Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 246 Qualifications [20] Mo Qing: Not only do I have to write questions for you, but I also have to compile teaching materials?

"My understanding of the medical skills of the Qihuang lineage is only superficial."

"..."

Mo Qing understood.

That is to say, Gong Guangyao's own ability and the level of this test paper are already considered the limit.

It needs someone who has a better understanding of Qihuang Yimai medical skills to come.

This person happened to be Mo Qing.

Mo Qing sneered: "If I come, no one will be able to pass the test this time."

Gong Guangyao said calmly, "That's not a problem."

Mo Qing gave him a sideways look in surprise.

"This year's exam is just a trial." Gong Guangyao said, "From next year, we will publish textbooks and outlines—"

Mo Qing sneered: "Are you coming out?"

Gong Guangyao said with deep meaning: "For professional knowledge, you need to find professional people."

There was a little sarcasm on the corners of Mo Qing's lips: "You have a lot of wishful thinking."

Gong Guangyao wanted to use this exam to recruit folk doctors to the Chinese medicine community, and at the same time hoped that the medical skills of the Qihuang lineage would be spread and even integrated into the teaching system.

However, he doesn't understand the medical skills of Qihuang Yimai.

After looking around, he found Mo Qing.

The meaning is obvious: I want to prostitute for nothing.

The problem is that in the early years of Chinese medicine, even the secret recipes were not passed on to the outside world. Once they got a secret recipe, they guarded it like a family heirloom, because it was a way to make money...

Otherwise, what is the difference with selling medicine?
"With just a little bit of knowledge, I can shake up the decadent Chinese medicine community. Why do you think that I will compile these textbooks for free and share them with others?" Mo Qing asked back word by word.

Gong Guangyao paused for a moment: "Since you are a descendant of the medical sage, maybe you have heard of the ten prescriptions handed down by her?"

A look of interest flashed across Mo Qing's eyes.

Gong Guangyao caught it keenly, and seized the opportunity to say: "As long as you agree, I have two cards in my hand, and I can give you both. In addition, the education background of bachelor, master, doctor, job after graduation, and all the resources I can use for you , it’s all up to you.”

This condition is very attractive.

However, for Mo Qing...

That's it.

Mo Qing memorized the prescriptions that so many people would want to die, and could write them down easily.

Education, work, resources.

Mo Qing was not interested.

"I'll think about it." Mo Qing changed his words when he was on the verge of speaking.

"how long?"

"When will the test questions be determined?"

"At the end of this month."

"Then I'll reply to you when the time comes." Mo Qing's tone was light.

Gong Guangyao pondered for a while, with hope in his eyes, he nodded and said, "Okay."

*
At 07:30, Mo Qing left Gong Guangyao's office and left the medical school building.

Although Gong Guangyao's conditions were not very good, she did start to consider the feasibility of "writing test questions and writing textbooks".

She learned the medical skills of the Qihuang lineage, took the essence and discarded the dross, and developed a set of her own medical theories.

System induction had never been thought of before.

Perhaps, take this opportunity...

Not bad?

Thinking of this, Mo Qing wanted to go to the cafeteria to have dinner, but halfway there, a familiar Volkswagen stopped beside her.

The window fell slowly.

The night wind was slightly hot, and the mottled tree shadows swayed gently, falling on the man in the car.

He was wearing a fine tailored white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows.He put his elbows on the window sill, revealing his sturdy little arms, the lines of which were a little hazy in the dim light.

He poked his head out slightly, and a shadow of a tree flicked across his eyebrows.

He asked, "Where are you going?"

The corners of Mo Qing's mouth twitched slightly: "What are you doing here?"

"Part-time job after get off work, I just sent a teacher over." Jiang Ke's lips curled slightly, like a rich second generation driving a luxury car, "Going for a drive?"

"..."

Mo Qing hesitated for a while.

Then, she went around the front of the car, came to the passenger door, pulled the door, and sat in.

"You haven't finished that serial killer mission yet?" Mo Qing slammed the door shut and asked with a frown.

Jiang Ke said calmly, "It's the first time I've received an order today."

Mo Qing: "..."

Good guy.

Still just opened.

Jiang Ke started the car without closing the windows, and the warm evening wind from outside blew in, messing Mo Qing's hair.

Mo Qing brushed her hair back with one hand.

"Where are you going?" Mo Qing asked.

"have you eaten?"

"No."

Jiang Ke said casually: "Then take you to dinner."

Mo Qing reckoned that he was just too busy.

When Jiang Ke didn't need to play the role of boss, his hobbies and tastes were quite down-to-earth, and there was a real smoke and fire on his body, which lacked a bit of arrogance and aloofness.

Therefore, when Jiang Ke drove a Volkswagen and took Mo Qing to the barbecue restaurant on the street as a taxi driver, Mo Qing was extremely calm.

No waves.

Jiang Ke wore high-end shirts from local stalls, rolled up his sleeves, sat on the bench, skillfully took a paper menu from the waiter, and handed it to Mo Qing.

"It's been almost a week, and your mission has just started." Mo Qing glanced at the menu while chatting, "What have you been up to lately?"

"It's close to the Wen family."

The menu was frozen, and Mo Qing raised his eyelids, and his eyes overflowed from the upper edge of the menu, and glanced at Jiang Ke.

She asked, "Which Wen family?"

"Just that Wen family." Jiang Ke said lightly.

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

The night was dark and the streets were noisy.

Outside the barbecue restaurant, there are several tables randomly placed, almost full of people.

Jiang Ke and Mo Qing sat in it.

No one pays attention.

Jiang Ke put his elbows on the table, leaned forward slightly, and said in a neutral tone: "I suspect that the people who made trouble in the taxi are related to the Wen family."

(End of this chapter)