But in fact, this statement is very vague, just like officials in ancient times were also called "parent officials".
It should be said that Xu Guangling's study of medicine was purely accidental. An old man changed the content of his life to a certain extent.
But has the path of life changed as a result?
Xu Guangling didn't know.
Studying medicine does not mean practicing medicine, and even if you practice medicine, there are many different types of medicine.
Seeing a few patients a day is called practicing medicine, seeing a few patients a week is called practicing medicine, seeing a few patients a month is called practicing medicine, seeing a few patients a year is called practicing medicine, and seeing only a few patients in a lifetime is also called practicing medicine.
It’s still called medicine.
Which one will Xu Guangling be in the future?
He himself doesn't know yet, and he doesn't even think that far ahead.
But at this time, completely beyond his expectation, the teacher handed him such a patient. When the matter came to pass, it was useless to think about anything. The only thing Xu Guangling could do was to "do his best".
Just words.
Try your best to be worthy of the old man’s unreserved teaching and cultivation.
I tried my best to verify that what I have learned during this period is really worthwhile or is it just a show.
Do your best for a life that is just in its prime.
The little girl who had a lifeless look when they first met left her with lively eyes and full of longing. At this point, Xu Guangling felt that if this little girl could not be cured, it would be cruel to her.
For him, it was also cruel. He may never forget that look in his eyes.
So the old man gave him more than just one patient.
It is a burden that cannot be heavier.
Even though his shoulders were still very weak, Xu Guangling actually had no other choice.
Take it upon yourself!
In the end, these three words replaced everything, and Xu Guangling fell into a deep sleep.
Going to bed around ten o'clock in the evening, and then waking up around one o'clock in the night, is Xu Guangling's regular routine during this period. After waking up, having a hearty meal is also a necessary procedure.
After a few days, today after dinner, Xu Guangling went to the park again.
I haven’t been here for several days, um, at night. The park is familiar yet a little bit strange.
Especially when the "eye of heaven" vision is turned on.
The fog that permeated the entire park, including the back mountain, was less than the previous few days! This made Xu Guangling basically certain that there might be other reasons for the decrease in fog, but at the same time, the change of seasons was also one of the reasons.
Spring is born, summer is long, autumn is harvested and winter is stored.
Winter storage.
In winter, the vitality of the trees shrinks to a certain extent, and the fog that comes from nowhere also shrinks?
Xu Guangling now even wants to take a look at the north and south of the country, and go to the north outside the Great Wall to see if there is fog on the trees there. If there is, what is its concentration in this season? Then there is the south, where there is not much "winter"
What are the trees in the south of this concept like?
But of course this little idea cannot be realized for the time being.
But it doesn't really matter.
"Charge" the eleven bead strings brought in the bag, ten of which belong to the two old people, and only one was prepared for Chen Zhihe for the time being, but Xu Guangling did not charge it himself.
Xu Guangling needed this mist very much, and it greatly promoted his practice of Fuxi Jue, but he was not a greedy person.
If he continues to absorb it, not only the leaves of the trees in the park may have withered early, but some of them may even die. And this, in Xu Guangling's opinion, is considered over.
Although they are not living beings, they are still considered life.
Whether it's pedantic, stupid, or hypocritical, in short, Xu Guangling would not do this unless it was absolutely necessary.
So, without learning anything, he just sat quietly on the bench in the park. Xu Guangling seemed to be leaning but not leaning, as if sleeping but not sleeping. His eyes seemed to be closed but not closed. But after a while, his whole mind and consciousness were borrowed. With this fog, it is connected with the entire park.
What is connected is not only all the vegetation in the park, but also the land and part of the land.
Without the task of absorbing the mist, Xu Guangling didn't know what he was going to do that night. He originally planned to sit quietly until dawn.
But slowly, without knowing it, something unexpected happened to him.
In a trance, Xu Guangling felt that his body was expanding, infinitely expanding, expanding to the entire park, and in the process of expansion, his body seemed to be "disappearing".
The sound of wind.
In fact, the weather was very sunny and there was no wind.
But at this time, Xu Guangling could clearly feel that countless tiny dust and water vapors were scattered between the sky and the earth. Then, they were slightly turbulent with the breathing of countless plants and trees in this small world. Then, countless slight turbulences were superimposed. Together, they become "wind".
Just like water plants, floating gently under the gentle river.
Xu Guangling saw countless "water plants" composed of dust and water vapor, floating, moving, rolling, and stretching in this small world... in various shapes and forms, it was too many to take in.
The sound of insects.
Seasonally speaking, it is already early winter, and it is located in the middle of the mainland, not in the tropics, so there are very few insects still active in this situation.
However, whether they are active, resting, or hibernating underground, under the grass, in tree trunks, tree roots, etc., all those little lives are breathing, and at this moment, All those breaths, whether normal or extremely slow, were like candlelight in the dark night, burning into Xu Guangling's feelings.
One, two, three.
Three little beings were living under the bench where he was sitting.
One of them was located directly under his feet, in a brick crack three inches below the ground.
Xu Guangling even further felt that this little guy's limbs, no, many limbs, were holding a clod of soil that was only about one-tenth the size of a grain of rice. Well, let's call it a "clod", curled up, and looking beautiful and beautiful. The ground fell into a deep sleep.
Who wakes up from the big dream first? I know it all my life.
Such a poem suddenly flashed into Xu Guangling's mind at this moment.
The fact is that in the rest of such a small or tiny life, Xu Guangling felt the beauty of tranquility in the world.
The years are quiet and peaceful.
Well, this is another sentence that is not very appropriate.
Four, five, six... seven, eight, nine...
Xu Guangling thought of the gossip in the living room of Zhang's hometown.
But what he thought of at this moment was not the content of those gossips, but the tea.
The old man probably prefers to drink tea, and the conditions are sufficient. The tea he drinks, whether famous or unknown, tastes very good. Xu Guangling has never drunk any pesticide residue.
Very clean tea leaves.
When the tea leaves are put into the water, the flavor slowly spreads out in the water.
When the leaf water enters the mouth, the taste slowly spreads in the mouth and tongue.
After practicing the Shennong Jue, Xu Guangling's tongue now includes the entire mouth, and his taste for taste is countless times better than before. This is also one of the reasons why his evening stews can be made more and more "tastier".
Therefore, the tea seeps into the mouth little by little.
Xu Guangling has experienced that feeling many times.
But now, a similar feeling appeared in his consciousness. Xu Guangling's feelings slowly spread, from near to far, feeling all the little lives in this small world...
Unknowingly.
The night passes and morning comes.
Under the dim light, countless dew drops soaked the grass in front of Xu Guangling, so when he opened his eyes, the first thing Xu Guangling saw and the first thing his consciousness felt was this crystal clear, this jade, this
Cool, so beautiful.
Then, he smiled unconsciously.
One hundred and twenty-four thousand, three hundred and ninety-one.
This park includes all the little lives in the back mountains.
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