After learning about this, Li Yuanzhao immediately told Song Yan.

Song Yan was happy to see He Jianian make a fool of himself. But when he heard Xu Qing's name, Song Yan had a strange suspicion in his mind.

Li Yuanzhao added that the matter first spread like wildfire in other villages. Among those involved was Chen Xiaodong's wife, who is usually a quiet person, but today she was the one who told the team leader's wife the whole story.

Xu Qing!

Chen Xiaodong!

Both of these people had a good relationship with Wei Aiguo.

Song Yan couldn't help but have some doubts.

Since Song Yan returned from Lao Han's place, he hasn't been there for many days. He used to go there whenever he had free time. Now that he doesn't go, Song Yan feels like something is missing.

Just then, Song Yan ran into Old Liao, who was getting water. Old Liao complained to her about why she hadn't been there the past two days.

Song Yan immediately became happy, and smiled, revealing a full set of neat teeth.

When Song Yan went there that evening, Lao Liao led her to his room. Lao Han and Lao Du followed. As a result, Lao Zeng was left alone in the room.

Old Zeng was extremely angry.

They just abandoned him: Couldn't you even ask me?

Just like before, Lao Liao and Lao Han wanted to teach Song Yan everything they knew. Lao Du listened from the side, but he spoke less than before.

Old Han flipped through a copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica" that Song Yan had picked up. "There is a big difference between traditional Chinese medicine now and traditional Chinese medicine in the past, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. As for the disadvantages, modern Chinese medicine often focuses only on treating illnesses. But it wasn't like that before. Apprentices started learning from a young age, and were immersed in traditional Chinese medicine from head to toe. They had to be able to identify, make, dispense, and even collect herbs before they could treat patients and prescribe medicines."

Song Yan nodded repeatedly; she definitely wouldn't know how to make medicine. Especially as the division of labor became clearer, with pharmaceutical companies providing the drugs and specialized pharmacists dispensing them, traditional Chinese medicine doctors would simply treat patients. Back in the hospital, the medicinal herbs Song Yan recognized were all those kept in medicine cabinets. One of her teachers had once said, "My teacher's teacher, your grand-grandfather, came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. From a young age, he followed his elders into the mountains to collect herbs, and after collecting them, he would personally dry and process them..."

Song Yan: "When I start cutting grass again, I will go to the mountainside to learn how to collect herbs, and then come back to learn medicine making from you."

Old Han: "There are quite a few medicinal herbs in these mountains. Why don't you gather some some now and then? I'll teach you how to make medicine."

Back in school, Traditional Chinese Medicine was a very important course. However, in clinical practice, I mainly use pharmacology and medicinal properties. I gradually forgot about the morphology of the drugs. Now, looking back at the "Compendium of Materia Medica," I'm slowly remembering a lot of it again.

Old Du was also deep in thought. Old Liao was right; Song Yan was most interested in traditional Chinese medicine. Look how seriously she discussed the prescriptions and medicines; she listened intently to everything Old Han said without blinking.

Song Yan learned everything else incidentally.

“Old Han, look at the wormwood, there’s plenty of it in the wild. When I saw it, why didn’t I think of picking it?” Song Yan pointed to the picture in the book and showed it to Old Han. There was a simple bookmark tucked inside the book.

Old Liao took the bookmark and flipped through it.

Song Yan casually said, "I don't know what language it is, I can't understand it either. I wanted to burn it last time, but I forgot about it." Song Yan didn't want to keep anything involving foreign countries.

Lao Liao: "This is Russian."

Song Yan: "You're amazing, you know so many languages."

Old Liao: "Learning a language can bring you joy. Russian is quite interesting too. Do you want to learn it?"

Pretending not to know something you clearly do is a waste of both your own time and Lao Liao's energy. Besides, Song Yan didn't want to lie anymore. "I don't want to learn English anymore. I want to learn Russian, but I'm afraid I won't be able to."

In Lao Liao's eyes, Song Yan's English learning is progressing by leaps and bounds. If she starts learning Russian, the speed will probably be a mere drop in the ocean. Lao Liao, will you be disappointed then?

Song Yan and Lao Han discussed his previous medical cases. This time, Song Yan didn't hold back and directly asked many key questions. Lao Han patiently explained them to her. When they finished, Song Yan looked at her watch and it was ten o'clock.

Old Liao started urging them to leave, "It's getting late, hurry back!"

"It's getting late." Song Yan packed up his books, dawdling a bit.

Old Du: "Old Zeng isn't asleep yet! Why don't you go check on him?"

Both Lao Liao and Lao Du looked at Song Yan, waiting for her answer.

"Huh? I..."

"I'll go with you. If he insults you, I'll talk to him." Old Du didn't care whether Song Yan agreed or not, and dragged her away. He could tell that if Old Zeng kept this up for a few more days, he would go crazy.

Old Zeng thought they had returned, and when he heard the door open, he lay still without moving.

No, it wasn't the footsteps of those two old men.

Old Zeng sat up abruptly, about to grin, but then realized something was amiss. He asked sternly, "What are you doing here again?"

When Song Yan entered the room, he kept his head down and didn't see the change in Lao Zeng's expression at all.

Old Du pointed at Old Zeng with his finger.

Song Yan looked up at Lao Zeng, then lowered his head again. "I feel uneasy about that matter and wanted to hear your opinions. I don't think you told Lao Han and Lao Liao about someone raising wolves, did you? You didn't say it in front of them."

“Yes, there are people in this world who keep cats and dogs, but I’ve never heard of anyone keeping wolves. People usually do things with a purpose. What do you think this person’s purpose is in keeping wolves?” Old Du and Old Zeng had discussed this matter before.

Old Zeng was silent for a while, then said, "You don't need to worry about this anymore. I've already found someone to handle it."

"Oh! That's good." Song Yan didn't dare to look directly at Lao Zeng. "It's getting late, you should get some rest."

Why did this child leave? He's usually so clever! Old Du was worried.

"Stop right there! Do you think you're so great?" Old Zeng called out to Song Yan, who had already reached the door.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Lao Zeng blankly, "No!"

"You still dare to say you didn't?" Old Zeng shouted!

Old Du: It doesn't matter who starts the conversation. Old Zeng looks like he's planning to give her a dressing down, doesn't he? Girls are easily embarrassed, and with him there, Song Yan is even more ashamed.

"I'm going to check on Old Han." Old Du turned and left without hesitation. Only after he was outside did he realize what had happened. Hadn't he just told Song Yan that he wanted to persuade Old Zeng?

What should we do? We're already out, should we go back? Old Du thought for a moment and decided to wait in Old Liao's room.