Que Cup, Bencao Tang will become a hit in one go, so don't worry about the source of customers."

"There is another point. Mr. Xu hopes that you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine in the future, so that he will not regret it in a hundred years."

"And inheritance cannot be separated from authoritative and official recognition."

He added in a calm tone: "I think this is one of the reasons why he arranged for you to participate in the Bian Que Cup."

Qin Lang felt a little moved: "Uncle Lin, you and Mr. Xu want me to gilt."

He vaguely felt that whether it was taking over Bencaotang or participating in Bianque Cup, he had the intention to make himself emerge.

“Golding is also a manifestation of ability.”

Lin Shaoxiong crushed Qin Lang for the last bit of hesitation: "I think your parents should be very happy to see you become famous."

"All right!"

Qin Lang exhaled a long breath, picked up the registration receipt and glanced at it: "I'll join in the fun when I'm here."

Qin Lang didn't mind becoming a versatile player.

"Hahaha, good boy, go to the Great Buddha Temple."

Lin Shaoxiong looked relieved: "I want Buddha to bless you to win the championship smoothly."

Half an hour later, at the Great Buddha Temple, Lin Shaoxiong finished incense and asked Qin Lang to help him give money for incense and oil, while he was waiting outside.

As soon as Lin Shaoxiong came out of the sandalwood smoke, he vibrated his cell phone.

He put on Bluetooth headphones and soon the voice of Doctor Xu came from: "Xiaolin, did Qin Lang agree to participate in the Bian Que Cup?"

"He was not interested at first, and I persuaded him to agree."

The Bian Que Cup, which is once every five years, is not only a grand event in the traditional Chinese medicine industry in China, but also attracts the attention of the entire China. Both the people and the officials will highly recognize it.

The value is no less than that of an academician.

"good."

Doctor Xu's voice was like the wind blowing through the wastelands of the northern country: "There are successors to the Chinese medical field..."

After raising the incense, Qin Lang pushed Lin Shaoxiong down the mountain.

However, this time there was no return as usual, Lin Shaoxiong asked Qin Lang to follow the crowd down the mountain from the main road.

It was almost noon, and a small group of people who had finished the morning fragrance began to go down the mountain, taking photos, chatting and laughing, and the journey was very lively.

Qin Lang and Lin Shaoxiong felt the breath of fireworks and were in unprecedented joy.

"Wow----"

But when the two were halfway through, they suddenly heard shrill crying coming from behind, getting louder and closer.

Qin Lang subconsciously turned his head and looked over, seeing a family of five coming down from the mountain.

Two old men, a young couple, and a baby of several months.

The two old men looked cold, the young husband looked impatient, and the mother was full of anxiety, constantly coaxing the baby in her arms.

However, although the young mother tried her best to comfort the child and stuffed her a warm bottle, the baby kept vomiting out and her crying was always shrill and creepy.

Lin Shaoxiong frowned slightly: "Is this crying so badly, right?"

The crying sound is no less than a knife stabbing into the pig's throat.

Not only did Qin Lang and the others think so, but the other tourists also look at the big guy one by one.

Seeing everyone curiously scrutinizing them, the mother-in-law in red dress raised her face and slapped her daughter-in-law: "No useless things can be coaxed by a child, so we can eat our rice for nothing."

She looked at the baby girl with disgust: "Shut up, or throw her away."

The bald father-in-law also snorted: "Forget it if you eat rice for free, having a baby and having a girl is simply a sin in his previous life."

"My mom and dad, please tell me less."

The young husband stopped his parents from sarcasm, but then shouted at his wife: "Don't you let the child shut up?"

Do you want the whole world to see our Zhang family jokes?"

The young mother almost fell down after being beaten, with a few fingerprints on her face, but she did not resist.

She just kept shaking the child, hoping that the child could stop crying.

Obviously, I have been obedient for a long time.

Seeing this scene, several tourists frowned slightly on the way, and several mothers were even more angry. If they were not pulled by their families, they would stand up and say justice.

"Go away, go away."

The mother-in-law in red pushed her daughter-in-law: "It's embarrassing."

The family keep moving forward.
Chapter completed!