"Well, I'm so full~" Ling Xuan patted his stomach and said with satisfaction.

"Brother Xuan, it's time for your shift change."

"Huh?" Ling Xuan looked down at his phone, "Damn, Yechen, I'll leave first, and I'll look for you when I'm free." ”

Ling Xuan dropped a sentence and ran out along the road.

"What's wrong with him?" Yechen was a little confused.

"Brother Xuan, his father found a job for Brother Xuan and went to work as a security guard." Xiaobai explained unhurriedly.

"He's going to be a security guard?" Yechen felt a little incredulous, "What is Ling Xuan doing with his father, Ling Xuan seems to be very afraid of him." ”

"Come here, I'll tell you in a whisper......" Xiaobai asked Yechen to come over and whisper a few words in Yechen's ear.

"No wonder." Yechen exclaimed.

"Okay, Brother Chen, I have to leave too." After speaking, Xiaobai also patted his ass and left.

"Brother Chen, who the hell are they?" At this time, Murong Shiyao couldn't see the shyness during the meal at all, and returned to his usual appearance.

"Former friends, let's go back too." Yechen patted Murong Shiyao and Hai Yao's shoulders and said with a smile, "Hai Yao's task hasn't been handed over yet." ”

…………………………

"What, time has passed?"

"Yes, you can't do morning tasks in the afternoon." The task manager sat in his seat and tapped on the keyboard, and said coldly.

"But it's not written on the task list!" Yechen sent Hai Yao's task list to the task administrator.

The administrator didn't look at it and still tapped the keyboard: "This is the rule, the morning task cannot be postponed to the afternoon, and today's task cannot be postponed to the next day." ”

"How can you do this, you should have said it in advance when we received the mission."

"This is what your mentor should have told you, and it's not my job."

"You...... You ......," Yechen said angrily.

"Brother Night, forget it, it's okay. It's a big deal, just do another task. As soon as Yechen wanted to speak, he was gently pulled by Hai Yao.

"Okay then." Yechen said with some regret, "Take out the task trouble in the afternoon and show it to us." ”

"Sorry, the mission is gone, please wait for tomorrow."

"You ......" Yechen felt a little helpless, "So what do we need to do in the afternoon?" ”

"Teacher Liao is lecturing on the second floor of the teaching building." The administrator said lightly.

"Let's go, let's go to class." Yechen pulled Murong Shiyao and Haiyao and walked straight to the teaching building.

Entering the classroom, Yechen pulled Murong Shiyao and Hai Yao to sit down in the back position.

The classroom is very large, even if it can accommodate one or two hundred people, it seems that it is more than enough, but now there are only a few dozen people who come to listen to the class, and the classroom seems to be extremely empty. However, such a large classroom also proves from the side that the Department of Chinese Medicine once had a glorious period.

On the podium, Liao Long was talking about "The Emperor's Inner Canon", and next to Murong Shiyao and Hai Yao were taking notes seriously, Yechen probably felt bored and turned directly to the back.

"Xiao Yao, Hai Yao, you continue to listen to the class here, I'll come back as soon as I go out." Yechen stood up and walked out the door.

Because it was a university course, it was not easy for Yechen to leave Liao Long early, so he just glanced at Yechen and continued to lecture.

Yechen ran downstairs as quickly as he got out of the classroom, turned the back of the teaching entrance, looked for it, and saw an old man lying on the ground in pain.

"Are you alright, old man?" Yechen hurriedly walked over and helped the old man up.

"Medicine...... Medicine ......" The old man groaned in pain with a bean-sized sweat on his forehead, and his trembling hands were stuffed into his pockets and groped for something.

Maybe it was because he was too excited, the old man just took out a blue bottle from his pocket, shook his hand and fell to the ground again.

"Medicine...... Medicine ......" The old man bent down in pain, looking for the blue bottle on the grass.

Yechen picked up the bottle that the old man had just dropped on the ground, and the old man looked at the bottle in Yechen's hand as if he saw a life-saving straw, and snatched the bottle over. A trembling hand knocked out two pills from the bottle, tilted his head and swallowed it in one go.

"Huh~" The old man exhaled heavily, and glanced at Yechen gratefully, "Thank you, young man, otherwise my old life would have to be explained here today." ”

"Old man, you just took an enhanced version of painkillers."

"Huh? I don't see it, young man, that you can even see this. The old man looked at Yechen with an approving look and said.

"If I'm not mistaken, the old man should have a bad stomach."

"Oh? Young man, you're a freshman in this class, what's your name? ”

"Boy Yechen, I wonder if the old man can let the boy show you?"

"I don't want you to be a freshman, but you also have the courage to treat patients. I think other people are at your age but it's hard to distinguish even Chinese medicine, kid, can you do it? Although the old man said this, he had already rolled up his sleeves and handed it to Yechen with both hands.

"Okay, don't make a conclusion now, let the kid help you see first." Yechen grabbed the old man's arm, sat cross-legged, and put the old man's hand on his thigh to take the pulse.

The old man stroked his beard, silently and looked at Yechen with a peaceful face, taking his pulse.

"Old man, how bad your body is." Yechen said with a frown.

"Really? Boy, you might as well talk about how bad the old man's body is. The old man said with some amusement.

"First of all, you have diabetes, and it's still terminal."

"Continue," the old man nodded in anticipation, motioning for Yechen to continue.

"Secondly, as I said before, your stomach is a little bad, and there are some neurotoxins in your body."

The old man nodded approvingly.

"Based on the above symptoms, it can be inferred that the old man is because you have taken a large amount of crane grass, which has caused gastrointestinal atrophy and neurotoxicity."

"Not bad! Not bad! You have a bright future, young man. The old man smiled and patted Yechen on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the teaching building.

"Old man, if I'm not mistaken, you're making a formula that can treat diabetes, and the main ingredient of the formula is this crane grass."

Hearing Yechen's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, glanced back at Yechen, and laughed twice.

"Not bad! Not bad! The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other. It seems that the revival of the Chinese medicine community is promising, and the old man is the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, plus Wang Hua, the president of the school. Is the kid interested in becoming my closed disciple and inheriting my mantle? ”

"No, the kid already has a master, thank you for the kindness of the old man."

"Looking at the whole of China, there are only a handful of people with medical skills above me, do you really stop thinking about it?"

"Hua Lao, I understand your intentions, Master treats me like a mountain, forgive me for not accepting your kindness."

"Hah! Ha! I don't want you to not only have achievements in medical skills, but also outstanding in terms of character. I don't know how many times better it is with those who are chasing fame and fortune now. Wang Hua laughed twice, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote a string of numbers with a pen and handed it to Yechen, "This is my private number, you can find me at any time if you need anything in the future." ”

"Thank you, Hua Lao, but can Hua Lao let me try if I can help you treat your illness? After all, taking this painkiller every day to relieve it is not the way. ”

"Oh? Can you cure my disease? Wang Hua asked incredulously.

"It's still the same sentence, how do you know if you don't try?"