Chapter 35 They are not sick, their parents are sick
Mr. Zhao looked at Zhou Qinghe's disabled legs and said, "You are here for your brother, right?"
Wen Ning bowed solemnly, "Mr. Zhao, I'm counting on you."
A warm feeling welled up in Zhou Qinghe's heart, "Ningning."
Seeing this scene of deep affection between brother and sister, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but smile knowingly, but he said, "You know Chinese medicine yourself, why didn't you try to help him treat it?"
Wen Ning shook his head and bit his lips unwillingly.
In fact, to be honest, when it comes to traditional Chinese medicine, she is not an academic, but a survivalist.
She is very good at identifying herbs, making herbal medicine bags, and facilitating massage and acupuncture.
Because they need such a person to do odd jobs in the pharmacy. If one person fails to do his job well, he may lose his life, so she must force herself to do these things well.
But when it comes to the core knowledge of how to cure diseases and save lives, they are reluctant to let a child bride learn it.
Wen Ning briefly explained it, and Mr. Zhao was somewhat surprised and a little regretful.
Such a good seedling of traditional Chinese medicine was not properly cultivated, what a waste!
Elder Zhao thought for a moment and told Wen Ning about the treatment he had given Zhou Qinghe for his legs two years ago. Wen Ning lowered his head in frustration.
Old Zhao felt a little sorry for Zhou Qinghe, so after thinking about it, he squatted down to check his legs and prepared to prescribe some nourishing medicine for him, so that Wen Ning might feel more at ease.
But the more I checked, the more something seemed wrong, and the more frightened I became.
According to his diagnosis two years ago, Zhou Qinghe's leg muscles should have been completely necrotic.
But now, not only is there no necrosis, but one can even feel the faint beating of the meridians.
Which means…healing for glowing legs is possible.
Mr. Zhao immediately asked, "What medicine do you use?"
Zhou Qinghe was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Perhaps it was his intuition as a fellow doctor that made Wen Ning realize something immediately. He quickly told Wen Ning about all the foot baths, acupuncture points, and massage methods he had been using recently.
Elder Zhao looked at Wen Ning with a deep gaze. "Where did you find the herbs for the foot bath?"
Wen Ning frowned slightly, "I prepared it myself based on the condition of your brother's legs. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Mr. Zhao couldn't help laughing.
If she was originally considered a hardworking and tenacious talent, now she is a rare genius.
He exhaled softly and said, "It's fitting. It's because of your care during this period that your brother's leg has a glimmer of hope."
moment.
My heart was beating like a drum.
Zhou Qinghe and Wen Ning both looked up suddenly.
Elder Zhao smiled and said, "There's only a slight chance, but the possibility of a cure is still very low. You have to be mentally prepared."
Zhou Qinghe chuckled, "It couldn't be any worse."
Wen Ning clenched his fists and said stubbornly, "It can be cured. It can definitely be cured."
Mr. Zhao admired Wen Ning's persistence. He discussed some pharmacology and medicinal properties with her and helped her adjust a few medicinal ingredients before leaving.
After seeing off Mr. Zhao and his group, Wen Ning was so excited that he felt a little at a loss.
Zhou Qinghe looked at her and smiled gently, "Ningning, why don't you study Traditional Chinese Medicine in college? That way, you can become a disciple of Master Zhao and no one will dare to bully you anymore."
Zhou Qinghe had also thought carefully about this idea.
First of all, Wen Ning has talent, but lacks some opportunities. If he becomes Zhao's disciple, he will surely shine.
Secondly, Mr. Zhao is extremely protective of his students. He would defend people he met for the first time many times simply out of admiration. If Wen Ning became his student in the future, he would definitely not let him be bullied again.
But, Wen Ning shook his head slightly, "I probably won't study Chinese medicine."
Zhou Qinghe was a little surprised, "Why?"
"Because I found something I want to do more." Wen Ning said firmly.
For many people, dreams are very illusory things. It seems that no one has a profession that they are particularly obsessed with or a job that they really want to do.
Therefore, Zhou Qinghe was a little surprised when he heard Wen Ning say this, "What is it?"
"Reporter." Wen Ning pursed his lips slightly.
reporter?
This surprised Zhou Qinghe.
But then he thought, his sister has a quick mind and a quick reaction, so she must be very good as a reporter.
But, I’m still a little curious, “Why a reporter?”
The night breeze blew the scattered hair on Wen Ning's forehead, revealing a pair of calm and bright eyes.
Rather than simply curing illnesses and saving lives, she wants to use her pen, language, and photos to depict the beauty and bustle of the world, and to expose the dirty truths that cannot be seen in the light.
She wanted to expose the filth and ugliness of the sanatorium with her own hands.
Expose how they erode people's hearts, torture their bodies, and destroy their dignity.
We must also bring those hegemons who harm young girls, bully the weak, and treat human life as worthless to justice.
She wants justice for those who were forced to be sick!
They are not sick.
It’s the parents who are sick!
What is wrong is the sanatorium that pursues money and has lost its humanity!
Zhou Qinghe was startled by the cruel look in Wen Ning's eyes and called out to her worriedly, "Ningning, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Ning came back to his senses. "Nothing. I'm just a little excited about the thought of becoming a reporter."
Zhou Qinghe also smiled. "Okay, if there's anything you want to do, then work hard at it. If you need any help, tell me. I'll definitely support you!"
Wen Ning narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, thank you, brother."
Rest for a night and study normally the next day.
Gu Boyan came over ten minutes earlier than usual, and Wen Ning hadn't finished his breakfast yet.
As soon as she saw Gu Boyan, she hurriedly stuffed two shrimp dumplings into her mouth and said vaguely, "I'm done!"
Gu Boyan said, "Don't worry, take your time to eat. I came here early today."
But having said that, Wen Ning was still a little anxious.
The teacher has already arrived, why is she, the student, still dawdling?
Just at this moment, Zhou Qinghe invited, "Teacher Gu, please sit down and have some more food."
Gu Boyan didn't hesitate and sat down in the seat next to Wen Ning. Seeing the little girl's chubby cheeks, he picked up the milk cup next to her and placed it next to her.
Wen Ning was indeed feeling a little choked, so he grabbed the liquid and poured it down his throat twice, which made him feel much better.
Gu Boyan looked at the girl with a mustache at the corner of her lips. Compared with her usual calm and composed appearance, she looked more cute and adorable.
Wen Ning like this is extremely rare.
His eyebrows raised slightly, and Gu Boyan inexplicably gave up the idea of reminding her to wipe her mouth. He also started a topic to prevent her from noticing anything wrong with herself.
"You seem to be in a good mood today."
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