Manshu was so sleepy that she dozed off while holding a cup of steaming milk tea.
Finally, among the crowds leaving the airport, Xun Chuyi was waiting.
Xunchu was carrying a bag on his back and was traveling lightly.
"Did your trip go well?"
Manshu didn't have a good relationship with him, and she didn't know what to say. At this time, she just handed him a cup of milk tea that was also steaming.
This was the third cup she had time to change.
"Yeah." Xun Chuyi took the milk tea, inserted the straw, and took a sip.
The warmth coming from his stomach made him squint his eyes in comfort.
"Let's go to the hospital."
After getting into the car, Manshu asked: "Do you really know how to heal?"
"You don't believe it?" Xun Chuyi seemed to know what Manshu was thinking, "My family has indeed been practicing medicine for generations."
"But, I don't know acupuncture."
Manshu's eyes widened: "Ahem...what did you say?"
She choked on the pearls in her milk tea and her face turned red from coughing.
"Don't be so nervous."
Xunchu glanced at Manshu.
Manshu: "I'm not nervous, I'm scared."
Your family has been practicing medicine for generations, but you don’t, so why did you agree so readily?
"It's not that I don't practice medicine, I just can't give people acupuncture."
I've learned all the theory, but I can't hold a needle with my hands.
"Why?" Manshu calmed down.
"My hand is fine when holding a pen, but it shakes when holding a needle."
A person with trembling hands must not give needles.
Otherwise, it would be harmful to people.
"So, if you choose to become a top student, will you study medicine in college in the future?"
Unconsciously, Manshu strayed off topic.
"No, I'm studying refining medicine." He has a strong talent for medicine.
You can't give acupuncture, but you can't treat people.
When the Xun family passed down to his generation, he was the only heir.
But Xun Chuyi actually had no interest in medicine. He preferred chemistry.
It's the same medicine, but the chemical reaction is more convenient for him than the herbal medicine of traditional Chinese medicine.
In his university, he should also study chemistry-related majors.
"What about the rest of your family? Someone in your family should be able to do acupuncture, right?"
Xun Chuyi shook his head: "Sorry, the Xun family has passed down to my generation, and I am the only direct descendant left."
Are you kidding me?
Manshu experienced what it meant to fall from the mountain peak to the valley.
It felt like riding a roller coaster.
Many hidden families are not prosperous.
First, they don't like to intermarry with ordinary people because they worry that the children they will give birth to will not be talented enough.
The second is to live in seclusion and avoid the world. The more modern you get, the more out of tune you feel with the world.
Some families, in order to blend in with the world, don't like the inherited things.
Only a very few still maintain their enthusiasm.
"Then you came here to tell me that you are helpless about my third uncle's matter?"
Manshu was not angry because of Xun Chuyi's words, but she was a little disappointed.
As soon as she heard her question, she came back, which means she is still a very nice person.
"It's not impossible."
Xunchu's words rekindled Manshu's hope.
"What can I do?" Her eyes lit up and she stared at Xun Chuyi.
"I know how to make medicine and apply acupuncture, but Guo Changqing will do it. I will help him from the side and won't let him wait until he gets off the operating table."
Oh, then you are just one assistant.
But is this okay?
"Why not?"
Xun Chuyi looked at Manshu: "Aren't you always using witchcraft to extend Yan Zhan's life?"