We save people, they study!

Yan Murong listened to Chen Hanqing's words and smiled bitterly in his heart. Look at the people on the plane. There are five or six Chinese medicine practitioners and more than a dozen Western medicine practitioners, and in the Chinese medicine team, except for himself, who is the youngest, the others are all old men in their sixties and seventies -- Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, except for his wonderful flowers, it is difficult for him to learn Chinese medicine in his twenties.

On the other hand, most of the Western medical team are in the prime of their thirties and forties -- let a group of old men save people, but young people do research instead. This made Yan Murong very depressed.

Two hours later, the plane landed at the base of the Guizhou Military Region, and then the group was taken by several soldiers into a minibus.

Time waits for no one, and they have to go to the scene right away.

Because the village is blocked, they can only go to the site to work, some equipment and other things have already been sent over, and there are also personnel from local hospitals and epidemic prevention stations on site.

"Principal Chen?" As soon as Chen Hanqing sat down, a man wearing a military uniform with a colonel's epaulette on his shoulder walked over.

"I am, you are?"

"Hello, I'm the commander in charge of blocking the epidemic area, Zhao Xi." Zhao Xi looked at Chen Hanqing and said. "Due to the seriousness of the situation now, we have received an order from above to lock down the village and no one is allowed to enter or leave except for medical staff, so we also conducted an internal organ examination on the patient, and indeed as you expect, their internal organs were almost destroyed."

"It's not what I thought of, it's him." Chen Hanqing pointed at Yan Murong and said.

"Oh?" Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment, and was a little unbelievable when he saw Yan Murong - he knew Chen Hanqing, and he was very famous in the Chinese medicine industry, but it was the first time he had seen such a young Chinese medicine practitioner.

It's like going to the hospital, when you register, the staff will ask you if you want to register as a specialist or an ordinary number.

What is the difference between an expert and a regular number? It's very simple - the ordinary number is full of younger doctors, and the expert number is full of old men. That's the difference between an expert and a non-expert.

"Hello, Zhao Xi." Zhao Xi stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yan Murong.

"Yan Murong." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Your surname is Yan?" Zhao Xi asked in some surprise.

"yes, what's wrong?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously, does it have anything to do with his surname? What happened to the surname Yan? Can't someone with the surname Yan be a Chinese medicine doctor?

"Are you from Yanjing?" Zhao Xi continued to ask.

"Yes." Yan Murong wondered even more, why did he have to be checked for his household registration when he came to save people?

"Haha." Zhao Xi suddenly burst out laughing, startling Yan Murong and Chen Hanqing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhao Xi saw that everyone in the car was looking at him, and hurriedly apologized twice, before looking at Yan Murong and saying. "Your surname is Yan, and you are from Yanjing, so is your father Yan Canghai?"

"You are?" Yan Murong didn't answer, but looked at Zhao Xi and asked.

"Haha, it looks like that." Zhao Xi asked with a smile. "Is that old swallow alright? I think we came out of the same army at the beginning, but I haven't even mixed up with a general until now, and then look at your father, the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, tsk. ”

Yan Murong then understood--the world of feelings really doesn't seem that big, how can he have acquaintances wherever he goes? First Liang Zhengtao said that it was his grandfather's soldier, and then Gongsun Wuji said that his grandfather was also his grandfather's soldier, and now he ran out of Yanjing to Guizhou, and met someone who had a relationship with his father.

"Not bad, not bad." Zhao Xi looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile on his face. "Although Lao Tzu is a hero's son, he may not be a hero - but you are different, your father has the ability, you also have the ability, you can participate in this kind of thing with the team at a young age, it seems that your Chinese medicine attainments are very high."

"It's okay." Yan Murong said modestly. "They were all forced out by the master."

"Haha." Zhao Xi smiled and said. "Principal Chen is the top figure in our Chinese medicine industry, and he is strict with you and good for you."

Seeing Chen Hanqing and Yan Murong sitting together, and the relationship was not bad, Zhao Xi subconsciously regarded Yan Murong as Chen Hanqing's student. It's just that he didn't notice Yan Murong's words-Yan Murong was not talking about a teacher, but a master.

The master is the name of the teacher in the story.,Of course,Not all of them are called masters.,The kind in the school is called sir.,Only teachers who teach martial arts or teach some strange and obscene skills are called masters.,And now,No matter what you teach.,It's called a teacher.。

Even those celebrities and the like, when they meet rising stars, they all become teachers-masters? Now the taxi driver is called the master.

"You're wrong." Chen Hanqing said with a smile. "He's not my student, I've been practicing medicine for decades, but I really can't teach such a student - his attainments in Chinese medicine are higher than that of an old man like me, and I can't compare to him."

When Zhao Xi heard Chen Hanqing's words, he was immediately surprised.

Chen Hanqing, the president of Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, is a well-known figure in the whole of China, and he is now saying that he is not as good as Yan Murong, which is really shocking.

"Awesome, awesome." Zhao Xi was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't find the words that could describe Yan Murong, but he just looked at Yan Murong and said twice.

"That's right." Zhao Xi suddenly changed his words, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Murong, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-five, almost twenty-six."

"Oh, they're so big." Zhao Xi said with a sigh. "I think back then, when I was in the army with your father, I had a very good relationship - as long as we paid a subsidy, we would go drinking together."

Yan Murong's mouth opened wide, not knowing how to answer. He didn't understand what Zhao Xi meant by saying this, did he think bittersweetly?

"Huh." Zhao Xi said with a reminiscent expression. "I remember at that time, the two of us talked the most about marrying a daughter-in-law and having children in the future, do you know what we said?"

"--Yan Murong was depressed and wanted to die--The two of you are still talking about marrying a daughter-in-law and having children in the future, which means that I haven't jumped out yet, how can I know?" You are a dignified colonel and officer, and you have received party education for so many years, so you speak with a bit of logical thinking, okay?

"I know you can't guess." Zhao Xi grinned and said. "At the beginning, I agreed with your father that if we both have children in the future, all boys will worship brothers, and all girls will worship sisters - a boy and a girl, haha, then set a baby kiss."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly. It turns out that his father, who has a straight face all day long, also plays with this kind of thing.

"Hey, my daughter, she's twenty-seven, and she works all day except for work, and now she doesn't even have a partner, but fortunately you're here, haha."

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, why did the more he heard this, the more wrong it became? A man and a woman, husband and wife, her daughter is twenty-seven years old and has no partner-, does he want to match me with his daughter?