Teng Zhan's temperament has always been very good, and he belongs to the kind of person who doesn't talk much, has a calm temperament, but is very emotional - but no matter how good his temperament is, he now has a feeling of wanting to go crazy.

Although the matter has been said and Yan Murong has cured Zhang He, there is always a hurdle in his heart that he can't get over, as soon as He Yu said it, he immediately agreed to accept Zhang Jin as an apprentice, but what he didn't expect was that Yan Murong, the little bastard, actually robbed his business.

Seeing Teng Zhan's embarrassment, Zhang Jin was also a little overwhelmed. He was a young man, two years younger than Yan Murong, and he was still in the stage of idolatry, and as soon as he saw Yan Murong's luck needle, he had the idea of learning from Yan Murong.

"I don't take apprentices." Yan Murong shook his head. "I know what you think, if you really want to learn Chinese medicine, then follow Dr. Teng."

Yan Murong's words alleviated Teng Zhan's embarrassment a lot, and he thought to himself, this kid is quite good.

"I—"

"I'll talk about it when I'm ready." Yan Murong interrupted him, ignored him, looked at He Yu and said. "Auntie, there is no problem with my uncle's legs, but because of too long time, he is still a little inflexible, and he has been moving less in the past week, but you can help him exercise in moderation and gradually adapt, wait for me to prescribe a pair of medicine for you, take it for half a month in a row to recuperate, and it is estimated that you will be able to walk on your own in about a month."

"Okay, okay." He Yu said repeatedly. "Thank you so much."

"It's okay, it should be." Yan Murong smiled, asked Teng Zhan for a pen and paper, wrote a prescription, and said. "Then we'll go first."

"How can this work, I didn't even drink saliva when I entered the door, Xiaojin, go make tea." He Yu said hurriedly. "So, can I cook some food at noon and just make it up here?"

For the Zhang family, today is a big day, 12 years, they have not been so happy today for 12 years, even during the Chinese New Year, the family nested in the small living room to eat dumplings and watch the Spring Festival Gala, and they are not happy today.

The heart disease was solved, He Yu seemed to be more than ten years younger all of a sudden, and he had to pull Yan Murong and Teng Zhan to eat at home. Yan Murong and Teng Zhan couldn't resist her, so they could only stay.

After eating a meal, Yan Murong naturally wanted something in return, and after thinking about it, he wrote another prescription and handed it to He Yu, saying. "Auntie, you take the medicine once a week, and the effect of beauty and detoxification is not bad."

"Thank you, thank you." He Yu thanked him repeatedly, took the prescription with both hands, and put it in his personal pocket as a treasure, without the slightest doubt about Yan Murong's words.

"So be it." Seeing this living room with almost four walls, Yan Murong wrote a phone number on a piece of paper and said. "When my uncle recovers and wants to find a job, you can call this number - auntie, don't get me wrong, this is the phone number of a friend of mine, he recently helped me to do the matter of a medicinal herb planting base, if it is built, it will require a lot of manpower." ――

The dishes are very simple, four dishes and one soup, a plate of cucumbers, a scrambled egg with tomatoes, a plate of fried meat with lotus root slices, and the only hard dish is a steamed fish.

After having lunch and receiving another thanks, the two went out.

"I'm starting to trust my life now." Teng Zhan suddenly sighed.

"Huh? What does it mean? Yan Murong was inexplicably surprised by what he said, and asked strangely.

"I didn't believe that before, but now I do." Teng Zhan said. "I read a sentence in the newspaper - if the sky is going to kill me, I will pierce the day. I scoffed at this, but now, the sky above me has been pierced by you. ”

"What does it have to do with believing or not?" The more Yan Murong listened, the more confused he became, and he thought, what's wrong with this old man? How can you still eat after a meal?

"It matters." Teng Zhan said with a serious face. "If you don't come to Suzhou and Hangzhou, I won't be able to see you. If I hadn't been angry with you, I wouldn't have said anything like this. If none of this had happened, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to break this day for the rest of my life. ”

“――”

Yan Murong was quite speechless, her mouth was open for a long time, and she really didn't know how to answer these words.

Teng Zhan didn't say any more, changed the topic, looked at Yan Murong and said. "If you have time, you can stay in Suzhou and Hangzhou for two days, right?"

"Okay." Yan Murong thought about it, anyway, there is nothing too important recently, Teng Xiangling is her own woman, and she is dedicating herself to her career without regrets, and she should take care of her father for two days.

Yan Murong had this idea and happily agreed to Teng Zhan's request, but as a result, in less than an hour, he was depressed.

Sitting in the hall - this kind of work is really the first time for Yan Murong that a big girl has been on a sedan chair.

Although he has also done many free clinics on the streets, it is not the same feeling as sitting in a pharmacy.

He looked down at the white lab coat on his body, and then at the stethoscope, blood pressure monitor, and needle box on the table. This combination of East and West makes him feel particularly awkward.

He is a Chinese medicine practitioner, but he is not opposed to Western medicine, and even advocates the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses in order to get the best development - but now that it is his turn, he is really a little uncomfortable for a while.

In fact, Yan Murong was also a little cautious - the stethoscope blood pressure monitor was "high-tech" to him, and he really didn't know how to use it.

After quickly adjusting his mentality, Yan Murong quickly entered the role.

The pharmacy has a break at noon, and after going to work at two o'clock, Yan Murong sat behind the table, and until four o'clock, only a dozen people came, most of them came to grab medicine, and there were few to see a doctor. He should have been happy, and he wished that people all over the world would never get sick, and that it would be better for all of them to be laid off.

Among the dozen or so people, there are basically none under the age of fifty, only some uncles and aunts still insist on believing in the things left by their ancestors. This made Yan Murong very depressed while being relieved.

His goal was big, big enough to make people think he was crazy, but he still persisted. However, he is also a little confused now - is it worth holding on so much?

He wants to carry forward Chinese medicine, let people know and understand Chinese medicine correctly, let Chinese medicine stand at the highest point of glory again, and then let people all over the world know Chinese medicine, understand Chinese medicine, and recognize Chinese medicine.

But now, he hesitated - even his own compatriots don't believe in Chinese medicine, what should he do to make those foreigners believe in Chinese medicine?