The fine and dense autumn rain hit the glass window rapidly. Ying Zhao observed the blooming rain flowers, his chubby little face almost sticking to the glass.

Chu Yuening was sitting on another sofa, crocheting woolen shoes, her fingers turning the fingers deftly, which was dazzling to watch.

She looked up and found that the baby's whole face was pressed against the glass window, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Baby, you've been watching for a long time, come and keep your mother company."

"Okay, then wait a moment, Zhao Zhao~"

When the little girl heard her mother's call, she climbed down from the sofa and ran over with her short legs.

There is a snow-white wool blanket in the middle of the hall, so there is no need to worry about the baby accidentally bumping into it.

Chu Yuening put down the half-crocheted woolen shoes, picked up the chewy little ball and took a sip.

"Baby, can mom teach you how to draw?"

"Drawing? Zhao Zhao wants to draw an iron-eating beast!"

Ying Zhao was confused for only a moment, but when he recalled the cute black and white ball, he immediately smiled happily.

Chu Yuening was a little surprised at Zizi's memory, but she quickly came to her senses and took out the colored crayons she bought from the system.

She spread out a piece of white paper and drew a golden sun and pink flowers.

"Zizi can not only draw iron-eating beasts, but also flowers and grass."

"It looks good~ Zhao Zhao likes it! Thank you, mua~"

Children always like bright and colorful colors, and Ying Zhao is no exception.

He first gave his mother a wet kiss on the face to express his gratitude, and then he took an emerald green crayon and began to paint.

Chu Yuening looked at the little girl who was having so much fun, her eyes as gentle as a quiet pond.

Even though she is obviously gifted and intelligent, she cannot lack these childlike fun and beauty.

The autumn rain outside was still drizzling, and the hall was still quiet and peaceful.

The quiet woman crocheting and the childish child drawing make people feel a sense of happiness from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mom, look! Isn't Zhao Zhao's painting very good?"

"Hmm? Mother, take a look."

Chu Yuening took Zaizai's painting and originally thought that no matter how the painting turned out, she would praise Zaizai and not undermine his self-confidence.

But when she looked at the three strange little men, she fell silent for a moment.

Chu Yuening pointed at a pink little figure with loose hair that looked like a female ghost and asked with trembling fingers.

"Baby, what is this?"

"It's my mother! She's like a fairy. Zhao Zhao originally wanted to draw white, but she didn't have any crayons. But red looks good too~"

Ying Zhao was extremely proud of his masterpiece. He patted his belly proudly in response.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuening's mouth twitched. It's a good thing you didn't use bright red to paint it, otherwise it would look more like a female ghost.

She pointed at another tall, dark little man and asked.

"Is this Father?"

"Yes, Father is very tall, taller than many Zhao Zhaos put together."

"What's that on that little guy's face?"

Chu Yuening stared at the crooked vertical lines on the black man's face, and her heart finally felt balanced.

Fortunately, she is not the only one who is ugly.

"It's the hat that my father wears."

Ying Zhao's big eyes were blinking, showing his innocence.

That should be A Zheng’s crown tassel, Chu Yuening held her forehead and smiled bitterly, she thought it was hair.

Finally, she shifted her gaze to the colorful little man and slowly let out a breath.

"Is this Zhao Zhao?"

"Mmm, these colors are all beautiful, Zhao Zhao wants them all!"

"Mom, Zhao Zhao's painting is really great~"

"Yeah, very good! I didn't expect my little one to have such an outstanding talent for drawing."

Chu Yuening couldn't bear to criticize the cub's adorable look of asking for praise, so she praised him lavishly against her conscience.

The flattery made Ying Zhao's little head dizzy, and his eyes narrowed into crescents from laughing.

"When Father comes back, I'll show Zhao Zhao to him too!"

Chu Yuening coughed twice but did not object.

A Zheng, I'm sorry, I can't let her suffer alone.

In the academy, Bai Ying was holding books and notes and waiting for the teacher to teach her.

But Gao Ci came in carrying a medicine box, his face serious and solemn.

"The Empress once said that true knowledge comes from practice. Today, I will take you to a free clinic. You must concentrate on your studies."

When the medical students heard that they were going to practice medicine, they became excited.

"Teacher, where can we go for free medical consultation?"

"What should we bring?"

"We haven't learned much about medicine yet. Is it inappropriate for us to go and see a doctor now?"

Gao Ci's ears were filled with all kinds of noises, louder than the chirping of cicadas in summer. He gathered his energy and roared loudly.

"Quiet!"

"No need to say anything more, let's set off immediately."

After saying this, Gao Ci turned around and left without caring about the students' reactions.

The confused students immediately reacted and chased after him.

Xianyang outer city, on the central street.

On a simple stall stood a small flag with the words "Free Clinic at the Academy" written on it.

Gao Ci was sitting calmly on a small stool, with students from the medical school standing in a circle behind him.

Such a strange scene attracted an old man who was taking a walk. He thought there was something interesting to see, so he walked up slowly and asked.

"What's going on?"

"Sir, I am a teacher from the academy. Today I am here to provide free medical consultations to the people."

"Is there such a good thing? Let me see it."

Gao Ci took the old man's pulse, looked at his tongue coating, and spoke slowly.

"Do your knees hurt when it's cold or rainy?"

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