In the morning light, a black and white, somewhat strangely shaped bus passed through the warm sunlight and returned to the world from the underworld, but those passers-by who hurried to work could not see it, because there was a special protective film on the yin car, which could filter the sight of ordinary people.

Of course, Qin Hao was not the only one in the car at the moment, there was also a sloppy old man with messy hair in the passenger seat, but it was difficult to hide the depth in his old eyes.

Along the way, Bian Que saw the vehicles speeding on the road and the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road, and couldn't help but praise repeatedly: "I didn't expect that after two thousand years, the world would become such a prosperous scene, it's really unimaginable." Li Li's second child, you can kill me, but you may not be able to see such a grand scene, and the heavens are fair. ”

In the end, the corners of Bian Que's mouth showed a meaningful smile.

While Qin Hao was driving, he was distracted and gave the medical ancestor a rough description of some modern history and the scenery in front of him. Bian Que also sounded quite interested, and sighed a few words from time to time......

Qin Hao drove the car back to Sun Moon Passenger Transport, and after parking the car and tidying up the housekeeping, he put a snakeskin bag of saron fruit he picked on Du Xing's desk, and just as he was about to lead Bian Que through the square in front of him to drive his car, Bian Que suddenly stopped him.

"I'm a ghost and can't touch the sun." Bian Que said this key question, if he also followed Qin Hao out, there would undoubtedly be a sun burn and his soul would be scattered.

"So what to do?" Qin Hao scratched his head, but he was stumped by this question.

"That's it, I'll turn into a primordial god and possess you." Bian Que said.

"Well, okay." Qin Hao nodded after a slight groan.

In fact, possession of the primordial spirit is a risky thing, just like the possession of a ghost, if the possessed person controls the soul of the host, then his soul will also be swallowed up and will never recover. But it was Bian Que who made this request, and Bian Que who saved lives and helped countless wounded, so Qin Hao definitely trusted him.

As a result, Bian Que's originally ethereal figure slowly evolved into a void, and finally turned into a yellow light and rushed into Qin Hao's body......

After Qin Hao returned to the rental house, a yellow light burst out from the center of his eyebrows, and the figure of the medical ancestor Bian Que transformed again, regaining his freedom.

"I'm sorry, there is a bit of a mess in the medical ancestor's house, let me clean it up." At this time, Qin Hao remembered that because he was in a bit of a hurry before going to work, he didn't have time to clean up, and the house was still a mess.

You must know that in ancient times, when dignitaries and nobles invited famous doctors to see a doctor, they had to clean and arrange the mansion and courtyard cleanly and cleanly, so as to show their respect for the doctor.

This was the case with King Qin Wu back then, let alone Qin Hao.

So Qin Hao quickly went to wash the dishes and chopsticks and clean up the house, for fear of snubbing Bian Que.

And Bian Que was indifferent to fame and fortune during his lifetime, and after his death, he saw through the red ~ dust, so he naturally looked at these red tapes very lightly, and couldn't help waving his hand and smiled: "Eh, you don't have to stick to these red tapes, just feel at ease." ”

Returning to the world, Bian Que is still very excited. However, because the sun was shining outside the house at this time, it was not convenient for him to go out, so he could only wander around in this small rental house......

"Huh... Can't imagine that Xiaoyou is still a person who studies medicine? When Bian Que saw a lot of medical journal papers on Qin Hao's desk, and even medical classics based on ancient books, he was a little surprised.

Qin Hao put the folding chair that he took out during the meal, and then replied with some shame: "Actually, I am not a person who studies medicine, but I have been taught by my grandfather since I was a child, and I am more concerned and interested in Chinese ~ medicine, but it is naturally 108,000 miles worse than your attainments of the medical ancestor." ”

When Bian Que heard this, he stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Xiaoyou doesn't have to be presumptuous, Chinese ~ medicine is broad and profound, even if I study his life, I am just a drop in the bucket, and I don't dare to be a mastermind, but I have a heart to help the world." ”

For Chinese ~ medicine, Bian Que has made a very outstanding contribution. But in his words, not only did he not put on a show, but he was also very humble, it was really the style of a generation of medical ancestors, and Qin Hao admired him even more in his heart......

In fact, when Bian Que knew that Qin Hao had a certain amount of Chinese ~ medical skills, he was also overjoyed in his heart. Because he returned to the world, in addition to wanting to treat more patients, forge higher medical ethics, and fulfill his long-cherished wish. In fact, he also has a wish, that is, to personally train an apprentice, even if he returns to the underworld in the future, he will be reincarnated. Then there are still their own personal disciples in the world, and then contribute more strength to medicine, which is also an important purpose of this trip.

Moreover, Bian Que is not only good at looking and hearing, but also has his own judgment on people's hearts. Qin Hao's face is calm, his bones are upright, and he has the talent and temperament of a healer, so Bian Que subconsciously regarded Qin Hao as the best candidate for his personal disciple!!

He walked to the desk, and when he was flipping through the books, he found that in a blue and red square iron box, there was a pile of old ancient books and medical techniques in threads.

Among them, Bian Que actually flipped through two medical books written by himself, "Bian Que Neijing" and "Bian Que Waijing".

"I can't imagine that my hard work can still be left to future generations." Bian Que picked up one of the "Bian Que Neijing" and flipped through it, feeling quite gratified.

However, in the process of reviewing, he found that although many of the contents are roughly the same, there are still many places, and the details are either incomplete or missing.

When he thought about it, it was likely that it was an omission in the inheritance of later generations.

"Little friend, do you have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here??" Bian Que asked.

I don't know what he's going to do, but it's not until it's useful.

However, there is no shortage of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone Qin Hao, because of the need to draw symbols, so Qin Hao bought ink pens and a lot of ink and rice paper earlier, and now it just comes in handy.

So, Qin Hao hurriedly prepared all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and spread a long roll of rice paper on the table.

Bian Que smiled and explained: "Xiaoyou, you don't have to go through so much trouble, I just saw that there are some omissions and flaws in the "Bian Que Neijing" and "Bian Que Waijing" in your iron box, and I want to revise it." ”

Bian Que is a very rigorous person, and the medical skills are particularly accurate, so seeing that these medical books are flawed because of the circulation of the times, he naturally can't let it go, so he wants to revise it.

"I see." Qin Hao then understood, walked over, and saw Bian Que start to re-open the medical books left by his grandfather, and when he saw something wrong, he paused, picked up the brush and carefully revised and remarked the mistakes. In the whole process, the medical ancestors were very serious, for fear of missing something, and because the handwriting of these medical books was smaller, it was more difficult to modify them with a brush, but Bian Que could write small characters like mosquitoes and flies, and it was very clear, and the font was beautiful and bold, quite everyone's style.

It is no wonder that when Bian Que was practicing medicine and curing diseases, he often had to write prescriptions and pharmacology for patients, and the credit of calligraphy was very good, even now, he can definitely be among the first-class calligraphers!

Qin Hao watched from the side and couldn't help but secretly marvel......

About an hour later, Bian Que finally revised the omissions in the "Bian Que Neijing" and "Bian Que Waijing", Qin Hao picked it up and flipped through it again, and found that it was really different from the original, and some places that felt jerky and incomprehensible also became suddenly enlightened, making Qin Hao's thinking suddenly open, and many places could be understood.

The more Qin Hao looked at it, the more excited he became, because he knew that the "Bian Que Neijing" and "Bian Que Waijing" in his hand were really from Bian Que's hands! is the real original. If these two books are republished, it will be a huge sensation for the Chinese ~ medical community.

"I see, and it makes sense here... It's amazing!! ”

Qin Hao thought in his heart that he would definitely make this public if he had the opportunity in the future.

Bian Que put down the brush in his hand, looked at Qin Hao's expression of dedicated study, and couldn't help but appreciate it even more, only those who really love Chinese ~ medicine are qualified to be his disciples.

"I don't know Xiaoyou, do you want to be my personal disciple?" Bian Que asked suddenly.

"Of course!" Qin Hao said without hesitation.

"Good! Then I'll accept you as a disciple! Now, as I instructed, go buy some necessary medical equipment and come back, and I will pass on my life's medical skills to you!" ”

Qin Hao was even more smiling, he even felt that this was a little unreal: I can actually become Bian Que's disciple! It's really a once-in-a-lifetime thing!!