In order to heal the girl faster, Yang Fan decided to temporarily take a break for a day.

This is one of the few decisions he has made since he wrote the book. Originally, he would have thought that the interruption would make the reader feel dissatisfied.

However, most readers know that the reason for Yang Fan's change is that after saving his life, they are all kind enough to use tolerance to forgive Yang Fan's behavior.

Moreover, they also supported Yang Fan with their rewards and book reviews.

This kind of support made Yang Fan very moved.

He made a promise to those kind readers that he would broadcast what he was doing live on Weibo every day, and in his own way, tell these readers that he would not live up to their trust and that he would not waste his life.

After saying this, Yang Fan packed up his things and went to visit Mr. Qi Lian and several experts in this field, hoping to research a special medicine with them.

For this reason, he also brought several ancient recipes given by his system with great sincerity, hoping to bring them enlightenment.

When Yang Fan was visiting various experts, a doctor from the Chinese medicine department was looking at his mobile phone and was entangled.

He was hesitating whether to do something harmful to the patient according to the message on his mobile phone.

As long as he does it, it will cost him infamy, and even lose his current job, which seems to have a promising future. However, as long as he does it, the amount promised above will make him worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

This choice of professional ethics and interests made this man, who has been an ordinary doctor for more than ten years and is still an ordinary doctor, fall into a dilemma.

While he was struggling, his phone rang.

He looked at the phone marked as his wife, and he hesitated to answer the phone.

"Hey, Wang Zhi, tomorrow my daughter will go to a new school for elementary school, are you ready for the sponsorship fee and the money for the extracurricular tutoring class?"

"I... I haven't..."

"Hurry up, hand it in by the end of the week at the latest. Don't delay your daughter's future. Don't let her be like you, almost forty years old and still nothing. ”

The woman's harsh words pierced deep into the heart of the doctor named Wang Zhi.

"Don't worry... Even if I smash the pot and sell iron, I will scrape together enough money for my daughter's school and after-school tutoring classes. ”

With these words, Wang Zhi finally made up his mind.

In order for his daughter to enter a key primary school and become a master, his life can be dispensed with, let alone what kind of professional ethics he has?

He hung up the phone, lit a cigarette at the entrance of the hospital, looked at the hopeful patients, and remembered the colleagues of those forces, and the woman who didn't go to work after getting married and only knew how to watch short videos and discuss money.

He suddenly felt that human life was actually quite boring.

This thought made him snuff out his cigarette, walk back to the hospital's Chinese medicine ward, and start cooking Chinese medicine for a patient about the same age as his daughter.

He has smelled this pungent smell of Chinese medicine for more than ten years, and according to common sense, this pungent smell of Chinese medicine will not affect his mood and sense of smell. However, now that I have added an extra serving of Chinese medicine, why is this smell so fishy... It's like Chinese medicine with human blood added to it.

While he was waiting for the pot of Chinese medicine to be cooked, he remembered the past.

More than ten years ago, when he first entered the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the original Department of Chinese Medicine was not as bleak as it is now. At that time, there were many Chinese medicine talents, and everyone was full of passion, thinking about using a combination of Chinese and Western medicine to save more lives.

At that time, he was one of them. And his main focus is to cure cancer with the prescription of integrated Chinese and Western medicine.

Although this goal is too far away, it is also too unrealistic. But when he was young, he felt that he could do it!

However, when he was full of ambition, one after another people who opposed Chinese medicine stood up.

Some of those people were well-known people, and some were hearsay students.

At that time, he didn't think so, thinking that these people would always disappear under the "black Chinese medicine" craze.

However, he didn't expect that there would be more and more of these people.

And this trend of "black Chinese medicine" even knows with his daughter, who is less than ten years old, that Chinese medicine is a liar.

In this way, the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture was preempted by the nearby island countries for patents.

Even some doctors in nearby island countries laughed at Huaxia for abandoning the essence again.

And most of the ambitious doctors around me have slowly left the Chinese medicine department because of this trend of Chinese medicine black, and went to other departments to get mixed up.

Only he still firmly believes in hope, and pointlessly engages in a war of words on the Internet with those international students who dislike Huaxia medicine too backward after a few years of study.

However, no matter how these verbal battles are won or lost, the fact that Chinese medicine has declined has long been a foregone conclusion.

Even if the recent news revolves around Chinese medicine, it cannot be changed, and young people have long learned to forget.

Today's young people have long forgotten the history and culture of trust that they should remember because of these temptations from the outside world.

In their eyes, Huaxia is useless. In their eyes, it is better to be born in a nearby island country than to be born in China.

Perhaps, this is a kind of sadness.

Thinking of this, this doctor named Wang Zhi cooked the pot of six fresh soup.

No, it should be called Seven Fresh Soup.

He picked up the pot of soup, got on the nearby elevator, and prepared to go up to the sixth floor to give the pot to the little patient who was about the same size as his daughter.

On the elevator, on the reflective floor buttons, Wang Zhi's face was very hideous.

He looked at his own expression and immediately changed to a smiling face.

It's like when I first entered the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I was full of expectations for my young self.

The elevator door opened, and at the door of the intensive care room, a pair of haggard parents hurriedly ran over after seeing Dr. Wang Zhi.

There was a look of gratitude and guilt in their eyes, and they must have been grateful for Dr. Wang Zhi's initiative to cook medicine for his child.

Perhaps, this gratitude. It can make many doctors with unscrupulous hearts rein in the precipice. However, for Wang Zhi, a disheartened doctor.

This gratitude is undoubtedly a mockery of his persistence.

"I'm sorry. After Wang Zhi said silently in his heart, he smiled when he looked at the girl who was about the same age as his daughter in the intensive disinfection ward with anticipation for the future.

Perhaps, the doctor's vocation is to cure the sick and save people? Perhaps, doctors should also save people in principle. For example, those young people who don't respect doctors and Chinese medicine should be left to fend for themselves, right?" Wang Zhi walked into the ward with the medicine, he looked at the girl who said thank you, and there were no emotional fluctuations in his heart.

"Drink, drink. As long as you drink it, you won't feel pain, you won't grow up, and you will live in this dirty world!"