Grandpa Zhu, who was sitting at the entrance of Nanqiao and organizing his words, was interrupted by this sudden voice. When he saw that the person coming was Nanqiao, the displeasure on his face disappeared immediately, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Xiao...Xiao Nan, can I go in and talk to you?" Grandpa Zhu pointed at the yard of Nanqiao's house and asked.

"Sure, come in and talk." Nanqiao opened the gate and let Mr. Zhu in, and took him to sit at the table in the yard. Sheng Yanchuan went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and put it in front of the two of them. Seeing that Mr. Zhu seemed to have something to say, he went to pack his things on the bicycle, leaving them a space to be alone.

"Grandpa Zhu, do you have anything to tell me?" Nanqiao asked. He was a little curious about the purpose of Grandpa Zhu's visit. If he was talking about food, he wouldn't be so embarrassed. After all, the old man was very confident the night before.

"Xiao Nan, I want to ask you, do you want to study medicine with me?" After saying this, Mr. Zhu stared at Nan Qiao closely, watching the reaction on her face. He saw a dazed look on the girl's pretty and delicate face.

Old Master Zhu added anxiously, "I know I shouldn't tell you this in the current situation, but you are really a good candidate, and I don't want to have any regrets. If you agree, then you will be my last disciple, and I will teach you everything I have learned in my life."

Nanqiao was a little confused after hearing what the old man said. She didn't mind having an extra skill. Moreover, after the transformation of Wuzhushui, her memory had improved a lot. The complicated and difficult to remember herbs and prescriptions in traditional Chinese medicine were not difficult for her.

She just didn't expect that one day, this kind of learning would start in this way

But seeing the old man gradually getting disappointed because he didn't get a response, Nanqiao still spoke up and said, "Then I wonder if I should call you Grandpa Zhu or Master from now on?"

"Okay, I know I shouldn't say this now... No? What? You agreed?" Mr. Zhu was so happy that his snow-white beard trembled.

"Call me Master! Call me Master! Good boy, call me Master quickly so that I, an old man, can hear you." Grandpa Zhu smiled and narrowed his eyes, waiting to hear Nanqiao's call of "Master".

"Hello, Master. I am Nanqiao, your disciple, and I am here to greet you." Nanqiao stood up and bowed respectfully to Mr. Zhu. Chinese medicine is a traditional Chinese culture that emphasizes respecting teachers. It is always right to be polite.

"Oh, okay, okay, good boy." Grandpa Zhu secretly wiped away his tears when Nanqiao wasn't noticing. The Chinese medicine he loved all his life was suppressed to this point. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad. If it weren't for his wife and his children, how could Grandpa Zhu really stop seeing patients from then on? Even at home, he didn't dare to take out those medical skills to read them, for fear that an impulse would bring trouble to the family again. Those herbs in the yard were just his last thoughts.

Now that he has such a satisfactory apprentice, even if he can no longer use Chinese medicine to treat others in this life, he will be content. At worst, he will teach Nanqiao at home. Now thinking about the experience of meeting Nanqiao, Mr. Zhu feels it is mysterious. He never thought that eating for free would give him an apprentice who can cook delicious food.

Thinking about this, Mr. Zhu took out the box hidden in his arms and gave it to Nanqiao.

"Here, this is the apprenticeship gift from Master!"

"Thank you, Master." Nanqiao thanked him and took the box, which was made of fine red sandalwood. He placed the box on the table and opened it carefully. He saw a jade pendant and a yellowed notebook in the box.

"My name is Zhu Taihe, and this jade pendant represents the Zhu family. Our Zhu family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and the medical skills have been passed down from generation to generation. In the early years, we opened classes and taught, and there were many students all over the world. Later, Western medicine was introduced to China, and more and more people felt that Western medicine was fast and effective in treating diseases, and that Chinese medicine was a cultural dregs. But they had no idea of ​​the charm of Chinese medicine. Therefore, over the years, our Zhu family has become increasingly declining, and there are few people. Although my generation has also accepted many apprentices, because of the crackdown on landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements and rightists in recent years, your senior brothers and sisters... basically no longer touch this. The few who can persist can only secretly treat people to make a living."

As Mr. Zhu spoke, he looked more and more dejected. Seeing him so lost, Nanqiao comforted him, "Master, don't worry. Chinese medicine is our country's traditional culture after all. I believe it will surely be revived one day." Nanqiao recalled the world before she transmigrated into the book. It was so difficult to register for a good Chinese medicine doctor...

"Well, I hope so. This is an ancient book, but it was copied by my master's master. It contains some precious ancient prescriptions. You can keep it too. Although it is not a unique copy, it is also precious." Grandpa Zhu pointed to the book inside.

"Master, isn't this too precious?" Let's not talk about the value of the prescription for now, but the glass jade pendant engraved with a totem in the shape of a blessing must be worth a lot of money!

"Take it, take it. You are my last disciple, so you must be included. Oh! By the way, my son is Zhu Yang, and he is in Kyoto now. I will take you to meet him when I have the chance." The old man mentioned his son with a bad look on his face. Nanqiao looked at him and thought that since his master was forced to retreat here, his senior brother in Kyoto must have a hard time.

Thinking of this, Nanqiao didn't want his master to continue to be sad because of these things, so he changed the subject and asked, "Master, you said you have many disciples. Does everyone have one of these jade pendants?" If everyone has one, then this master is too rich...

"How can that be possible? Your senior brothers and sisters can only call me teacher, and they are not considered as disciples. My son has one of these jade pendants, and you have one. Originally, your master's wife and I each had one, and they were to be passed down to the Zhu family. Your master's wife gave hers to Zhu Yang many years ago, and Zhu Yang is the only child we have, so I'm giving this one to you!"

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