Kneeling and begging our ancestors to be a good man Chapter 246 Qualifications [20] Mo Qing: Not only do I have to give you questions, but I also have to compile textbooks?
Chapter 246 Qualifications [20] Mo Qing: Not only do I have to give you questions, but I also have to compile textbooks?
"My understanding of Qihuang's medical skills is only superficial."
"..."
Mo Qing finally understood.
In other words, Gong Guangyao's own ability and the level of this test paper are already at their limit.
We need someone who has a better understanding of Qihuang's medical skills.
This person happened to be Mo Qing.
Mo Qing sneered: "If I come, I'm afraid no one will be able to pass the test this time."
Gong Guangyao said calmly: "That's not a bad idea."
Mo Qing glanced at him in surprise.
"This year's exam is just a trial." Gong Guangyao said, "Starting next year, we will publish textbooks and syllabus——"
Mo Qing sneered: "Are you coming?"
Gong Guangyao said meaningfully: "Professional knowledge requires professional people."
There was a hint of sarcasm on Mo Qing's lips: "You're so confident in your wishful thinking."
Gong Guangyao wanted to use this exam to recruit private doctors to the traditional Chinese medicine community. He also hoped that the medical skills of the Qihuang lineage could be spread and even integrated into the teaching system.
However, he does not understand the medical skills of Qihuang lineage.
After searching around, I found it on Mo Qing.
The meaning is obvious: I want to have sex for free.
The problem is that in the early years of Chinese medicine, even the secret recipe was not shared with others. Once they got a secret recipe, they would protect it as a family heirloom because it was a way to make money...
Otherwise, what's the difference between them and those selling medicine?
"I can shake up the decadent traditional Chinese medicine community with just a little bit of knowledge. What makes you think that I will compile these free teaching materials and share them with others?" Mo Qing asked word for word.
Gong Guangyao paused: "Since you are a descendant of the Medical Saint, maybe you have heard of the ten prescriptions passed down by her?"
A flash of interest flashed in Mo Qing's eyes.
Gong Guangyao caught it keenly and seized the opportunity to say: "As long as you agree, I can give you two of the two I have in my hand. In addition, my bachelor's, master's and doctoral degrees, my job after graduation, and all the resources I can provide to you."
, it’s all up to you.”
These conditions are quite attractive.
However, for Mo Qing...
That's it.
There were so many prescriptions that many people wanted to die for, but Mo Qing knew them by heart and could write them down easily.
Education, jobs, resources.
Mo Qing wasn't even interested.
"I'll think about it." When the words came to his lips, Mo Qing changed his words.
"how long?"
"When will the test questions be determined?"
"At the end of this month."
"Then I'll get back to you when the time comes." Mo Qing said calmly.
Gong Guangyao pondered for a moment, with hope in his eyes, and nodded and said, "Okay."
*
At half past seven, Mo Qing left Gong Guangyao's office and left the medical school building.
Although Gong Guangyao's qualifications were not very good, she did begin to consider the feasibility of "proposing test questions and writing textbooks."
She learned the medical skills of the Qihuang lineage, took the essence and discarded the dross, and developed her own set of medical theories.
I have never thought of systematic induction before.
Perhaps, take this opportunity...
Isn’t it a bad idea?
With this thought in mind, Mo Qing wanted to go to the cafeteria for dinner, but halfway there, a familiar Volkswagen stopped next to her.
The car window slowly rolled down.
The night wind was slightly warm, and the mottled tree shadows swayed gently, falling on the man in the car.
He was wearing an exquisite custom-made white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He put his elbows on the window sill, revealing his strong forearms, whose lines were slightly hazy in the dim light.
He poked his head out slightly, and a flickering tree shadow fluttered across his brows.
He asked: "Where to go?"
Mo Qing's mouth twitched slightly: "What are you doing here?"
"Part-time job after work, I just sent a teacher here." Jiang Ke's lips curved slightly, like a rich second generation driving a luxury car, "Would you like to go for a drive?"
"..."
Mo Qing hesitated for a long time.
Then, she walked around the front of the car, came to the passenger door, opened the door, and got in.
"You haven't completed your mission as a serial killer yet?" Mo Qing closed the door and asked with a frown.
Jiang Ke said calmly: "It's my first time taking an order today."
Mo Qing: "..."
Good guy.
It has just opened.
Jiang Ke started the car without closing the windows, and the warm evening breeze from outside blew in and ruffled Mo Qing's hair.
Mo Qing pushed her hair back with one hand.
"Where to go?" Mo Qing asked.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"No."
Jiang Ke said casually: "Then I will take you to dinner."
Mo Qing guessed that he was too busy.
When Jiang Ke doesn't need to play the role of a tyrant, his preferences and tastes are quite down-to-earth, with a real air of fireworks about him, and less of aloofness and aloofness.
So, when Jiang Ke drove a Volkswagen and took Mo Qing to a barbecue restaurant on the street as a taxi driver, Mo Qing felt extremely calm.
No disturbance at all.
Jiang Ke put on a high-end shirt sold at a local stall, rolled up his sleeves, sat down on a bench, skillfully took a paper menu from the waiter, and handed it to Mo Qing.
"It's been almost a week, your mission has just started," Mo Qing glanced at the menu while chatting, "What have you been busy with recently?"
"I got close to the Wen family."
The menu froze, 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?"
"That's the Wen family." Jiang Ke said lightly.
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
The night is dark and the streets are noisy.
Outside the barbecue restaurant, there were several tables randomly placed, almost full of people.
Jiang Ke and Mo Qing were sitting among them.
No one pays attention.
Jiang Ke put his elbows on the table, leaned forward slightly, and said in a neither serious nor serious tone: "I suspect that the people who caused trouble in the taxi are related to the Wen family."
