Yun Qiao is full of curiosity about Western medicine.
She is curious that any treatment can have a clear and convincing explanation, rather than being confusing.
She had read medical monographs for so long, silently compared her own knowledge, and still felt that Western medicine was better.
It can be mastered by more people, and it can save lives and heal the wounded.
Expecting in her heart, Yun Qiao was a little nervous. When the day came, Yun Qiao got up early and asked Chang Ning and Jing Xin to help her decide what clothes to wear.
Chang Ning's childish thoughts: "If the young lady dresses beautifully and attracts a few admirers, it will be easier for her to work in this industry in the future."
Yun Qiao rolled her eyes: "Your sincerity makes it impossible for me to survive."
Jingxin said: "The young lady is wearing a foreign dress. Those medical students have all studied abroad. Although they have a heart for boxing when they return to China, they are aloof and proud, so they may not be attracted to old-fashioned women. First sight is very important, don't let others look down upon you."
Chang Ning disagreed: "Miss, if you haven't been out before, they will laugh at you for trying to imitate others. It's better to wear a cheongsam, which is elegant, beautiful and fashionable."
Yun Qiao thought about it again and again.
It's not that she can't wear a dress, but the colors of her dresses are brighter, and she wants to be more conservative.
She has a camel-colored thin windbreaker, which can be worn with a moon-white plain cheongsam, which is low-key and restrained.
"...I'd better wear a cheongsam." Yun Qiao said.
Then she struggled with jewelry and makeup for a long time, trying to make a good impression on this group of people.
Anyway, we can't let people think that she is just showing off.
Chang Ning: "Miss, my wife took you on a blind date, but you didn't take it seriously. Are you going to hook up with an uncle this time?"
Yun Qiao: "See if I pay attention to you or not."
Jingxin is laughing by the side.
After finishing changing, Yun Qiao went downstairs.
Du Xiaoqin saw it and commented on her: "Where to mourn?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
She wants to be serious and upright, but her two maids think that she is as beautiful as a fairy and looks beautiful no matter how she dresses. If she wants to be low-key, she has to act in a mature direction.
This makes Yun Qiao look a little older for no reason.
She also wore her hair in a low bun.
Du Xiaoqin felt that other than mourning, there was really no reason for the young girl to behave like this.
Yun Qiao was too lazy to change again and went out directly.
When she arrived at the place, Li Hong greeted her at the gate. Seeing her clothes, Li Hong was also a little surprised.
"Yun Qiao, are you married? Why are you dressed like an old-fashioned young lady?" Li Hong asked.
Yun Qiao: "...I want to be more dignified."
"Then you don't have to be so old-fashioned." Li Hong said, "I even told them that you are as beautiful as a fairy."
Yun Qiao: "..."
They were in a private house and entered the courtyard. The main room connected to the study room was filled with more than a dozen young people, all of whom, like Li Hong, had studied abroad.
Seventy percent of these people went out on scholarships set up by the Xi family.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Yun Qiao.
Li Hong is a straight man and feels that Yun Qiao is too plain today because he has seen Yun Qiao's radiant appearance; others have not seen her and only heard that she is a great beauty.
The beauties these young people imagined were based on their own knowledge. But they had never seen anyone like Yun Qiao, so they were all a little surprised.
Yun's disguise is very decent, and he looks a bit scholarly.
After everyone was polite, they sat down in order and began today's discussion.
This time, they want to discuss the latest surgical procedures, as well as some medicines.
They also talked about morphine.
When it came to morphine, Yun Qiao had some impressions. She had heard of it in Hong Kong before.
"It is said that morphine can help quit opium. Is it true?" Yun Qiao asked, "When I came back from Hong Kong, many people there said it. They thought it was effective and said that China could be saved."
These words caused all the doctors to fall silent for a while.
Li Hong told Yun Qiao: "However, it has been clinically proven that morphine is more addictive and is another drug more cruel than opium."
Yun Qiao's face turned slightly pale.
In other words, the old wounds are still rotting and new sores have appeared.
Can the beautiful mountains and rivers of China still have clear days?