After Zhang Zhengli finished expressing his lants, he embarked on a new journey.
He still needed to find the next folk practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine.
Lu Jiu admired his actions and added him on WeChat, considering it making a friend.
Back ho, his mother had already prepared the al.
His father's social engagents had decreased, allowing him to have a few als at ho each day.
"I see the clinic is packed with people every day, must be quite busy, how much are you making daily now?" Lu Song smiled.
"I haven't calculated exactly, but it should be around a thousand bucks." Lu Jiu said while eating.
A thousand bucks?
With the pricing set by his father, he could make a thousand a day?
But thinking about how the clinic was packed from morning till night, Lu Song found it reasonable.
"What kinds of illnesses are you seeing every day?" Lu Song asked.
"Hard to say, all kinds, I guess. Dad, why are you asking about my work today?" Lu Jiu wondered why Lu Song was suddenly interested in his work.
"Just curious, I heard from your uncle that a National Master of Chinese dicine ca to our city and also took you as a student?" Lu Song said.
"Oh? Uncle knows about this?" Lu Jiu chuckled. He hadn't planned on hiding it, but didn't feel the need to advertise it.
"You really don't check the family group chat, do you? He just ntioned it there today." Lu Song gave Lu Jiu a look.
The family group chat, huh...
Lu Jiu really hadn't noticed.
He rarely used his phone, spending any spare ti diagnosing patients, reading, and studying, not always checking his phone.
Plus, he had muted notifications from the family group chat, so unless soone ntioned him directly, he wouldn't know what was being discussed.
"A National Master of Chinese dicine is among the best doctors in the country, right?" Liu i asked.
"Of course, it's not just about having the best dical skills. The prestige and connections they have when they receive such an honor are beyond what ordinary people like us can imagine." Lu Song's eyes glead with pride.
Ever since he saw the ssage in the group chat this afternoon, Lu Song had been particularly excited.
Before Lu Jiu ca back, he had already sent a mass ssage to his friends, boasting that his son had beco a disciple of a National Master of Chinese dicine.
This wave of pride lasted for two or three hours, with Lu Song glued to his phone, and even now his mouth was a bit stiff from all the smiling during dinner.
"How did he choose Lu Jiu as a disciple?" Liu i asked.
She was happy that her son was outstanding, but thinking of him being chosen by a National Master of Chinese dicine seed a bit too far-fetched.
To Liu i, such a figure seed too distant from their lives and sowhat unrealistic.
"That's why I'm asking what kinds of illnesses he treats. If he's not skilled, a National Master wouldn't choose him as a disciple. Son, tell us, how did you impress the National Master back then?" Lu Song joked.
Lu Jiu was caught between laughter and tears. "It was just a stroke of luck. During an interview for a TCM teacher, I t my ntor, discussed so theories in traditional Chinese dicine, and he had also privately observed at work. So during the interview, I beca his disciple, nothing special."
"That simple?" Lu Song expected a more complex test.
"Yeah." Lu Jiu said.
"So after becoming his disciple, do you need to study with the National Master?" Lu Song asked.
"Not really. Honestly, if there's a problem, I just call him, no need to stay by his side to learn." Lu Jiu said.
"Are you stupid? Getting to know people through such a teacher is definitely beneficial for you in the future." Lu Song said.
"I'm not leaving Jianghan, why do I need to know so many people?" Lu Jiu replied.
"Exactly, staying in Jianghan is good." Liu i said.
Huh?
Lu Song looked at Liu i in surprise, "That's not what you used to say."
Liu i raised an eyebrow, "That was before. Can't I change?"
Lu Song didn't dare challenge, "Sure, sure."
Lu Jiu held his bowl, laughing secretly off to the side.
Ever since Liu i knew that Lu Jiu was holding down the fort at the clinic, the patients kept coming, and even the neighbors in the courtyard praised his dical skills and kept asking if Lu Jiu had a girlfriend, trying to matchmake.
Liu i thought, Lu Jiu not going to a big city might actually be better.
He can earn money, and quite a bit at that. Money, as long as it's enough, is fine. No need to earn excessively.
They only have this one son, keeping him nearby; she naturally didn't want Lu Jiu to be away for long periods.
Now thinking differently, Liu i was glad she didn't press Lu Jiu too hard back then. Otherwise, if he had gone elsewhere for work, he might not even co ho during holidays.
After dinner, Lu Jiu returned to his room. Having studied so long, he decided to skip going to the old man's place today.
Not long after, Lu Jiu's phone started pinging with various ssages.
There were ssages from Lu Shuang, his aunt, uncle, and cousins.
Obviously, they all knew about Lu Jiu becoming a disciple of Huang Fusheng.
Although the Lu Family had roots in traditional Chinese dicine, their reputation was minimal. So for Lu Jiu to beco a disciple of a National Master was naturally a joyous event.
But in contrast to these relatives, Lu Jiu's grandpa showed little emotion.
After all, once Lu Jiu had completed the apprenticeship, he imdiately inford Lu Mountain.
Lu Mountain just smiled and nodded, advising Lu Jiu to study well, and said nothing more.
In Lu Mountain's view, compared to the fa, gaining the real skills from a National Master was the most important thing.
"I'm almost at Jianghan."
While Lu Jiu was replying to various relatives' ssages, a ssage from Peng Yan suddenly popped up.
Lu Jiu was taken aback, "??? I have no ti to play with you?"
Peng Yan said, "Nonsense, I'm not here to play. Lately, you should have heard, right? Master Huang Fusheng built a dicinal herb base in Jianghan."
Lu Jiu replied, "Yeah, I know. What's up?"
Peng Yan replied, "Our dean is also coming to Jianghan, said to help Elder Huang with the structural work for the dicinal base, bringing a few people from our hospital along. I voluntarily applied."
Lu Jiu asked in surprise, "Elder Huang knows our dean?"
Peng Yan said, "Obviously, they're in the sa circle; both are top-notch in traditional Chinese dicine. How could they not know each other? Tell , if you hadn't left the hospital, you could represent it this ti, work in your hotown, and after a year or two, get promoted upon returning. Doesn't that sound great?"
Lu Jiu laughed, "Are you bragging to ?"
Peng Yan replied, "What am I bragging about? Okay, no more chatting about nonsense, I'll be in Jianghan in an hour. Pick up."
Lu Jiu sneered, "No ti."
Peng Yan said, "Hey, the dean wants to see you!"
The dean?
Lu Jiu pursed his lips, speechless.
Honestly, he was a bit afraid to see the dean.
Not for any other reason, just felt a bit guilty toward him.
Whether in school or at the hospital, Dean Shen Congwei had always taken special care of him.
Especially when he went to the hospital; as an undergraduate, his internship should have been under another doctor or a director, yet Dean Shen took him personally.
After graduation, he even wrote a letter of introduction for him to work at Jinling Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine.
Many thought, with Dean Shen's backing and Lu Jiu's skills, as long as he slightly enhanced his credentials on the job, his career path would be smooth. He might even beco the youngest chief physician at Jinling Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine.
But what happened?
He left!
Seeing Lu Jiu not replying, Peng Yan sent another ssage, "The dean is usually very busy, but when Elder Huang asked for help, he readily agreed. Initially, I thought it was a friend's help, but as our bus approached Jianghan, the dean asked one thing. He said he wanted to et with you."
"If you don't pick up, you surely wouldn't let the dean co to your house, right?"
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