The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao paused, thinking that he had failed to pay the fare. He opened his phone and looked at it. He bent down and showed the payment page to the driver.

"Master, it has been paid."

"I know I know."

The uncle driver smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the market in front and said:

"I want to remind you that there are many half-baked drug dealers here who sell adulterated medicines and deceive young people like you who don't know the medicine. You should buy it from a store with a lot of people. Don't be fooled!"

Tang Jiao was a little surprised and smiled gratefully.

"Understood, thank you."

The girl was pretty, pretty and polite, and everyone liked her. The driver happily waved his hand and said you're welcome, and then drove away.

Now the wind became lighter, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a few areas of bright white skylight.

The storm of dark clouds and strong winds just now seemed to be a fake move to scare people. People on the road who were in a hurry to get home before the rain came slowed down again.

Tang Jiao's sad and gloomy mood was gradually diluted by this series of unfamiliar kindness.

She breathed a sigh of relief, hooked her thumbs on the small satchel chain that was slung across her chest, and walked forward. After taking a few steps, she smelled the strong aroma of herbs.

Walking through the high stone arch at the entrance of the market, the ground along the road is filled with various stalls.

Use snakeskin bags or transparent bags to simply lay them on the ground. On them are various kinds of hay, trees and vines, as well as many fresh mountain products.

Most of the stall owners are middle-aged and elderly people, with dark skin, simple clothes, and a natural and reliable temperament that has just come from the mountains to collect herbs.

It was the weekend, there were a lot of people coming and going, and the shouting was very lively.

"Fangshan ginseng, freshly dug Fangshan ginseng."

"Three branches of nine-leaf branched grass, used to brew wine~"

"Phnom Penh Ganoderma lucidum, sister, look at the Phnom Penh Ganoderma lucidum that just came down the mountain!"

"Come on, little girl, take a look at this wild honey. It's beautifying and nourishing. The bee eggs can also be fried and eaten. It's delicious!"

An old man wearing a straw hat and a dark blue shirt picked up an oval honeycomb that was larger than a jackfruit and sold it to Tang Jiao.

His thick black fingers also pulled out a fat white worm from the hole of the hive. The old man smiled with white teeth and handed it to Tang Jiao:

"Look at this chubby one. It's of excellent quality and highly nutritious! It's most suitable for you young girls."

The squirming big meat worm was thicker than Tang Jiao's little finger, almost reaching under her eyelids, and its two black-spotted eyes were eye to eye with hers.

Tang Jiao's eyes were straight, and his soul was out of his body. He barely managed to control himself from screaming and retreating ten meters.

Natural enemy! ! !

All squirming soft-bodied creatures are her natural enemies!

Just one look at it makes your whole body goosebumps.

Tang Jiao clutched the shoulder bag chain tightly, looked away quickly as if his eyes were being burned, leaned back, and said stiffly:

"No, thanks."

She took two steps away, and quickly walked away amidst the persistent sales pitch from the man behind her.

It wasn't until she walked more than ten meters that she let out a breath of fear, turned around and glanced at the man who was enthusiastically selling to the next potential customer, and rubbed her arms fiercely.

He raised his feet and turned around to continue forward, when he bumped into a soft body.

Take a closer look.

What a coincidence, I am an acquaintance.

"Tang Jiao? Why are you here?"

Ye Xuewei crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Seeing that Tang Jiao looked a little strange, he looked behind her and found nothing special.

Tang Jiao took a step back and said hello to her.

"Ye Xuewei."

Although she and Ye Xuewei were classmates, as she and Wan Meimei said, they were in their fourth year of college and still miraculously had not communicated with each other.

At most it was just a nod.

Ye Xuewei is beautiful, with three-dimensional facial features and a somewhat cold and arrogant personality. It is said that her parents are both professors at Beijing University.

She has excellent grades and is a person who has high demands on herself. Although she is not high-profile in the class, she is definitely noticeable.

As a desperate man, Tang Jiao was cold and distant, but she was arrogant and unmatched. The two of them never had any festivals or competitions, but they were always discussed and compared together, as if they were as powerful as fire and water.

Thanks to Wan Meimei's frequent neglect of her duties, Tang Jiao has heard many outrageous rumors.

However, she did not have any disagreements with Ye Xuewei. Just like now, she happened to bump into each other outside and could exchange a few pleasantries between classmates in a peaceful manner.

Tang Jiao smiled lightly and said, "What a coincidence."

Ye Xuewei also twitched her lips, glanced around, and said suspiciously:

"Are you also studying pharmacology?"

The head-on confrontation between the volume kings has begun.

It is said that studying medicine is a truly never-ending road. Although it is divided into different professional directions, in fact, the knowledge system between different medical majors is very closely connected.

In short, this is: learn everything!I can’t finish learning, I can’t finish learning at all!

And the clinical medicine they study in is one of the hardest hit areas, and the road is long and long! ! !

Surgery, internal medicine, physiology, pathology, pharmacology, biochemistry and molecular biology, anatomy, pathophysiology... are all lined up, waiting for the poor clinical child to be favored.

Moreover, each subject is like a towering tree with infinite branches. The amount of knowledge contained in it is as vast as the ocean, the ocean!

A clinical medical student who pursues his goals must naturally exert his subjective initiative in learning, regard himself as a huge sponge, and absorb knowledge crazily. As long as he cannot die from learning, he will learn it to the death!

As the top soldiers who win scholarships every year, Tang Jiao and Ye Xuewei are absolutely uncompromising in this regard, and they can be called the kings of rolls among kings of rolls.

Therefore, Ye Xuewei's first reaction when she bumped into Tang Jiao in the largest medicinal market in Jingzhou was: She must be secretly practicing again!

Tang Jiao quickly realized what Ye Xuewei meant, and unconsciously thought of what Wan Meimei had said, feeling a little funny.

She shook her head and said honestly: "I came here to buy some medicinal materials."

Ye Xuewei was relatively tall among girls, with a three-dimensional cold and arrogant face. She stood in front of Tang Jiao with her arms folded, looking a bit domineering.

She lowered her eyes slightly and scrutinized Tang Jiao's expression, as if to see if she was telling lies.

There is a kind of person who says in front of others that he has been playing all day without reading a book, but secretly he wants to stay up all night until the early morning. This is hypocritical.

However, the look on Tang Jiao's face was so pure and clean that it made people lose their temper.

"Ok."

Ye Xuewei put down her hand, as if she had lost interest, waved her delicate hand, and said softly: "Let's go."

After saying that, he didn't care about Tang Jiao anymore. He moved his skirt slightly and walked away sideways.

Tang Jiao smiled and shook his head. He clicked on his phone and Xiao Jingchuan's message popped up.