Reading through the book: The evil first wife of the first assistant family is a miracle doctor

Her disciple?

Seeing Lu Liang's expression of disbelief and hint of expectation, Ye Qianqian seemed to understand a little bit.

"My master is dead. Now I am the only one in my master's sect. Back then..."

Ye Qianqian began to make up a story.

"The master said that you either don't practice medicine in your life, or once you practice medicine, you are not allowed to back down."

"Healing the wounded and saving lives, medical skills are benevolent, and studying medicine has never been just a means of making money and making a living."

"My master has great love in his heart, and his lifelong wish is to make this world free of illness and disease, and to make the world free of disease."

"Although I can't be as boundless in love as Master, I can still do my best and write a few recipes to save people. Master will only be happy."

In fact, Ye Qianqian was not talking nonsense.

She comes from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, and her grandfather taught her medical skills.

Grandpa is a well-known good doctor, and he taught her this way since she was a child.

Later, my grandfather got cancer. When he died, thousands of people saw him off.

She turned to Western medicine and tried to find a way to overcome cancer based on the combination of Chinese and Western medicine.

Her grandfather is her master, that's right.

After what she said, Lu Liang was completely stunned.

Isn't this his dream when he was young?

Traveling all over the world, his reputation as a doctor spread far and wide, practicing the art of benevolence and saving lives and healing the wounded.

He does not seek help from the rich and powerful, but only brings hope to the poor people all over the world.

His name will go down in history and his reputation will last forever.

But later, when he was unable to seek medical treatment anywhere, and was framed and kicked out of the hospital for stealing his skills, he realized that he was naive and stupid.

I don’t dare to think about it anymore.

Until now, he heard such remarks.

Is there really such a doctor in the world?

Ye Qianqian looked at Lu Liang, who was shaking his beard and about to cry.

What happened to this old man?

It felt like I had been greatly wronged.

"Excuse me, which sect do you study under?"

"Uh...China."

"Chinese faction, Chinese faction... please accept Lu Liang as your disciple!"

After Lu Liang recited silently for a few times, he knelt down in front of Ye Qianqian without any warning.

"Lu Liang is stupid, but he is diligent and down-to-earth, and will never be lazy. I hope you can accept me as your disciple. From now on, I will clean and do chores, and I will do everything in front of you..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Uncle Lu, what are you doing? Get up quickly. If you want to learn medical skills, I will teach you. You don't need to be an apprentice."

At such an old age, he came to kneel to her.

Life is not lost at all.

Brother Lin was standing by, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, and he had no intention of feeling sorry for himself.

Uncle Lu, want to be my sister-in-law’s apprentice?

Is her medical skill really that good?

However, Lu Liang couldn't live or die and had to become Ye Qianqian's apprentice.

Ye Qianqian hid aside, and he knelt down and turned around.

This caused Brother Lin to hide and hide.

"Uncle Lu, please stop making trouble here. I still have to cook and prepare medicine for my mother. If you are fine, go back!"

"I'm here, I'm here, what kind of medicine do you want to prepare? I have some. If I don't have any, I'll go to the city to get it!" Lu Liang's eyes lit up.

Terrible!

"Okay, I'll give you a recipe and see if Uncle Lu has any medicinal materials. Let's make an agreement first. We don't have any money right now. Let's take it on credit!"

"Wait." Lu Liang finally got up and ran out.

He quickly brought the broken medicine box in and took out paper and pen.

No matter that her body was covered with dirt and her eyes were glowing green, she looked like a piece of fragrant pork.

"You say."

Ye Qianqian: "...9 grams of pinellia ternata, 9 grams of skullcap, 9 grams of dangshen, 9 grams of dried ginger, 9 grams of licorice, 3 grams of coptis, and 10 grams of jujube."

"This prescription is mainly used to treat spleen and stomach deficiency, epigastric distension, heartburn and hiccups."

Lu Liang remembered: "There are not even half of them, I will go to the city to catch them!"

......

Anyang City, Wenyuan Book Store.

Su Moyang signed a contract with the bookstore owner Dong Wenyuan and agreed to complete and hand over two more books within three months.

The bookstore paid 60 taels of silver in advance.

After signing the agreement, Su Moyang walked around the bookstore again and chose a book.

"Historical Records of the State of Yan - Ghosts and Gods"

These books were all worthless miscellaneous books. They were usually thrown in the corner and no one cared about them. Dong Wenyuan simply gave them to him.

I couldn't help but think: No wonder the erudition has even dabbled in these books that are not on the table.

After Su Moyang thanked him and left, the nephew of the bookstore owner was speechless.

"Uncle, everyone else has 10 taels of silver each for you, but you only give him 20 taels, which is twice as much as others."

"Mo Hai, do you know who he is?"

"Su Moyang, a student from Wanbo Academy, oh, he was also the top student in the academy's quarterly exam last time."

Their Wenyuan Bookstore is very open, and many students come here to buy books. He has long heard about it from other students.

"You're right, but you still don't know enough."

Dong Wenyuan stroked his beard, his eyes full of shrewdness.

"He is also the most valued student by Dean Chang Song."

"Chang Song once served in the Imperial College and was praised by the late emperor many times. His knowledge and vision far surpassed others."

"The person he praised last time was Wenzhou. Now he has become the Minister of Taipusi Temple. And now, he values ​​Su Moyang more than Wenzhou."

How did he know?

This was the last time I ate at Honglai Restaurant. Sitting in the next room were Chang Song, the dean of Wanbo Academy, and the wife of professor Su Moyang.

It was Su Moyang that the two were talking about.

Chang Song spoke very highly of him. Although he didn't clearly point it out in his words, he meant that he was a prime minister whose talent was rare to see in a century.

"How did uncle know?"

They couldn't get along with that kind of person, so where did they get the news?

Dong Wenyuan laughed and patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"Learn from your uncle!"

This bookstore, when he took it over from his father, was only slightly profitable, but now it has more than doubled in size. There is a reason for that.

Chang Song was a low-key person and didn't go out easily. He had been following him for a year and followed him more than ten times before he came across such an opportunity.

Looking at the new book in his hand.

The font is strong and the pen is powerful and graceful.

The content inside is even more rare, innovative and unique.

Regardless of his future fortune, the value of this book alone is worth 20 taels of silver.

If he becomes famous in the future, then this book will rise as the tide rises, and we still don’t know what value it will be worth.

He had to keep it first, it was a rare commodity, so there was no rush.

After Su Moyang got the money, he asked someone about the Yinzi shop where Zou Hansan was.

Zou Hansan was also surprised, and his tone was neither negative nor positive: "He is indeed a famous talent. He has collected money so quickly."

His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and he was chewing a piece of chicken leg in his mouth.

Looking at people is very uncomfortable.

Su Moyang didn't say much, checked the real deed, put it away, and returned the 50 taels of silver.

"Farewell."

"Su Moyang, take care of your wife and don't risk your own future."

"Don't bother."

Zou Hansan stared at him coldly as he walked out the door, almost wanting to penetrate his straight back.

"Hmph...a dog that bites doesn't bark."

He will definitely be a tough guy from now on.

Or don't move.

Or, get rid of them before they are fully fledged.