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Chapter 379: No, Lao Deng, are you serious?

 Mr. Zhong was even more surprised when he heard this.

He originally thought that Chu Qian had learned relevant knowledge before, but he didn't expect that she had to figure it out by herself.

This kind of understanding and talent are simply unparalleled.

Real Chinese medicine has extremely high requirements for talent.

It especially tests a person’s understanding and talent.

This is also the reason why he dislikes graduate students.

But Chu Qian's description undoubtedly gave him a big surprise.

Just by self-study, you can surpass most people.

Even the technique has a hint of the master's style.

If you cultivate it a little, it will not be directly contrary to nature.

Mr. Zhong stared at Chu Qian intently as if he had seen a rare treasure.

Chu Qian felt a little bit hairy when she saw her.

After calming down, he said excitedly.

"Recently, Chang'an will organize a world-wide medical exchange conference, and the younger generation from many countries will come to participate..."

"I want you to participate on behalf of our Huaguo College of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

Chu Qian was shocked. She had only made a sobering soup, but the other party actually wanted to give her such a difficult task.

Is this reasonable?

Chu Qian did not refuse directly, but continued to ask.

"How long is it until this competition..."

Mr. Zhong coughs.

"It was supposed to be a month, but it took us three weeks to find you..."

"So there are less than 10 days left..."

Chu Qian was stunned.

The graduate student next to him became even more stunned after hearing this.

His teacher actually planned to let a newcomer, who had not yet started, participate in this competition. What on earth was he thinking?

I’m afraid I won’t even be able to remember all the prescriptions in 10 days.

Not to mention identifying the medicinal materials and prescribing the medicine according to the condition.

Anyone who goes to medical school would be better than Chu Qian.

After all, after all they have studied for so many years, they cannot be inferior to a layman.

What did the teacher think?

He doesn't understand.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were even more excited.

"No, this old man is serious. He tells fortunes and fixes all these messes. Could it be that he is mentally ill..."

"I saw that he was about to hit someone just now, and what was he doing? He probably had something to do with it, at least it must be Alzheimer's disease..."?

"What does he think when an amateur player is allowed to participate in a professional competition? Isn't this a big deal?"

"Don't tell me that Chu Qian has done similar things before, and everyone who slapped her in the face won the championship..."

"Oh, I remembered. You were talking about the car goddess. The key point is that the two things are different. Driving requires talent, but medicine relies entirely on experience and accumulation..."

"As a fan of Chu Qian, I feel that she is no worse than others. You have forgotten how effective the hangover soup we first met was..."

"Maybe it's just that Chu Qian's prescription is good, but it has nothing to do with her!"

"..."

We are divided into two groups, and most of them are quite skeptical about Chu Qian’s medical skills.

There is also a part of me that thinks Mr. Zhong’s brain is a little abnormal, after all, this old man has been chattering away from the beginning.

Before Chu Qian could speak, the graduate student next to her became anxious.

"Master, are you sure you want to do this? This is related to the reputation of our country..."

"I heard that both Sakura Country and Koryo Country will come to compete this time. This is a battle for the orthodoxy of traditional Chinese medicine. Those gangsters have long wanted to take our culture as their own..."

"If we lose, then our country's traditional Chinese medicine community will be disgraced!"

"Besides, there are still many foreigners who look down on our Chinese medicine and always want to suppress us..."

"If we lose too badly in this competition, I'm afraid the reputation of Chinese medicine will plummet!"

"..."

The graduate student said earnestly, as if he was admonishing.

Mr. Zhong didn't take it seriously, he frowned and said.

"Then do you have any other suitable candidates?"

The graduate student hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said suddenly as if he had made up his mind.

"Master, if you can, please let me join. Although many inheritances in our line have declined, if you let me join, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

Mr. Zhong's expression changed instantly and he couldn't help roaring.

"It's not like you losers are not up to par, the talent in this huge medical school is withering, and you can't even find a decent student..."

"Otherwise, do I still need to come out to find someone?"

The graduate student's face turned red and he lowered his head in shame.

It is true that traditional Chinese medicine has declined a lot in recent years. On the one hand, it is because the growth of Western medicine has suppressed traditional Chinese medicine.

On the other hand, it is also because the employment prospects are not good and the cycle is too long.

Other industries may be able to emerge in four years.

But with only a few decades in this industry, it is difficult to accumulate experience.

Difficulties have also led to fewer and fewer people joining.

Even those in their own profession are thinking about changing their majors and starting some side jobs.

This is what makes Mr. Zhong so disappointed.

However, Mr. Zhong can indeed see that although graduate students are not talented, they do want to do their best.

His intentions are good.

So his tone softened slightly.

"Since you have this intention, then go and participate..."

The graduate student immediately raised his head and looked at Mr. Zhong in disbelief.

"Teacher, is what you said true?"

Mr. Zhong sighed and nodded helplessly.

"When the time comes, you will do some odd jobs for Chu Qian. Be smart and don't make any trouble!"

The graduate student looked at Chu Qian and then at Mr. Zhong, with a complicated expression.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded.

"Okay, I will try my best..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at Chu Qian sincerely.

"I will try my best to help you if you show up. Please give me your advice..."

With an attitude full of sincerity, Chu Qian stretched out her hand and shook it.

She looked at the graduate student in front of her with some surprise.

Although this graduate student is good-looking, he still has some outstanding attributes.

But generally speaking, people are not bad,

Young people, if you are not competitive, can you still be called young people?

But his original intention is still for the country and the reputation of Chinese medicine.

Faced with saving face and bowing his head, he decisively chose to bow his head and create opportunities.

This is also unexpected.

It seems that this graduate student is quite pure. Chu Qian can't help but think highly of him.

But it can be seen that he is still unconvinced.

This is actually not his fault, no one would be convinced.

After all, he was a seeded player, and suddenly someone came up to intervene.

Still a confusing newcomer.

Everyone would be quite angry.

Not only Chu Qian, but also Mr. Zhong looked at him in surprise.

I originally thought he was very naive and a little hypocritical.

But now it seems that he is actually a pretty good kid.

If you have time, you can cultivate it.

Mr. Zhong nodded slightly with relief.

"Well, let's set off immediately and go to Chang'an!"

Chu Qian suddenly stopped Mr. Zhong.

"Wait a minute, I haven't said I want to agree yet..."

Mr. Zhong and the graduate student’s expressions changed instantly.

"Ah?"


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