"I'm not a veterinarian, how can I say for sure what dosage to give?" Song Yan dared not make any promises.

The chicken soup had cooled down considerably, so Song Yan ladled out a bowl. "Here, try it, is it good?"

The chicken soup was fragrant and comforting, and Wei Aiguo's heart gradually calmed down. "I never expected your medicine to work so well, so very well. Could you go and take a look at Bai Shuang?"

"What do you mean 'didn't expect it'? Do you think I'm using you as an experiment?" Song Yan asked.

Wei Aiguo: "Wasn't I your first bone injury patient?"

How should I answer? How should I answer? Song Yan pointed at Wei Aiguo with his finger, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"I think your medicine works well, so you don't need to worry."

"What am I worried about? I've never worried that the medicine won't work. Sigh! I feel bad for you, having to be so anxious about taking medicine."

Song Yan lay down on another bed, feeling weak.

His medical skills weren't that bad. Old Han was furious when he learned that he had prescribed medicine for Cheng Yousuo's wife.

There's no way to explain it!

My very foundation! I used to be proud of it: "My medical skills are quite good!"

It's not true that we can't deny being discouraged right now.

Wei Aiguo: "I believe in your medical skills!"

"I know!" He probably thought it wouldn't kill anyone, so he ate it!

"My injury feels better today than before!"

"I know!" It contains painkillers, which will soothe and make you feel comfortable.

Wei Aiguo noticed that Song Yan suddenly became listless.

Song Yan: My medical skills are being questioned, am I not allowed to feel discouraged? Now that the college entrance exam has been reinstated, I'm going to study at a university specializing in traditional Chinese medicine! I'll study for ten or eight years, and then let's see who dares to question me!

"Xiaoyan! I'm hungry!"

Oh no! I forgot to get lunch. "I'll go get lunch." Song Yan stood up briskly, grabbed his lunchbox, and hurried away. Song Yan only realized at noon that if he went late, the good dishes and fine grains would be gone. Song Yan didn't want to eat cornbread.

Wei Aiguo wanted to laugh; this made him feel much more energetic! After talking with Song Yan for a long time, the gloom in his heart had lessened considerably.

When making the soup, Song Yan didn't add much broth, intending to finish it all in one meal. It's so hot, the leftovers would spoil.

Half a chicken was no problem for Wei Aiguo, given his appetite.

The chicken was stewed until tender, and Song Yan helped him take the chicken pieces off the cob and put them in his lunchbox.

Wei Aiguo: "You should eat something too."

"Okay!" Song Yan also put a piece of chicken in his lunchbox.

"Too little!"

"Huh?" Song Yan finally realized that she meant she hadn't left enough for herself. "I don't lack meat at home. Your recovery is the priority."...

After they finished eating, Wei Aiguo looked at Song Yan with some concern, wondering if she was unhappy.

Song Yan ignored him; how could he possibly understand his feelings?

When I first graduated, I was young, inexperienced, and not good at communication, so I was often questioned by patients. Some patients even said directly, "How can you be a doctor at such a young age? I want to see an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

Song Yan built his reputation little by little. He went through many trials and tribulations before being respectfully addressed as "Little Dr. Song," and gradually becoming Dr. Song, Teacher Song, Professor Song…

I'll probably go through all of this again! Back then, I just wanted to work hard and didn't think about anything else. Now, even though I have excellent medical skills, I'm still being questioned by others. Wei Aiguo's experience is nothing compared to what's happening in the future. I might have to hear those hurtful things again... I'm a little depressed!

After finishing her meal and washing the dishes, Song Yan sat down again to do needlework.

"You can also do needlework?" Wei Aiguo asked. He could tell from the thing she was holding that it was something she had made for herself.

"I only know a little bit. That's all I can do, something rough like this." Song Yan raised his hand, indicating what he was holding.

Since Song Yan came, there have been constant things that have made Wei Aiguo happy.

My wife made this for me.

But watching Song Yan clumsily stitching, he felt a pang of pity. "Do you have any unworn clothes in my bag?" His comrade brought him a change of clothes.

Song Yan understood what he meant. "Hey! I don't want to do needlework either! But can you take off your lower garment? The others aren't big enough to fit you, are they?"

Wei Aiguo looked at the cast on his leg, then at the baggy shorts he was wearing. The shorts weren't wide enough. The cast made his leg look much thicker.

Song Yan complained inwardly: Wei Aiguo is wearing capri pants, right? He could just buy a pair of extra-large ones, but there's nowhere to buy them. What can she do if she doesn't make them? Should she let him not change or wash them while she's taking care of him?

"hiss!"

"What’s wrong with you?"

Wei Aiguo wasn't very skilled at needlework to begin with. He kept watching, and almost pricked his own hand in the process.

Song Yan pulled a book out of the cabinet. "This is the book you read, right? You can read some books when you have time."

When Song Yan checked what was there, he found a large stack of books.

"Why did you give me the hardest book to study?"

Song Yan: Is chemistry difficult to learn?

"It's quite difficult!" Wei Aiguo listened to Song Yan and studied whenever he had free time.

"I don't think it's difficult. What don't you know how to do?"

Wei Aiguo then pointed it out to her.

Song Yan sat down on the edge of Wei Aiguo's bed, sewing as she recited chemical equations...

Wei Aiguo: "Now that you put it that way, it seems simple. You didn't even finish high school, did you? How do you know?"

“Isn’t there a progressive young woman named Li Yuanzhao among the educated youth? She doesn’t want to be idle at all, so she’s always pulling everyone together to study. I just happened to learn a bit from her,” Song Yan said.

"Wow! You're very clever. You can speak so eloquently just by learning a little bit." Wei Aiguo carefully looked at the book. "I have a pen over there, can you get it for me? I need to write some down so I don't forget later."...

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