"Do you want to be a doctor?" Teng Xiangling blinked at Yan Murong with her big eyes and asked seriously.
Yan Murong was a little confused by this question ----- To be a doctor? He was a doctor himself, and he had treated many people. Without exception, they all recovered. What made him even more proud was that no matter in which aspect,
He could treat all kinds of diseases, and this became the only thing he and the old man could show off.
The old man has a very strange character. At the same time, he also has a rule, which is to save men but not women.
Yan Murong also asked the old man why there is such a rule - he felt that since studying medicine, isn't it necessary to treat the sick and sick people in the world? Why should there be distinction between men and women?
When Yan Murong first followed the old man, he said, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. After you save a hundred people, you will become a Buddha."
When Yan Murong could practice medicine independently and successfully treated a hundred patients, he angrily asked the old man why he had not become a Buddha yet. The old man told him that it was because he saved the woman.
As a result, Yan Murong became angry and did not speak to the old man for several days.
I don't know how much hatred this old man has against women ----- Yan Murong thought, he must have been hurt by a woman who was his childhood sweetheart.
Yan Murong had a stubborn temper, and he didn't care who the patient was, whether he was a man or a woman, as long as he was a patient, he would treat them.
So what if he doesn't become a Buddha? Guanyin Bodhisattva is not a Buddha, but he can still save all sentient beings - Yan Murong is not that great, and he cannot save people in the world, so he does not expect to become a Buddha.
As long as he can cure the patient, he is the Buddha who saves the suffering. He likes to see the happy, excited and grateful eyes of the patient after he recovers, which gives him a great sense of accomplishment.
I remember another time when he was practicing medicine in a village deep in the mountains of Sichuan, he also treated a woman with habitual dysmenorrhea. When the woman recovered from her illness, he was extremely grateful to Yan Murong. If she hadn't married him at the age of fifteen,
She must marry Yan Murong.
Finally, she found the only person in the village who had attended elementary school for three years, ran hundreds of miles of mountain roads to the city, and specially made a banner for Yan Murong - the Master of Gynecology.
Yan Murong didn't dare to ask for this flag. If you gave him a flag like the Master of Rejuvenation, he could go back and show it off to the old man. This master of gynecology-----if he took it back, he would definitely make the old man laugh to death.
So, Yan Murong gave the banner to a barefoot doctor in the village who was almost eighty years old. As a result, the old man opened his mouth with almost all his teeth and smiled at Yan Murong.
Several hours.
"Let me find you a job that matches your major."
Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, Teng Xiangling changed his posture, kneeling on the ground with his legs and resting his arms on the sofa, tilting his head and looking at Yan Murong and said.
Due to the angle, Yan Murong could even see a deep ravine squeezed out under her thin layer of T-shirt.
"What kind of job?" Yan Murong was a little moved and asked.
For a moment, he also figured out something - he was driven back by the old man, not to be a beggar. Although the old man didn't say it, he also knew how heavy the burden he was carrying was.
"You agreed?" Teng Xiangling asked happily.
She teaches Chinese medicine, so she naturally knows something fishy about what Yan Murong showed just now. Otherwise, unless she has something wrong, she would help a non-professional beggar introduce a job.
"Tell me first what kind of job it is." Yan Murong asked again, but did not agree immediately.
He was afraid that this woman would sell him out - I heard that there is a kind of job now where the man has to be handsome and the woman has to be pretty, and the monthly income can reach tens of thousands, and there is no need to pay taxes.
"How about being a teacher?"
"Be a teacher?" Yan Murong was stunned and pointed at himself. "It's okay for me to save people, but it's a bit difficult for me to teach them - I don't even have a kindergarten diploma."
What Yan Murong said was true. He had not gone to school for a few days since he was a child, and then he followed the old man because of his damn illness.
Going to school?-----He has forgotten which way the school gate opens.
"It doesn't matter." Teng Xiangling said nonchalantly. "In today's society, what matters is not academic qualifications, but skills. Nowadays, many students from prestigious schools either sell pork or clean toilets. On the contrary, many technical schools
Those who come out have become high-end white-collar workers."
"Just by your skill of using Qi to transport needles - although you refused to say it, I know that it is the legendary Qi transporting needle. Just by relying on that skill, you can become a teacher."
"No, I don't agree." Yan Murong simply refused.
“You don’t want Chinese medicine to flourish?”
"I want to, I really want to."
"Then why not be a teacher? To teach a few students like you?"
"------"
Yan Murong really didn't know what to say - it wasn't that he didn't want to teach, but that he couldn't teach.
The Ghost Needle cannot be passed on to others --- and even if he wants to pass it on, he cannot pass it on. There are really too few people who can cultivate their inner energy and let it out.
Teng Xiangling was rejected by Yan Murong. Her pretty face, which was bright and charming just now, with a charming smile turned cold instantly. "You dare to reject me?"
"------" Yan Murong was speechless, really confused by her chameleon character.
"I didn't reject you." Yan Murong explained. "It's just that my master said that some things cannot be passed on to others."
"Is that your Qi Luck Needle?" Teng Xiangling asked. She also knew that someone who could teach someone like Yan Murong must be an outsider. Such an outsider usually has the ability to draw the needle by himself.
A unique skill that I am proud of, and it should not be passed on to anyone else.
"Okay, even if you can't teach this, you can teach something you can teach." Teng Xiangling compromised and quickly changed his tactics.
Even if Yan Murong doesn't teach, he must be kept. People like him are the giant pandas in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, a rare breed - just keep him first, and then rub him hard, or use something
It's a honey trap or something like that. When the time comes, it will be up to him whether to teach or not.
"It doesn't matter, you can teach me something." Teng Xiangling made up his mind and looked at Yan Murong again with a hungry expression on his face and said, as if he would not give up until he reached the Yellow River.
Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Teach me what you can teach?"
"Yes." Teng Xiangling nodded vigorously, and even the two fleshy balls on his chest rose and fell for a while.
"What I can teach you can also teach."
"-----"
She really wants to strangle this bastard to death now.