"Do you want to be a doctor?" Teng Xiangling winked at this Yan Murong with a pair of big eyes, and asked seriously.

Yan Murong was a little puzzled by this sentence - to be a doctor? He was originally a doctor, and he has treated many people, without exception, all of them have recovered, and what makes him even more proud is that he can treat any kind of illness, which has become the only capital that he and the old man can show off.

The old man's personality is very strange, and at the same time, he also has a rule, that is, to save men and not women.

Yan Murong also asked the old man why there was such a rule-he felt that since he studied medicine, wouldn't it be to treat the sick and distressed people in the world? Why should there be a distinction between men and women?

When Yan Murong just followed the old man, he said it. "Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and after you save a hundred people, you will be able to become a Buddha."

When Yan Murong could practice medicine independently and successfully treated a hundred patients, he angrily asked the old man why he hadn't become a Buddha yet. The old man told him because he had saved the woman.

So, Yan Murong was angry and didn't talk to the old man for several days.

I don't know how much enmity this old man has with women-Yan Murong thought, he must have been hurt by a certain childhood sweetheart and a woman who didn't guess.

Yan Murong is a tough temper, and he doesn't care about any man or woman, as long as he is a patient, he will treat him.

Even if you don't become a Buddha? Guanyin Bodhisattva is not a Buddha, but he can also purify sentient beings - Yan Murong is not so great, and he can't save people all over the world, so he doesn't expect to become a Buddha.

As long as he can heal the patient, then he is a Buddha who saves the suffering, and he likes to see the happy, excited, and grateful eyes of the patient after he is cured, which makes him feel a sense of accomplishment.

I remember again, when he was practicing medicine in a village in the mountains of Sichuan, he also treated a woman with habitual menstrual cramps, and when the woman recovered, he was very grateful to Yan Murong, if she hadn't married at the age of fifteen, she would have to marry Yan Murong.

In the end, she found the only person in the village who had gone to elementary school for three years, ran hundreds of miles of mountain roads to the city, and specially made a pennant for Yan Murong - the holy hand of gynecology.

Yan Murong didn't dare to ask for this flag, give him a flag like a rejuvenation hand, he could still go back and show off with the old man, this gynecological holy hand - take it back and let the old man laugh to death.

So, Yan Murong sent the pennant to a barefoot doctor in the village who was almost eighty years old, and as a result, the old man was stunned and grinned with his teeth about to fall out, revealing a mouthful of gums, and smiled at Yan Murong for several hours.

"I'll get you a job, it's a good match for your major."

Teng Xiangling saw that Yan Murong didn't speak, so he changed his posture, knelt on the ground with his legs, supported his arms on the sofa, tilted his head and looked 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 job?" Yan Murong was a little moved, so he 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 did not say it, but he also knew how heavy the burden he was carrying.

"You promised?" Teng Xiangling asked happily.

She teaches traditional Chinese medicine, and she naturally knows the strangeness of Yan Murong's hand just now, otherwise, unless she has a problem, she will help a non-professional beggar introduce a job.

"Tell me what the job is." Yan Murong asked again, but did not immediately agree.

He was afraid that this woman would sell him - I heard that there is now a kind of job, where men should be handsome and women should be beautiful, and the monthly income could reach tens of thousands, and there was no need to pay taxes.

"How about being a teacher?"

"Being a teacher?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself. "It's okay for me to save people, but it's a little hard for me to teach people - I don't even have a kindergarten diploma."

Yan Murong was telling the truth, he hadn't been to school for a few days since he was a child, and then because of that damn illness, he followed the old man.

School? - He forgot which way the school gate opened.

"It's okay." Teng Xiangling said disapprerovitically. "In today's society, it's not about academic qualifications, it's about technology. Now, many students from prestigious schools are either selling pork or cleaning toilets, but many technical schools have become senior white-collar workers. ”

"Just by the hand you just used to use the Qi Luck Needle - although you refused to say it, I knew that it was the legendary Qi Luck Needle. With that hand, you can be a teacher. ”

"No, I don't agree." Yan Murong simply refused.

"You don't want Chinese medicine to flourish?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then why not be a teacher? To teach a few students like you? ”

“――”

Yan Murong really didn't know what to say—not that he didn't want to teach, but that he couldn't.

The Ghost Needle couldn't be passed on - and even if he wanted to, he couldn't. There are too few people who can practice internal qi and let it out.

Teng Xiangling was rejected by Yan Murong, and his pretty face that was bright and moving just now, with a moving smile, instantly turned cold. "You dare to refuse me?"

Yan Murong was speechless, she was really confused by her chameleon character.

"I didn't refuse you." Yan Murong explained. "It's just that my master said that there are some things that can't be passed on."

"Is that your luck needle?" Teng Xiangling asked, she also knew that if she could teach someone like Yan Murong, she would definitely be a master of the world, and such a master of the world usually has a unique skill that she is proud of, and it should not be passed on.

"Well, even if you can't teach this, you can teach some of the things you can." Teng Xiangling compromised and quickly transferred tactics.

Even if Yan Murong doesn't teach, he must be left behind. A person like him is the giant panda in the world of Chinese medicine, a rare breed - as long as he is left behind, and then soft and hard bubbles, or some kind of beauty trick or something. When the time comes, he can't help but teach or not.

"It's okay, you can teach what you can." Teng Xiangling made up his mind, and once again looked at Yan Murong with a thirsty expression and said, there is a posture that the heart of the Yellow River is not dead.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Teach me what I can teach?"

"Hmm." Teng Xiangling nodded vigorously, and even the two meat balls on his chest rose and fell for a while.

"What I can teach, you can teach."

“――”

She really wanted to strangle this bastard now.