At noon, Zhao Yang ate a large bowl of fragrant braised leopard meat rice bowl.

Half a pound of meat was covered with a large white bowl of rice, and the particularly strong fragrance made people feel salivation and endless appetite at first glance.

Many of the children sitting near Zhaoyang were attracted by the fragrance, and some people went to the canteen window to ask if there was any new dish today.

But after hearing that the incoming materials were processed, they all bulged their eyes. A native of the foreign city actually ate incoming materials to process them?

And if you don’t go to the second floor for processing materials, what are you installing here?

Zhao Yang naturally did not expect that he would be scolded to eat in the canteen in a low-key manner and not go to the canteen.

At this moment, he had no time to pay attention, anyway, he had paid all the money.

As the big bowl of leopard meat was eaten, Zhao Yang breathed a long sigh.

He could clearly sense a faint heat that began to rise from his lower abdomen and gradually spread throughout his body, making his whole body slightly warm and comfortable.

During supper, it was not so arrogant.

Half of the meat is added with chili to make a fried pork rice bowl, and the other two taels are made into a broth.

"Here!"

Zhao Yang held two bowls of broth and pushed one of them to Luo Xun opposite him.

"Well?"

Looking at the fragrant broth with a few large pieces of meat at the bottom of the bowl, Luo Xun was stunned and looked up at Zhao Yang opposite him.

"Eat it, the instructor and I gave me a hundred kilograms of leopard meat, which I can't finish. And you need to make up for it more and improve your physical fitness as soon as possible!"

Zhao Yang looked at the little eyes behind the thick lenses and said seriously.

Luo Xun bit his lips tightly, looked at Zhao Yang opposite him steadily, looked at the concern and warmth in his pupils, and slowly lowered his head.

He sniffed gently, and after a while, he raised his head, nodded vigorously, and said, "Thank you!"

"You are welcome!"

Seeing Luo Xun take it, Zhao Yang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Xun's physique is very average, and it can even be said to be a little bad, so he can only slowly warm and nourish the soup. This bowl of broth should be enough for him to absorb it.

Zhao Yang's house is also having dinner now.

Although Zhao Yang was not at home, today's dinner was still a little more hearty.

"Oh, why do you cook so many dishes?"

Father Zhao looked at his wife with some angriness and said.

"I'm happy today, and the chicken will be broken if I don't finish it. There are so many meats. Even if Xiaoyang is not at home, we will have to eat it!"

Zhao's mother happily served a bowl of chicken soup for her son opposite her, and then served another bowl for Zhao's father, saying, "It's finally done!"

"Oh... Xiaoyang just got me a letter of recommendation, and I'll go to the test tomorrow!" Looking at my wife's excited appearance, Zhao's father said with some reservations.

"After getting the recommendation letter, it's basically no big problem. I have confidence in you, but you don't have confidence in yourself!"

Zhao's mother looked at her radiant husband with admiration, as if she saw him, who was full of energy back then.

"Oh, there are still minors here. Can you restrain yourself?" Zhao Guang next to him looked at the affectionate two people helplessly and sighed.

But as soon as he said this, I got a chopstick on my head.

"Why can't you block your mouth if you eat something?"

After dinner, Zhao's father walked into the room and dragged out an old wooden box from under the bed.

I opened the box carefully, looked at the objects inside, and reached out to touch them one by one, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I thought I wouldn't use you anymore... in the future!"

Zhao's father carefully took out the stethoscope inside, wiped it finely with a soft cloth, and slowly wiped away the slightest rust in his eyes. However, a drop of hot tears fell on the stethoscope, rippling a slight stream of light.

He reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and put the cleaned stethoscope back into the box.

Then he picked up a small silver-white ancient box inside and opened it carefully. There were dozens of silver needles, both long and short, large and small, on the yellow white cloth inside.

Looking at the silver needles, Zhao's father's hand trembled slightly, and tears in his eyes rolled down.

The century-old Zhao family, great-grandfather, gradually became famous with this box of silver needles, and then gained a foothold in the many medical centers.

In the next decades, Western medicine was the leader, and Zhao's family was able to stand out from the gradually declining traditional Chinese medicine doctors and stand firm in Xingcheng with this unique silver needle technique.

Drops of hot tears fell into the needle box and on the silver needles.

Tears rolled and penetrated among the stacks of silver needles, causing a faint light to appear above the silver needles to flow, wandering and flowing, but no one noticed it.

Only on the wall of the room, a mark seemed to be triggered by the flowing light. At this moment, it was emitting a slight golden light, pulling and rolling with the flowing light, and finally sprinkling behind the silver needle, making the silver needle flowing light slightly stronger.

"Old Zhao, what else should I do?"

The voice of Zhao's mother came from outside the door. Zhao's father quickly reached out to wipe his tears, covered the silver needle in his hand, got up and smiled and said, "I'm cleaning up the things!"

"Oh...Prepare the fragrance left by Xiaoyang, Xiaoguang and I will come over immediately!"

"Okay!"

While putting the silver needle box, Zhao's father took out another box from the head of the bed and replied with a smile: "The effect of this fragrance seems to be really good. I ordered one yesterday. Not only did I sleep well, but I also felt that I was quite energetic today!"

"That's right, don't think about who did it? This is your son, a dignified awakened person!" Zhao's mother said proudly.

"Oh, whisper, whisper, whisper, or are you afraid that others won't know?" Zhao's father quickly reminded.

"Oh, I know, I know!"

Zhao's mother and Zhao Guang walked into the room. Zhao's mother pointed to the small table next to her and said, "Xiaoguang, you just happened to be doing your homework here. I'll knit sweaters. Lao Zhao, just read a book!"

While talking, Zhao's mother closed the door and windows tightly, and said to Zhao's father, "Have you done it?"

"That's good!"

Father Zhao opened the box in his hand, and there were a few thin incense sticks lying inside.

Carefully pulled out one from the inside, then lit it with a match, inserted the incense inserted in the middle of the house, watching the faint smoke begin to rise, and then sat back on the head of the bed.

"It smells so good!"

"Yes, it's so comfortable to smell..."

Zhao Guang, who was doing homework at the desk, took a few breaths lightly. He smelled the faint fragrance and felt that his head became much clearer in an instant.

Looking at the title on the notebook, my eyes became more and more focused, and I gradually started writing like a god...

Zhao's father reached out to pick up the silver needle box placed at the head of the bed, and sighed and opened it. He reached out to take out the silver needles inside one by one and carefully checked it.

This is the silver needle that Zhao has passed on for hundreds of years. He has used it in his hands for many years. He has not taken it out for several years. He dare not cause any damage.

When Zhao's father took the silver needle and walked to the window, he looked and wiped it carefully with emotion. The flowing light on the silver needle gradually became consistent with him as his fingers wiped...

Early the next morning, Zhao's father changed into a dress that had been carefully ironed by Zhao's mother yesterday, and took the letter of introduction to the same hall in the south city.

The same hall is one of the most private clinics or private hospitals in Johor Bahru.

The boss Tang Cuisheng not only has great medical skills but also has a high reputation, but also serves as deputy director and standing committee member of the Johor Bahru Medical Committee.

If you can get this recognition, this doctor's certificate will naturally not be a big problem.

Walking along the way, I looked at the scenery on both sides, the endless mule carts, bicycles, steam buses, and many ragged beggars on both sides.

Zhao's father also sighed. Although he had been recovering for almost a month, he had been paralyzed shortly after the catastrophe.

The huge Johor Bahru city has changed completely in recent years, from a mountainous city to a large city with a population of one million.

I have been familiar with Xicheng this month, and I have only been to the Nancheng once.

Seeing these scenes at this moment, I was quite amazed.

In recent years, he has been unable to move in bed, and his wife has almost all supported the family alone. Although he knows that it is quite difficult.

But only when I look at the beggars who are carrying their children, I can truly feel the suffering of my wife in recent years.

"Don't worry, Yuping, I will definitely get the doctor's certificate as soon as possible, at least I won't drag you and the child down again!"

He gritted his teeth secretly, and his father Zhao strode towards the same sign that had already emerged in front of him.
Chapter completed!