I don't want to be a doctor either.

"What are you thinking? That's my thesis, your teacher's, not yours." Huang Qiuling said unhappily, "But your name will be mentioned at that time - such and such idea comes from my disciple Jingyu."

When Jingyu first heard that there was no money, he was a little disappointed. But then he heard that he could leave his name on the paper and that the teacher described it so vividly, he instantly became excited again. Just kidding, this is the paper of a national academician. All the ideas that he can quote in the paper must be of great significance.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Jingyu made some bad noises. There was nothing he could do, he was really too excited.

"You...you kid, are you really so excited?" Huang Qiuling said speechlessly.

"Teacher, shouldn't I be so excited? You are a national academician, maybe you are the most awesome person I will ever meet in my life. Even if your paper cannot be passed down through the ages, it will surely be circulated for decades. And now you are going to quote me in your paper, which means that in the future many people will read your paper. While praising you, they will also have to praise me, their 'disciple'. Maybe I will become famous all over the country in an instant!" Jing Yu talked excitedly. Famous all over the country, what does that mean? He has been an unknown person for nearly 30 years, and he dreams of becoming famous.

Jingyu felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea of ​​"wanting to be famous". It was just like a book he read in his previous life. The author was also a great writer. He also mentioned in the article that he wanted to be famous and make his mother proud of him.

The purpose of life is to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. After being well fed and clothed, what we hope for is fame and fortune. What's the problem?

"Tsk, now that you mention it, let me put myself in your shoes. Don't tell me, it's really cool!" Huang Qiuling thought for a while and said in agreement.

"Isn't it~" Jingyu suddenly felt that he had met this teacher whom he had just met not long ago.

"What a pity, what a pity. After all, I am a national academician. I can only think about the happiness you mentioned. I can never really experience it... Hehehehehehe..." At the end, Huang Qiuling laughed.

"Ah this..." Forget it, just pretend that I don't have this teacher.

"You kid..." Huang Qiuling's tone became serious again: "I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to be more worldly. First you talked about money, and then you wanted to be famous."

Jingyu's heart suddenly shuddered when he heard that, as if he had gotten a little carried away. It seemed that the parallel Jingyu had always been... had always been the kind of person who was indifferent to fame and fortune?

"People change..." Jingyu said cautiously.

"Well, that's the case, and being worldly is not a bad thing at all, it's just... it would be better if you changed earlier..." Huang Qiuling's voice became a little low as he spoke.

Huang Qiuling didn't continue talking. Jingyu didn't know what he was referring to, but from his lost tone, he seemed to be able to guess something.

Perhaps Huang Qiuling had once promised Pingxing Jingyu something, but Pingxing Jingyu, who was "indifferent to fame and fortune", was unmoved.

This is most likely the case. Pingxing Jingyu's diary mentioned more than once that Huang Qiuling and Lu Tianran both wanted him to stay in Kyoto, but in fact he still stubbornly returned to Shuicheng.

Thinking of this, Jingyu became more and more puzzled about Parallel Jingyu's behavior. Even though he had probably guessed Parallel Jingyu's knot before, he still thought that returning to Water City was not the best choice. Whether he wanted to be a good doctor with an upright character or to reduce some of the cost of medicine and medical care for the benefit of the people through research, he did not have to return to Water City. He could also achieve it in Kyoto, and it might be more efficient. Not to mention that Kyoto also had a mentor who wanted him to stay and a senior sister who took good care of him. He really didn't understand why Parallel Jingyu was so determined to return to Water City.

"Teacher, I'm sorry..." Jing Yu said this sentence inexplicably, and he himself didn't know why he said this.

Huang Qiuling, who was thousands of miles away, fell silent after hearing these words. His hand holding the red wine glass began to tremble continuously. Then he raised his head, blinked continuously, and felt a sour feeling in his nose.

After a long time, Huang Qiuling finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and said in a somewhat lonely voice: "Xiao Yu, come back..."

Huang Qiuling's old voice suddenly made Jingyu feel sad. He had not thought about the happy conversation before, but now he realized that the academician was really old. According to the diary, Huang Qiuling was already close to 70 years old. People of this age value family affection more, but the old man had no children. Rumor has it that he died in the war more than 40 years ago...

But it was difficult for Jingyu to respond, because he was not really Parallel Jingyu, and this master-disciple relationship did not really belong to him after all.

And his ambition in this life is not to study elven medicine after all...

Seeing that Jingyu didn't say anything, Huang Qiuling continued, "Xiaoyu, I know everything. You are not having a good time in Shuicheng..." Then Huang Qiuling's voice gradually became angry: "My apprentice, Huang Qiuling's, one of the young doctors with the highest medical level in China, has been an intern in Shuicheng, that remote place, for nearly a year!" Huang Qiuling's voice was choked at the end.

"Really, Xiaoyu, I can't stand it anymore! Come back!"

"Teacher..." Hearing the old man's somewhat sad voice, Jingyu, who was on the other side of the phone, couldn't help but feel a little moved. It turned out that this teacher had been paying attention to Pingxing Jingyu's situation. He sighed, Pingxing Jingyu, if you were in the afterlife... No, if you knew this situation, would you regret your original decision?

"Teacher, don't be too anxious. I believe Xiaoyu understands everything. Just give him some time, okay?" A somewhat cold but earnest female voice came from the phone. Coldness was the overall tone of her voice, while her words were earnest. I think the owner of this voice is Lu Tianran, the senior sister of Pingxing Jingyu.

"Yeah..." Huang Qiuling sniffed, calmed down for a while, and said in a relaxed tone: "Anyway, you kid, remember this, don't be like a stone in the toilet. If you ever figure it out, just go back... Go back to Kyoto and kneel for ten days or half a month. Maybe when I feel better, I will forgive you!"

Jing Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this: "Okay, okay, I get it."

"Well, the strange disease you encountered was because..." Huang Qiuling was about to explain to Jingyu, but suddenly stopped, and then said unhappily: "Master will mail you some medicine, you give it to that kid's spirit, and I guarantee that he will be fine."

"Oh." Jing Yu nodded, but curiosity got the better of him: "Teacher, your medicine..."

"I won't tell you!" Huang Qiuling answered like an old child again.

"Ah this..." Jingyu was speechless.

"Who are you? Why should I tell you?" Huang Qiuling asked knowingly.

"I'm your apprentice!" Jing Yu knew it was a trap, but he had to fall into it.

"Oh, so you are my apprentice. How come I didn't know that I had such a disobedient apprentice?" Huang Qiuling snorted coldly.

Well, he started to complain. There was no other way. He had to listen. Jingyu shook his head helplessly. The academician was scolding him, but others wanted to be scolded but couldn't. He could only comfort himself like this.

"I was so low at that time... I tried so hard to persuade you to stay in Kyoto, but what happened to you? The more I talk, the angrier I get!" Huang Qiuling said angrily while blowing his beard and glaring, "Anyway, before you return to Kyoto, don't even think about getting anything out of me!"

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

"Well, if you have nothing else to do, get out of here."

"There is one more thing, teacher. I beg you to do me a favor and give me some guidance!" Jing Yu said shamelessly and pitifully.

"Hmph!" Huang Qiuling snorted coldly, unwilling to say more.

"Teacher, only you who are knowledgeable and talented can answer this question!" Jing Yu begged again.

"Hmph! What's the matter?" Huang Qiuling felt that it was rare to hear such words from this kid, so his mood was not too bad.

"If, I mean if..." Jingyu thought about the wording.

"Let go!"

"Oh, if there is a fire-attributed Pokémon who has a strange disease and cannot use any moves..."