Making Great Fortune Overnight

"So, uncle Lin, that cottage is now an empty city, and there will be no one in it. I have recruited one, but if anyone knows the inside story, I will be surprised that I use her."

"As for business, don't mention it. It's certainly not. I think doctor Xu will come back unexpectedly."

Qin Lang said with a smile. In fact, he was not melancholy about the business of bancaotang. He was just pretending to complain about his bitterness in front of Lin Shaoxiong. He felt that he was kind to Lin Shaoxiong because he always had that kind of loving look in his eyes.

In Qin Lang's eyes, this cottage is just a small dish. He thinks it's easy to play around. The ancestral mother-in-law is a person who can make the ancient times and the present bright, and let the invite Moon Palace pass on for thousands of years.

"Well, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, or I'll be too busy once the hospital gets hot."

If it wasn't for Xu Xiwen's and Sakurai Ling's emotions, Qin Lang really hoped that this cottage would be spared.

"The doctor is kind."

Lin Shaoxiong appreciated Qin Lang a little more: "Qin Lang, you are very rare."

Qin Lang waved his hand: "thank you for your appreciation."

"By the way, Qin Lang, I almost forgot to tell you one thing that Mr. Xu told me when he was in seclusion."

Lin Shaoxiong suddenly patted his head and thought of something. Then he took a piece of paper from the wheelchair interlayer and gave it to Qin Lang: "the bianque cup Chinese medicine competition once every five years will be held at the county level next Wednesday."

He added: "Mr. Xu has signed up for you, and you will remember to compete."

Qin Lang could not stop a Leng: "TCM competition?"

"Mr. Xu, what are you doing?

I'm going to take part in the TCM competition

"I'm not a doctor, as I said for a long time. Doctors are my sidelines. Oh, no, not even sidelines. Besides, it doesn't mean much to me. "

Qin Lang's idea is that no matter Chinese medicine or western medicine, as long as it can save people, he is good at medicine. Therefore, he seldom compares medical skills with others unless he has to.

Now Doctor Xu suddenly asked Qin Lang to take part in the bianque cup. Qin Lang was completely confused and did not know his intention.

"Mr. Xu said," first, let you see how far you can go, and stimulate your interest in medicine. "

Anticipating Qin Lang's reaction, Lin Shaoxiong patted the back of his hand and said with a smile: "second, I hope you can win the championship and have an official title."

"In this way, no one says you're a monk on the way, and no one says you're not a doctor."

"Bianque cup champion, not only has a place in the medical sector, but also has the opportunity to become a national treasure talent."

He encouraged Qin Lang: "Qin Lang, I think you can have a try."

Qin Lang scratched his head: "Uncle Lin, I don't need those false names. I study medicine, and it's not for the praise of others."

Qin Lang is not as good as the divine realm. Many things can be learned without a teacher. Let alone traditional Chinese medicine is the wisdom crystallization of her mother-in-law for thousands of years. Even western medicine is full of wisdom. To put it bluntly, even western medicine surgery, Qin Lang dares to do it. However, he is too lazy to do this now, and even more disdains those false titles.

"Qin Lang, I know your temperament. You don't need those things to decorate yourself."

Lin Shaoxiong, with a smile, still took his advice: "but this man, after all, is inseparable from all kinds of interpersonal relationships. Some false names can avoid a lot of trouble."

"What's more, even if you are not interested in those false names, if you become the champion of the bianque cup, bencaotang will be able to make a hit, so don't worry about customers."

"Also, Xu hopes that you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine in the future, so that he will not have any regrets after a hundred years."

"And inheritance cannot be separated from the authority and official identification."

"I think that's one of the reasons why he arranged for you to take part in the bianque cup," he added quietly

"Uncle Lin, you and old Xu want me to be gilded."

He vaguely felt that whether he took over bencaotang or took part in the bianque cup, he had a kind of intention to make himself appear.

"Gold plating is also a manifestation of ability."

Lin Shaoxiong crushed Qin Lang's last hesitation: "I think your parents should be very happy to see you become famous."

"All right."

Qin Lang exhaled a long breath, picked up the application receipt and glanced at it: "I'll join in the fun when I get there."

Qin Lang doesn't mind being a generalist.

"Ha ha ha, good boy, go, go to the Great Buddha Temple."

Lin Shaoxiong's face was gratified: "I want to let the Buddha bless you to win the championship successfully."

Half an hour later, at the great Buddhist temple, Lin Shaoxiong finished the incense and asked Qin Lang to give him some money for the perfume oil, while he was waiting outside.

Just out of the sandalwood smoke, Lin Shaoxiong's mobile phone vibrated.

He put on his Bluetooth headset and soon heard the voice of doctor Xu: "Xiao Lin, did Qin Lang agree to participate in the bianque cup?"

"He was not interested, but I persuaded him to agree."The bianque cup, once every five years, is not only a grand event in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China, but also attracts the attention of the whole China. It is highly recognized by both the people and the government.

Its gold content is no less than that of an academician.

"Good."

Doctor Xu's voice was like the wind blowing through the wasteland of the Northern Kingdom: "there is a successor of Chinese Medicine..."

After the incense, Qin Lang pushed Lin Shaoxiong down the mountain.

This time, however, there was no way back. Lin Shaoxiong asked Qin Lang to follow the stream of people down the main road.

At this time, it was nearly noon, and a small group of people who had finished the morning fragrance began to go down the mountain, or take pictures, or talk and laugh, all the way very lively.

Qin Lang and Lin Shaoxiong feel the atmosphere of fireworks, and their mood is more pleasant than ever before.

"Wow --"

just when they were halfway there, they suddenly heard the shrill cry coming from behind, getting bigger and closer.

Qin Lang subconsciously turned his head and saw a family of five coming down from the mountain.

Two old people, a young couple, and a baby of a few months.

The two old men were indifferent, the young husband was impatient, and the mother was full of anxiety, constantly coaxing the baby in her arms.

However, although the young mother tried her best to pacify her child and put a warm bottle into her, the baby kept spitting out, and the cry was always sad.

Lin Shaoxiong slightly frowned: "this cry is also too fierce?"

This cry is no less than stabbing a knife into a pig's throat.

Not only did Qin Lang think so, but the other tourists also looked at the family one by one.

Seeing that the people were curious to examine them, the mother-in-law in red raised her face and slapped her daughter-in-law: "useless things, a child can't be coaxed, and we'll eat our rice for nothing."

Look at the baby girl, or shut her up

The bald father-in-law also snorted: "if you eat rice for nothing, it's a sin in your last life to give birth to a baby girl."

"Mom and Dad, you talk less."

The young husband stopped his parents' ridicule, but then he called out to his wife: "don't you let the children shut up?

Do you want the world to see our old Zhang's jokes? "

The young mother was beaten and nearly fell down. She had a few more fingerprints on her face, but she didn't resist.

She just kept shaking the baby, hoping that the baby would stop crying.

Obviously, it took a lot of time.

Seeing this scene, several tourists frowned slightly on the road, and some mothers were even more angry. If they were not pulled by their families, they would all stand up and speak fair.

"Go, go."

Mother in red pushed her daughter-in-law: "disgraceful."

The family moved on.

Today's Buddhist temple is more lively than ever. Judging from the situation, not all the people who offer incense are from sanatoriums.