Mu family in Beijing.

Mr. Mu and Fu Xiao had just arrived home and had packed their things when Zhai Shixiong came over.

Seeing that he didn't look very good, Mr. Mu asked worriedly: "What's the matter..."

Zhai Shixiong sighed, "The old man is in the hospital again. I was afraid something might happen, so I called you back."

Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment, then he immediately stood up, turned around and went upstairs, entered his room, began to rummage around, found a bottle and put it in his pocket.

Fu Xiao came over and said, "Grandpa, please take the ginseng with you..."

As he handed the ginseng over, he took it and forced a smile, "Good boy, stay home by yourself, grandpa will go see him."

Fu Xiao said: "Grandpa, otherwise, I..."

As if he knew what she was going to say, Mr. Mu waved his hand and said, "No, you're fine at home."

Then he went downstairs and said to Zhai Shixiong, "Let's go and see him..."

Fu Xiao sighed. She had previously asked Mr. Mu to share the wine and tea she brewed with his friends...

They are all good things that are beneficial to health. She had also given a few ginseng pills to Mr. Mu, and she saw him take them just now. She was not in a position to make the rest.

After all, life is limited, what can she do?

It was not until the evening that Mr. Mu sent a guard back to tell her that he would not be back that night and asked her to go to bed early.

Mr. Mu came back in the evening of the next day. He went straight into the room without saying a word.

Feeling that he was lying directly on the bed, Fu Xiao did not go in to disturb him, but quietly lit a calming incense at the door.

...

It's another sunny day.

Fu Xiao got up early and went into the kitchen to make vegetable porridge.

After finishing, he came to Grandpa Mu's door and knocked, "Grandpa, are you awake?"

"It's getting up..."

Seeing that Grandpa Mu was in good spirits after opening the door, Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Grandpa, I made some porridge."

"Let's go and have some porridge."

At the dinner table, Grandpa Mu saw that she was looking at him with worried eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "Are you worried about grandpa?"

Fu Xiao nodded, "Yes, a little bit, are you okay?"

He smiled and rubbed her head. "It's okay. The old man is a happy funeral. There's nothing to be sad about. Grandpa just feels a little emotional."

Mr. Mu looked at her seriously. "My dear, I fed him one of the pills you gave me. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold on until the children come back..."

Fu Xiao smiled and served him a bowl of porridge. "Eat."

"Very good..." He lowered his head and took a sip, praising: "It tastes good. My Guaiguai is really amazing. Not only is he a good doctor, but he is also a great cook."

Seeing that he didn't look uncomfortable, Fu Xiao felt relieved.

I stewed a chicken at noon...

They couldn't finish the drink, so they sent half to the Zhai family.

Mr. Mu groaned in pain, "Zhai Shixiong got such a bargain..."

Fu Xiao looked at him with amusement, "Didn't the Zhai family give us a chicken in return? We didn't lose anything in this calculation."

"Can your cooking skills be compared with a chicken?"

"That really can't be compared..."

The two were drinking soup when another guest came to the Mu family.

Cheng Yuan started sniffing as soon as he stepped into the Mu family's door. Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren eating, he rushed to the table and said, "Chicken soup? Give me a bowl..."

Mr. Mu frowned and looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for this child..."

Fu Xiao placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of him and asked, "Looking for me?"

"Yes..." He picked up the bowl and took a sip, "Hmm... am I right, is there ginseng added in it?"

"Well, twenty years old ginseng, for grandpa's health."

Cheng Yuan nodded, drank the soup, picked up the chopsticks beside him and ate the meat. After spitting out the bones, he looked at Fu Xiao with a smile and said, "You have heard that the college entrance examination will be resumed this year."

Fu Xiao nodded.

"You want to study medicine, right? Which school do you want to apply to?"

Mr. Mu asked in confusion: "You don't care about education, why are you asking my good boy about this?"

Cheng Yuan stroked his beard mysteriously, "My boss asked me to be the professor and director of the Peking University Medical Department..."

Mr. Mu snorted coldly: "Do you know all the characters?"

"What kind of talk is that? I may not be well educated, but who can compare to me in Chinese medicine?"

Cheng Yuan looked at Fu Xiao, waiting for her answer.

Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Grandpa Cheng, I want to study medicine. Does the Beijing University School of Medicine have a laboratory?"

Cheng Yuan frowned: "You want to research medicine?"

"Chinese patent medicine,"

He sighed, "Kid, the medical department doesn't have its own laboratory. What you're talking about requires sophisticated instruments. Even the Beijing Institute doesn't have those."

Fu Xiao nodded. She knew that there were none in the country now, but there were some Chinese patent medicines, and she didn’t need those sophisticated instruments.

The steps from her previous life were almost engraved in her mind, and there was no need to experiment over and over again.

Therefore, she can achieve some results using the existing instruments in the institute.

As for future use, you can just find a chance to buy them in the mall, or have a batch shipped back from the port city.

"I know, but Grandpa Cheng, I don't think I need to learn anything more about medicine. As for pharmaceutical manufacturing... I have a lot of ideas now and I need a chance to try them out..."

Cheng Yuan looked at her seriously, he understood what the child said, he remembered the pills she made, so he believed what the child said.

Medicine...is a life-saving thing.

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