Ying Shao is a Girl

"But Grandpa Wu..."

Wu Huajiang waved his hand, indicating that he should stop talking.

"Although there are children in my Wu family who are suitable for studying Chinese medicine, their qualifications are not as good as yours. Today, Chinese medicine is not as good as before and is on the decline. I hope that one day Chinese medicine can shine again, regain its glory, and live up to the ancient traditions of our ancestors. The wisdom..."

"Xiao Che, are you willing to be my apprentice? Learn Chinese medicine from me."

Wu Huajiang's attitude was very sincere and he did not act like an old man at all.

"I……"

Ling Yiche shook his head.

"Grandpa Wu, I may not have time to learn Chinese medicine from you. I came here to quit my job here. I'm afraid it will be a waste of your efforts."

Ling Yiche loves Chinese medicine from the bottom of his heart, and working here is one of the few happy moments in his life.

Each plant has its own characteristics.

Every medicinal ingredient has its own mission.

They use the essence of their own efforts to nourish countless generations of people who have thrived in the world.

However, he had no choice. He had to fight for his livelihood and his mother, and he did not want to waste Wu Huajiang's hard work.

Hearing this, Wu Huajiang smiled.

"Xiao Che, I can see that you also like Chinese medicine. No matter what happens to you, don't you want to pursue what you like?"

Ling Yiche was slightly stunned.

"What do you... like?"

"Yes, you can come here to study on weekends. The old man won't mind. You are highly qualified. As long as you work hard, you can be dozens of times better than others."

Ling Yiche lowered his head, his eyes were dim and unclear, with light and darkness intertwined.

Suddenly, he knelt down towards Wu Huajiang and said solemnly: "Master, please accept my disciple's bow!"

He kowtowed three times.

"Okay...ok..."

Wu Huajiang quickly helped Ling Yiche up.

"From now on, I will teach you everything I have as a teacher. As long as you work hard, you can achieve great things."

"Disciples must remember their master's teachings."

"In the more than two years since you have been here, you have become very familiar with medicinal materials. You can also solve common minor illnesses and have accumulated some practical experience. However, your theoretical foundation is still weak. I have selected a few books for you to take back and read. Look, if you don’t understand, come and ask me.”

"I will teach you systematic Chinese medicine later."

Wu Huajiang handed Ling Yiche several books such as "A Brief Introduction to Medical Principles", "True Biography of Medical Principles", "Medical Methods", and "Essential Treatise on Febrile Diseases".

Ling Yiche thanked Wu Huajiang, then turned and left Huarentang.

Wu Huajiang watched Ling Yiche's back disappear from sight.

His decision to take Ling Yiche as his disciple was not a whim, but the result of long-term investigation and careful consideration.

To practice Chinese medicine, qualifications are important, but moral character is also indispensable.

Ling Yiche had both, so Wu Huajiang was very satisfied and wanted to accept him as his disciple.

Wu Huajiang looked at a yellowed black and white photo on the bookshelf and murmured: "Old man, I'm looking forward to the day when Chinese medicine makes a comeback..."

The old man was getting older, and his eyes were moist as only old people could. However, his eyes were not cloudy at all, but crystal clear and shimmering.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yiche quit several part-time jobs, leaving only a part-time job as a waiter at Diqing Bar.

This job usually starts at nine o'clock in the evening, and it does not affect the time he can work at Shunhua Villa. Furthermore, he also needs a job to support himself and his mother.

Diqing's job remuneration is also very good, and with Shengdilan's generous scholarship, life is pretty good.

Although he had tens of millions of debts at this time, he did not feel the depression of the past, and even felt very relaxed.

Ling Yiche smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head. Maybe he was stupid. He owed Ying Junchu millions of dollars in debt and still felt vaguely happy.