Yan Murong has a job, of course, he is doing his old job, not to be a teacher-but he is very aggrieved in his heart, and he can't be happy.

After rejecting Teng Xiangling's proposal to make him a teacher, Teng Xiangling's face changed, staring at him with a 'fierce' face, and then telling him that it was okay not to be a teacher, but he had to go to a clinic near the University of Chinese Medicine to become a doctor. Moreover, she will regularly arrange for a few students to come to study with him, and if he refuses, she will call the police to say that he is trying to break into the house of a single beauty.

So, Yan Murong was like a little girl who had been by dozens of big men, and nodded aggrievedly and agreed.

He is a three-nil person with no education, no ID card and no money, and he has no bargaining rights.

One misstep turned into a thousand hatreds - Yan Murong thought, he shouldn't have shown mercy to save this woman yesterday.

If I knew this, how good it would be for her to fend for herself.

But even if he brought his ID card with him, he didn't dare to use it, not to mention his family, it was Su Qingwu's woman, who was probably looking for himself, right?

As long as she uses her ID card, I'm afraid it won't take a few hours for her to appear in front of her, and then carry a small kitchen knife in her hand to unload herself, and finally poke a few small holes in her face with high heels to relieve her hatred.

Seeing Yan Murong compromise, Teng Xiangling smiled like a little girl who had saved pocket money for a long time and finally bought a doll she liked.

Innocent, beautiful, mature, beautiful, and a different kind of seductive charm - this smile, even the rows of delicate flowers in the square were tarnished by her smile.

But Yan Murong knew that under this beautiful skin, there was a devil's heart.

"Rejuvenation Hall" is a very ancient name, easy to understand, people can know that this is a clinic, and it is also a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Those Western medicine clinics are generally called so-and-so pharmacies, so-and-so pharmacies and other dirty names - have you ever seen a small pharmacy of 20 square meters, and dare to call it a big pharmacy?

Wearing a set of cheap casual clothes that Teng Xiangling bought for him in the community supermarket, he followed her into the Rejuvenation Hall.

The area here is not large, counting the upstairs treatment room, it is only about seventy or eighty square meters, and there are two pots of lush aloe vera growing at the door, although it looks a little weird, but Yan Murong knows that aloe vera can absorb some harmful gases in the room, so it is normal to put two pots of aloe vera in the clinic.

There is a wooden round table on the east wall of the entrance, and there is a small single sofa around the round table for patients to rest when they are queuing, and at the same time, there is a little girl in a nurse's uniform who is constantly serving tea to some patients, and the service is quite considerate.

If it weren't for the smell of medicine that he was familiar with, Yan Murong would have thought that he was not coming to a clinic, but a community activity hall for the elderly.

Ninety percent of the people sitting at those tables were elderly people, who were chatting with their parents while drinking tea while queuing. Whose children have been admitted to a good university, whose old house has been demolished and a lot of money has been divided, or which man's wife has survived with which wife's man -- these are all topics for them to pass the time.

The reason why all the people who came here were elderly, Yan Murong didn't feel strange. He also knows that today's young people are all very busy, either working in the company or working on the woman's body, even if they treat the disease, they also choose Western medicine that has a faster effect. For TCM practitioners with relatively slow results, they do not accept them.

Yan Murong sighed regretfully-the quintessence of the country is often slowly forgotten like this.

At the west entrance of the clinic against the wall, there is a bar for registration, in which a young girl wearing a nurse's uniform sits in, giving numbers to some patients and patiently answering some questions from aunts and uncles.

The girl always maintained a friendly smile on her face, and answered anyone's questions patiently, without showing a trace of displeasure.

This made Yan Murong a little relieved - perhaps, it would be a good choice to be a doctor here.

Passing by the long row of medicine boxes next to the bar, Yan Murong followed Teng Xiangling upstairs.

After going up to the second floor, it was much quieter.

The layout of the second floor is very simple, there is a room for boiling medicine in the innermost, and the other spaces are divided into small pieces of place, and then enclosed with blue cloth, making use of treatment rooms one by one.

"Grandpa Zhong, where are you?" Teng Xiang Lingcai didn't care about the quiet atmosphere here, and shouted with a voice like a yellow warbler's cry. "Grandpa Zhong, come out quickly, I brought you something good."

Good stuff? Yan Murong thought in amazement, did you mean herself? When did you become a thing?

"Teng girl, can't you be quiet?" Before anyone arrived, a neutral voice came from a treatment room separated by cloth, and then an old man wearing a white coat and gray hair, but with a straight waist, walked out.

Zhong Zhenguo walked up to Teng Xiangling with a smile, patted her head dotingly, and said with a smile. "You girl, you have always been in a hurry, your grandfather has already greeted me, saying that you are going to come to teach at the University of Chinese Medicine, let me take care of you, but it has been half a month, counting this time, you have only been here twice-what, do you think that your grandfather Zhong is old and wrinkled, and he is not a handsome guy, so he won't come to see me?"

"How can I be?" Teng Xiangling looked like a good girl and smiled. "Grandpa Zhong, even if you live to be two hundred years old, you are still a handsome old man, if you go to the street with a crutch, I'm afraid you will have to kill a lot of old ladies, right?"

"Haha, you girl." Zhong Zhenguo laughed heartily, stretched out his hand and lightly touched Teng Xiangling's forehead.

Yan Murong was watching from the sidelines in a cold sweat - women, they are indeed fickle. To herself, she is a big bad wolf, and in front of her grandfather, Grandpa Zhong, she immediately becomes a little sheep.

"Who is this young man?" After laughing for a while, Zhong Zhenguo saw Yan Murong and looked at Teng Xiangling with strange eyes. "Girl, you have really grown up and have a boyfriend."

"Don't, Grandpa Zhong, don't get me wrong." Teng Xiangling hurriedly shook his head. "Didn't I say it, he's the good stuff I brought you."

"Good stuff?" Zhong Zhenguo was stunned for a moment, looked at Yan Murong, and asked strangely. "What's so good about this young man?"

"He'll get a needle with luck." Teng Xiangling laughed slyly and glanced at Yan Murong proudly.

Yan Murong wanted to cry without tears - didn't you just say that it was good, you can't mention this, and as a result, in the blink of an eye, she sold herself.

"Oh? Young man, can you luck the needle? Zhong Zhenguo was suddenly surprised, lifted the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Yan Murong in surprise and asked.

"Sir, she's right." Now that Teng Xiangling has sold him, he can only admit it with a wry smile, and then start to help her count the money.