I was a god in the 18th century

"How are you, Qingdai, are you feeling comfortable?" Yan's mother, who had one more eyelash transplant procedure than Xia Qingdai, slowly walked out, looked at the girl sitting in the hall, drinking hot drinks and waiting, and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's quite comfortable. Thank you, auntie."

"Thank you for nothing, as long as you like it." Then he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Xia Qingdai, "This is Auntie's secondary card. Take it, you can come anytime you want."

"It's really not necessary!" Xia Qingdai put her hands behind her back and said no, "Auntie, actually I have to prepare for the college entrance examination and don't have time to come to a place like this. I appreciate your kindness. Thank you."

"Okay." Seeing that Xia Qingdai really didn't want it and was definitely not being polite, Yan's mother gave up and said, "Let's go to the Chinese medicine clinic next door to see Xiaoxian. He should be fine too. By the way, are you there? What kind of discomforts are there like dysmenorrhea? Liang, the Chinese medicine practitioner next door, is one of our own and is very good at treating these."

Xia Qingdai shook her head: "No, I'm pretty normal."

She only gets her period every three months, and for the first few years she thought she was abnormal. Later, when Xia Shanglu's discarded mobile phone enabled her to check information online, she realized that this was normal, and she stopped caring about this matter.

As for dysmenorrhea, which is very common among girls, she was quite lucky and did not encounter it.

However, it doesn’t hurt to go to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Xia Qingdai’s goal in the future is to become a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, carry forward Chinese traditional medicine methods, and not let the intangible cultural heritage treasures be robbed by foot pot chickens.

As the daughter of a martyr, she, like Xia Shanglu, has a high level of consciousness. After all, she has enjoyed the state's pension and preferential treatment since she was a child.

At this time, the traditional Chinese medicine clinic has closed its door, leaving only a side door for people to enter and exit.

Mother Yan walked in with Xia Qingdai familiarly, said hello to the man in the white coat who was sorting medicinal materials inside, and then took Xia Qingdai directly to the second floor.

Cupping and massage have naturally been completed long ago, and Yan Shixian is now chatting with an old Chinese doctor inside.

Seeing his mother and Xia Qingdai coming together, he stood up and said, "Mom, Qingdai, are you okay?"

He stepped forward to look at his mother again and said, "Not bad, Mom. She looks more radiant after taking care of herself."

"Really? You are so sweet." Mother Yan responded with a smile, and then said to the old Chinese doctor, "Uncle Third, this is the child who refused to give up saving Xiaoxian last time when his heart stopped. His name is Xia Qingdai."

"Qingdai, this is Dr. Liang, Xiaoxian's third uncle. This Chinese medicine clinic belongs to him."

Xia Qingdai smiled and said hello: "Hello, Dr. Liang."

"Okay. Come, take two pieces of donkey-hide gelatin ointment to replenish blood and replenish qi." Liang, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, looked at Xia Qingdai's face and nodded slightly.

Not only is he a Chinese medicine doctor, he also knows a little bit about physiognomy.

The girl in front of me has beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, a plump chin, and thick beading. She has a very blessed face.

Xia Qingdai said politely, but did not actually reach out to pick up the cakes on the coffee table.

Yan's mother stepped forward to greet the old Chinese medicine doctor, while Xia Qingdai stood next to Yan Shixian, silently looking at the layout of the physical therapy room.

This room is very big, and it smells like medicine.

There are Chinese coffee tables and chairs against the wall on the right, with a very professional-looking tea set on them. In the middle are a few single beds similar to those in a beauty salon. The four walls are covered with pictures of the twelve meridians and acupuncture points of the human body. , Ziwu Liuzhu diagram, human skeletal muscle diagram, etc.

While silently looking at the acupuncture point map and mentally comparing it with the acupuncture points she had seen, Yan Shixian's arm suddenly gave her a gentle push.

She suddenly came back to her senses and looked at others with her big clear eyes.

Mother Yan smiled at Xia Qingdai: "This child looks at these acupoint maps so seriously. Does he like Chinese medicine?"

Xia Qingdai nodded: "Well, I want to take the exam to major in Chinese medicine." Liang, an old Chinese medicine doctor, said with a smile: "It's good to study Chinese medicine. How are your results? Is there any hope of getting admitted to Jiangnan University?"

Xia Qingdai said modestly: "It's okay."

Yan Shixian helped her explain: "In this first test, she scored 399 points. She ranked first in the province in English, first in the class in overall scores, and fifth in the school. She has no problem getting into Jiangnan University."

"This score is good. You can try to get admitted to Jiangnan University's medical school."

Xia Qingdai smiled and said: "It's too early to say this now, we still have to work hard."

"I know first aid when I'm just in high school, and I even saved Xiaoxian's life. I'm brave and careful, and have good qualifications. Do you know any of these acupuncture points?" Liang, the old Chinese medicine doctor, saw that Xia Qingdai was interested in the acupuncture point map, so he couldn't help but ask.

Xia Qingdai now has a strong memory, and because of the internal circulation of Qi in her body, she knows all the acupoints on the human body very well. At this time, comparing it with the acupuncture point map on the wall, it is no different from the enlightenment. There is nothing else I don’t know.

So she pursed her lips and smiled and said: "It's not bad, I know a little bit."

"Oh, have you learned it before?"

"Taught myself a little bit."

After hearing this, Mr. Liang, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, suddenly became more kind, and said with a smile: "Then I will test you."

Then he asked Xia Qingdai a few questions about acupuncture points, and Xia Qingdai pointed them out one by one without even glancing at the wall.

"Okay, okay, you are a good candidate for learning acupuncture. Xiaoxia, right? If you are really determined to learn Chinese medicine, when the college entrance examination is over, come to my Chinese medicine clinic and learn from me."

What does it mean to follow and learn? Should I be an in-house disciple or an outside disciple? No matter what, if you follow closely and learn, you are a disciple.

You won’t be able to master Chinese medicine by taking a large course in school. The most important thing is to copy the prescriptions from the master. All hospitals also recognize the master-disciple inheritance system of Chinese medicine.

At this moment, the old Chinese doctor Liang suddenly threw a big pie at Xia Qingdai, which stunned her. For a moment, I didn't know whether to be polite or not, so I quickly seized the opportunity and agreed.

At this moment, the phone rang. Xia Qingdai picked up the phone and saw that it was Xia Shanglu.

"Sorry, Mr. Liang, let me take a call. It's from my brother."

Everyone made a gesture to let her do what she wanted, Xia Qingdai picked up the phone, and Xia Shanglu asked her on the other end if she was home.

"Not yet, I'm about to leave."

"Are there any classmates traveling with you? My brother will be busy all night tonight and won't be able to pick you up."

"Oh, I can do it myself. It's about the same time as the next night's self-study. It's okay."

"Okay, go back early. The later it is, the less safe it will be."

"Well, I know."

After Xia Qingdai's call was over, Yan's mother saw that it was getting late, so she said goodbye to the old Chinese medicine doctor Liang. She also thanked Xia Qingdai for his promise to study medicine with him, and then pushed Yan Shixian to leave. .

Yan Shixian, who is a few months older than Xia Qingdai, is also an adult. He has obtained his driver's license, has driven on the road several times, and his driving skills are even better than his mother's.

Xia Qingdai was still a little confused until she walked out of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic and sat in the back seat of Yan Shixian's car.

Will she accept this kindness?