Jin Yue likes being with Song Qingci.

Because the feeling Song Qingci gave her was different from the feeling anyone else on the mountain gave her.

But that kind of liking is not to the point where it is difficult to let go.

Until Song Qingci began to teach her medicine.

To be precise, she was the one who came forward and took the class for free.

But those details don’t matter. The most important thing is that she is really a good candidate for studying medicine.

Self-evaluation.

She likes studying medicine.

She felt that medical skills could turn decay into magic, and that it was a very desirable superpower.

Just like she had fantasized countless times, she became an omnipotent person.

Although studying medicine cannot make her omnipotent, it can enable her to do things that others cannot do.

Jin Yue was fascinated by the doctor's strong presence at certain moments.

During her medical studies, she was thirsty for knowledge and felt that all the knowledge would help her achieve her goals.

Therefore, Song Qingci could not leave.

But she didn't dare say it.

Because her sister would say she was selfish.

She is indeed quite selfish.

But think about it another way, if her father had the ability to marry her sister, wouldn't her difficulties be solved?

So, after Song Qingci hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice and quickly said goodbye, Jin Yue began to present facts and reason with her father.

In short, just one sentence.

Dad, can you do it?

Master Fu San touched her head and smiled, "It's a good thing that you like to study medicine. Dad will ask someone to find a famous doctor for you to study with."

"Can I be as good as my sister? Can I teach as well as my sister?"

Mr. Fu San didn't want to lie to the child.

He didn't think he could find a better doctor than Song Qingci, either in terms of medical skills or teaching ability.

He looked down at his right hand which had regained its mobility.

The entire Imperial Hospital was helpless against his actions.

Even the director of the Imperial Medical Service felt that there was no need to worry about it.

In other words, even the great immortals cannot do anything about it.

But Song Qingci did it.

In the past few days, Fu An has been asking him to try holding a gun, but Master Fu San has not tried.

"Dad, just promise me! Didn't my sister say it's useful to make birthday wishes?"

Make a wish quickly, wish to marry your sister.

Xunxun sighed as she watched, "When I grow up I won't marry a wife, nor will I have a daughter. This is too scary."

"If you hate women so much, then don't eat the food my sister cooks." Jin Yue said angrily.

The two started arguing again.

Mr. Fu San was troubled by them and finally calmed them down. He asked them to eat quickly and go back to rest.

Nanny Zeng took both children away.

Mr. Fu San was not sleepy at all.

He sat on the kang by the window and pushed it open. The cold wind came in through the window, blowing away the little bit of alcohol on his body.

He only drank half a pot.

To him, this amount of wine was negligible.

I don't know when the heavy snow started falling outside.

The snowflakes fell slowly and freely, some of them even drifting across the porch, through the open windows and landing on the windowsill. In the steaming hot room, they quickly melted into water and seeped into the windowsill.

Several lanterns in the corridor swayed gently in the wind, casting mottled shadows.

This was specially prepared for his birthday. I wonder if it was the little girl's idea.

The snow in the yard covered everything, making it a vast expanse of white.

The candle was still burning in the little girl's room, and her crooked figure sitting at the table was reflected on the window paper.

She seemed to be biting the pen, and it was unclear what she was writing.

Maybe, she was asking her mother to pick her up early?

It is impossible to practice calligraphy.

The little girl weighs 100 kilograms?

Ninety pounds of rebellious bones.

Song Qingci was indeed writing a letter to her mother.

No, she can't hold on any longer.

Although children's words are innocent, she felt embarrassed when Jin Yue kept bringing it up.

Besides Jin Yue, there are other people around her...

Two days ago, she kindly gave two plasters to an old lady who had a leg disease in the winter.

She is beautiful and kind-hearted!

After using it, the old lady said the effect was very good and brought ten eggs to thank her.

Of course, eggs cannot be collected, as they are the precious "hard currency" in the mountains.

The old lady praised Song Qingci to the highest heaven and on earth, saying he was unique.

There may be many inappropriate words, but Song Qingci was still very moved by her sincerity.

This is the meaning of her choosing this career!

Then, she heard the old lady say, "They say two people can't sleep in the same bed. Miss Song, you and the Third Master are truly the best two people on Huaishan Mountain."

Song Qingci was so upset by the praise.

Excuse me, when did any of you see me and Mr. Fu San sleeping in the same bed?

Look, now everyone on the mountain, young and old, regards her as Mr. Fu Sanye's person.

It was so embarrassing that I dug my feet into the ground.

Obviously, he is her elder.

Although, when she was daydreaming, she also shamelessly thought that if she didn't want to get married but still wanted a child, it would be a good idea to find Mr. Fu San to steal a child.

But she just thought about it casually.

When she was a child, she often dreamed that she was a fairy from the Ninth Heaven who came down to earth to transcend tribulations!

Mom, are you coming or not?

If you don’t come soon, I won’t support you when you are old!

Song Qingci decided to give his mother a drastic measure, and immediately began to write with great vigor and energy.

Just as she finished writing, she heard some strange noises coming from the yard.

It seems like someone is doing something?

Song Qingci pushed open the window and was instantly stunned by the scene before him.

Mr. Fu San was dressed in a black robe, holding a long stick, practicing stick techniques in the wind and snow?

He was as fast as lightning, and his long stick sometimes cut through the air with a whistling sound, and sometimes hit the ground, causing snowflakes to fly around him, like flowers scattered by a fairy.

He moved swiftly and agilely, becoming one with the stick, with the wind and snow serving as his foil.

Song Qingci was dazzled.

She was lazy in her studies and now all she could praise was "what a great skill you have".

Only then did she remember that Mr. Fu San was only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old and still very young.

So he carries that unstoppable spirit.

If you meet a god, kill the god; if you meet a Buddha, kill the Buddha.

Song Qingci saw Feng Xun’s head sticking out from the opposite side.

Feng Xun was still holding a lantern.

The lantern illuminated the surprise on her face clearly.

She even opened her mouth exaggeratedly and didn't even blink.

Song Qingci smiled with his eyes curved.

Fortunately, the local dog is just himself.

Songzi suddenly rushed out and fought with Master Fu Sanye.

"Songzi, come back!" Song Qingci shouted.

With its small body, it would die instantly if hit by a stick.