Xia Wanqing didn't have the habit of greeting strangers, and she didn't want to know if the other party was a man or a woman.

But the other party seemed to be very interested in her, and said, "You are the young lady who often comes here to feed stray cats?" ”

Hearing him say this, his voice was a little hoarse, and he looked like he was a little older.

Xia Wanqing noticed the speaker at this time.

He had taken off his poncho hat, revealing a wrinkled face, his hair and beard were all white, and his eyes were unusually sharp when he looked at people.

Xia Wanqing didn't hide it, so she nodded and said, "Yes, I will come here occasionally to feed stray cats." ”

"You also gave the injured cat bones?"

"Occasionally."

"But you don't seem to be very good at bone grafting."

The old man glanced at her and pointed out her insignificance.

Xia Wanqing wanted to say that she was a surgeon, but she was not an orthopedic doctor who specialized in bone grafting, so she could only do her best to heal the cats.

She didn't speak, but the old man spoke again: "I have a whole set of bone grafting methods, I don't want to be lost to the world, do you want to learn from me?" ”

"What?" Xia Wanqing felt very strange.

The old man came to this pavilion just to find a successor?

That's amazing, isn't it?

"I'm studying medicine, but I'm not studying bones, I'm afraid I won't be able to do well."

"You who study medicine, the theory of Western medicine has been learned out of ten, but we have learned the traditional medicine skills of China, which is simply putting the cart before the horse.

I advise you to study our Chinese medicine hard, it will be many times more useful than you study Western medicine, remember what I said today.

My surname is Cao, they all call me Caosuo, this is my contact information, and if you decide to worship me as a teacher in the future, remember to come here to find me. ”

With that, the old man named Cao Chau disappeared.

Xia Wanqing pinched the contact address he handed her, on which was written with a brush in the font of Lishu, how many numbers on XX Street.

Xia Wanqing looked at the address on the note and couldn't help but gasp.

Because that so-and-so street, how many numbers, is the location of the cemetery.

At this time, the rain stopped, and the sun actually came out from behind the dark clouds, which made people wonder if the scene just now was a ghost.

Because of this rain, I met an old man named Cao Suo, and I also heard him talk about Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine, who is more useful.

This is also the debate that Xia Wanqing heard outside of the medical university about the two medical systems.

Xia Wanqing's mind at this time has been hovering with the old man's face that has been full of vicissitudes, especially the pair of bright eyes, as if he has insight into everything and knows everything.

Although Xia Wanqing was still a little scared, as a student of the Medical University, she naturally wouldn't believe in any ghosts and gods, she would rather believe that it was an old man who loved medicine and wanted to pass on his skills, so he would tell her those words.

As soon as the sun came out, and then looked at the cats that were gradually dispersing, Xia Wanqing had completed the task and planned to go home.

Just then, the phone rang.

Xia Wanqing saw that it was a series of unfamiliar numbers, but she still hesitated to pick it up.

At this time, I heard Zhou Yi's slightly arrogant voice on the phone, and he blamed him: "Xia Wanqing, you hurry up and go back to the hospital for me, clean up the mess you left behind, but the dean said that as long as you come, I will add five percent of your salary this month, and no more." ”