After hearing this, Song Xinyi blushed: "Grandma has improved now, been discharged from the hospital, and can get out of bed and walk around slowly. Her mental state is much better than before she was not sick. This is all thanks to Mr. Zhang's life-saving grace."
, so my grandma invites you to my house for dinner."
Song Xinyi said.
"It turns out it was grandma who invited me, so naturally I won't refuse her kindness. I will definitely go tonight."
Zhang Xiaotian smiled.
When she heard Zhang Xiaotian agreed, Song Xinyi was very happy and said happily: "Since Mr. Zhang agreed, I will give grandma a call."
After making the call, Song Xinyi came to the coffee table, and Liu Can made a cup of tea.
People came to see the doctor one after another, Zhang Xiaotian was also busy, and Song Xinyi kept looking at Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian was busy for a while, then looked at Song Xinyi and said, "Miss Song, you don't have to wait for me here. I can just take a taxi here after I finish my work today."
"How is this possible? I want to invite you there in person. If I go back now, grandma will definitely blame me."
Song Xinyi shook her head and said.
Seeing Song Xinyi's persistence, Zhang Xiaotian stopped persuading her and said, "Miss Song, aren't you an intern at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital?"
"My internship period has ended. It's just that my grandma is sick and has been staying in the hospital. Now that grandma is discharged, I have to leave there. I will be able to get my diploma after returning to school in two days."
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaotian nodded, and then asked: "Miss Song, what are your plans after graduation?"
"This..." Song Xinyi thought for a moment, then said, "Not many people accept traditional Chinese medicine now. Only a few hospitals have departments of traditional Chinese medicine. After all, it is not easy for traditional Chinese medicine to learn to a higher level."
Song Xinyi was obviously in a very low mood as she said this. In the end, she chose this industry just to cure her grandma's disease.
But after entering the traditional Chinese medicine industry, she realized how difficult this industry was. It was not easy to learn to a higher level.
This requires long-term accumulation before you can stand out.
Now that she was about to graduate, she became confused and didn't know where to go next.
In the past, when her grandma was ill, her goal was to use what she had learned to cure her illness. But now that her grandma is cured, she has lost her goal.
Coupled with the limitations of traditional Chinese medicine, it was not easy for her to find a suitable job.
"Then Uncle Song should think of a solution for you, right?"
Zhang Xiaotian asked.
"My dad, he only cares about work all day long. He said he would let me decide my own affairs. I can tell. He will never ask anyone else because of me, let alone arrange a job with me. In this world
The only one who cares about me is grandma."
Speaking of this, Song Xinyi couldn't help but complain.
Zhang Xiaotian could also see that the relationship between Song Xinyi and her father was not harmonious.
However, Zhang Xiaotian smiled calmly and said: "Miss Song, since you haven't found a suitable job yet, why not come to the Holy Medical Pavilion first and wait until you find a suitable job before deciding."
After hearing this, Song Xinyi couldn't help but be stunned, and then a smile appeared on her face.
In fact, she really wanted to come to Zhang Xiaotian to learn Chinese medicine, but she was afraid that Zhang Xiaotian would dislike her for having poor medical skills.
After all, Zhang Xiaotian's medical skills are already superior to those of China's Taishan Beidou.
"Mr. Zhang, can you accept me as your disciple? Can I learn Chinese medicine from you?"
Song Xinyi asked excitedly.
"It's okay to become a disciple. We are about the same age. It's very inappropriate for you to become my disciple."
Zhang Xiaotian waved his hand.
Song Xinyi didn't care about this, she stood up directly and bowed deeply to Zhang Xiaotian.
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple. I am convinced that you can be my master. The gift of master and disciple is indispensable."
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaotian felt helpless. How could anyone force him to become his teacher?
There was really nothing he could do about this weird Song Xinyi.
"Master, whether you agree or not, I will become your teacher. From now on, I will learn Chinese medicine from you and I will definitely carry forward Chinese medicine in the future."
Song Xinyi said with a smile on her face.
"Hey, in that case, I will give you this ancestral medical book. It records the development process of traditional Chinese medicine and some unique techniques of traditional Chinese medicine. You should study it carefully after you study it."
This medical book was bought by Zhang Xiaotian. It records the development process of traditional Chinese medicine, which is very consistent with the records in the inheritance of medical saints.
The only discrepancy is that Zhang Xiaotian said it was passed down from his ancestors. This was mainly to attract Song Xinyi's attention.
Song Xinyi took over the medical skills from Zhang Xiaotian with both hands, as if she had found a treasure.
She had just become a disciple of Zhang Xiaotian, and he passed on all the ancestral medical skills to her, which moved Song Xinyi very much.
It seemed that she had chosen the right master.
"Thank you, master!"
Zhang Xiaotian waved his hand and said: "You don't have to be so excited. I still have a lot of medical skills like this. After you finish reading this book, I will give you some more in-depth medical skills."
Zhang Xiaotian also knows the principle of biting off more than you can chew.
If you give her too much, Song Xinyi won't be able to handle it at all. It's better to let her absorb one book and then give her another one.
After hearing this, Song Xinyi was naturally very excited.
"Master, then I will come to the Holy Medical Pavilion tomorrow to help."
Song Xinyi said happily.
Zhang Xiaotian could tell that Song Xinyi really liked Chinese medicine, otherwise he would not accept her as his disciple even if she persisted in her pursuit.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Xiaotian went upstairs and changed his clothes, then left the Holy Medical Pavilion and rushed to Song Xinyi's home.
As soon as he walked into the door of the Song family, Zhang Xiaotian smelled the tangy aroma of vegetables.
"Grandma, we are back."
Song Xinyi shouted loudly outside the door.
"Hurry up and wash your hands. We'll be ready to eat soon."
The old lady said with a smile.
"Grandma, what have you done to make it smell so good?"
Song Xinyi asked with a smile.
"It's just some common food. What else will grandma do?"
Immediately, Song Xinyi took Zhang Xiaotian to the bathroom and washed her hands. When she came out, the table was already filled with a large table of dishes.
"Young man, please sit down quickly. It's just a common meal, so don't be surprised."
The old lady smiled.
"Grandma, if this is where you are, it will be a blessing for the younger generation to be able to eat the food you cooked."
Zhang Xiaotian smiled.
"Master, don't be polite to grandma. Let's sit down and eat. Grandma's cooking skills are excellent. I used to eat a lot of delicious food."
Song Xinyi said with a smile.
"Xinyi, what is your name, Mr. Zhang?"
The old lady said with a puzzled look.
"Grandma, before I have time to tell you, I have already accepted Mr. Zhang as my teacher. Starting tomorrow, I will go to the Holy Medical Pavilion to learn Chinese medicine from him."
Song Xinyi said very proudly.
"That's good. Mr. Zhang's medical skills are very good, and he has a chivalrous heart. You must learn medical skills from Mr. Zhang, so that in the future you can help the world and practice medicine all over the world."
The old lady was full of praise.
Naturally, she had no doubt about Zhang Xiaotian's medical skills.
Being able to cure her terminal illness shows Zhang Xiaotian's medical skills.
While talking, the old lady had already filled a bowl of soup and brought it to Zhang Xiaotian, and said: "Young man, this soup needs to be drunk while it's hot."
Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly took it with both hands and said with gratitude: "Thank you, grandma, I can do it myself."
Seeing the old lady being so polite, Zhang Xiaotian felt a little uncomfortable.
But what I have to say is that the old lady’s cooking skills are very good, and Zhang Xiaotian was full of praise for her food.