Xie Yan clearly heard the tremor in Xue Qingdai's soft voice.
His slender hands were placed stiffly on the door.
"It's me," he replied eagerly.
Xie Yan's voice is very recognizable, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, deep and pleasant, always giving people a sense of security.
Xue Qingdai rushed to open the door for him without caring about her image. Xie Yan came early in the morning and waited outside without knocking on the door.
The cold wind in the early morning was like a thin knife piercing the skin, causing slight pain. Xie Yan must have been frozen.
"Xie Yan, come in quickly."
"How long have you been waiting?"
Xie Yan did not give a direct answer. He looked at her walking barefoot on the ground with his lips pursed.
He took off his coat and the cold air dissipated.
He bent down and held up Xue Qingdai's legs with one hand, "Why are you walking around barefoot without socks?"
Having learned the lesson from being blamed by Xue Qingdai last time, Xie Yan spoke in a relatively gentle tone this time.
Xue Qingdai was picked up by Xie Yan's strong arms. Xie Yan was too tall, and she was afraid of heights, so she hugged Xie Yan's neck with both arms and did not dare to let go.
Even though Xie Yan's voice was extremely calm, she still felt like she was being scolded by him.
She lowered her head and didn't want to talk to Xie Yan, it was all for him...
Xie Yan put her on the bed, rubbed her socks with his hands to warm them, gently wiped the soles of her feet with pink toilet paper, and slowly put on her socks.
"Dade..."
Xue Qingdai kicked Xie Yan's leg and said, "Go wash your hands quickly, and bring me my washbasin."
In view of Xie Yan's sincere attitude, she reluctantly forgave Xie Yan.
Most of the supply and marketing cooperatives have bright red "囍" enamel basins, and Xie Yan has already mixed hot water in them.
While Xue Qingdai was washing her face and brushing her teeth, Xie Yan found a dry place to pile the coal briquettes he brought.
The third brother Xue Yongkang cooked two eggs in total. Xue Qingdai couldn’t finish them, so she stuffed one into Xie Yan’s mouth.
Xie Yan kept watching her eat, but she was not a food show host.
Xie Yan specifically wanted her eggs.
After Xie Yan finished drinking the remaining soy milk from Xue Qingdai, the two of them went out and walked slowly on the ice.
"Third brother asked you to come?" Xue Qingdai was wearing thick cotton shoes with handmade cotton flannel insoles.
Xie Yan: “Hmm…”
Xue Qingdai was wearing the cotton jacket and trousers that her mother Yang Xiaomin had just mailed to her. They were made of this year's new cotton and were fluffy and soft. She was already sweating from wearing them.
Xue Qingdai dressed herself up as a thick snowman. She felt like she couldn't walk anymore. It was difficult for her to even bend her legs, and she walked slower and slower.
Xie Yan walked behind her, covering her footprints one by one.
Looking back, there was only a pair of large footprints on the white snow behind.
Xue Qingdai felt that the journey was increasingly long, and she looked at the snow on the ground with boredom.
"Xie Yan, continue~"
Xue Qingdai playfully grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Xie Yan's clothes.
Xie Yan followed behind her all the time for fear that she would fall, but she still played.
His expression remained unchanged. He looked at the watch on his right wrist and saw that time was running out.
When Xue Qingdai threw it again, Xie Yan directly fixed her two arms.
"I was wrong..." Xue Qingdai was lifted up by Xie Yan.
It's so embarrassing that Xie Yan bullies the weak.
Fortunately, there was no one on the road.
When Xue Qingdai arrived at Jirentang, she was half-carried by Xie Yan.
"Stay here obediently, I'll pick you up in the evening." Xie Yan pinched Xue Qingdai's delicate white face lightly, and hurried away with steady steps.
Xue Qingdai's eyes were empty and a little dull, and the warmth from Xie Yan's fingertips seemed to still be on her face.
"Come back to your senses, little disciple." Shen Shichun was sitting and grinding grass roots.
Shen Shichun is almost sixty years old. She has a ruddy complexion, the backs of her hands are white and wrinkle-free, and her temperament is calm. She looks at her little apprentice with amorous feelings and a faint smile on her lips.
"Master~"
Xue Qingdai sat opposite her master, continued to flip through the "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Jia Yi Jing", and then slacked off.
Shen Shichun gently touched her head and went to take the pulse and treat the new patient.
Xue Qingdai read her favorite acupuncture book again and had a different experience.
This book has been worn out, but the cover is still as good as new. It seems that Master Shen cherishes and is obsessed with medical skills. She was not wrong about him.
It took Xue Qingdai a long time to prepare herself mentally for her new apprenticeship.
She never thought that she was invincible, and she always strived for perfection in her medical skills.
However, there are barriers within traditional Chinese medicine, and dialectical treatment is the core.
The husband has his own reasons, and the wife has her own reasons. Xue Qingdai didn't dare to say that she was completely right, but she always had awe for doctors who were better than her.
She inherited the medical experience passed down from generation to generation by the Xue family. Because the Xue family was too conservative, they only passed it down to blood relatives, and it became extinct in her generation.
Although the Xue family has unique acupuncture skills that can save people from the hands of the King of Hell, they cannot compare with the skills of other traditional Chinese medicine families in other aspects.
She worshipped this Master Shen, Shen Shichun, who was best at women's medicine, which also implicitly matched the direction she wanted to improve.
The moment Xue Qingdai successfully became an apprentice, she suddenly realized that she liked Chinese medicine because of its charm itself, not for the sake of family inheritance.
She can absorb the strengths of various schools and integrate them into her own medical essence.
It has nothing to do with family, only her own personal achievements.
That meant she had to break her old habits and transform herself from a respected doctor into an unknown apprentice.
Since we can’t stay at the peak, let’s go back to the way we came.
Xue Qingdai adapted very quickly because her master and her fellow seniors were particularly caring and loving towards her, fearing that she would run away.
Because studying Chinese medicine is very hard.
In her previous life, Xue Qingdai had always been trying to find joy in hardship, getting up early and going to bed early, day after day of accumulation, which led to her development of her superb acupuncture skills.
Today, she still has to continue learning.
She put her wrist on her chin and read the cases that Shen Shichun had recently recorded, comparing them with her usual treatment plans, comparing the differences one by one.
Shen Shichun had just finished prescribing medicine for the mother and daughter and was about to pay the bill.
The elderly woman with uneven shoulders kept nodding to Shen Shichun in thanks and holding her hand lovingly.
"Doctor Shen, we don't have enough money on us. We'll give it to you next time."
"You are such a nice person, you know our family conditions."
Xue Qingdai's grip on the medical record tightened. This statement was too familiar. Some of the patients she had received before had paid on credit, but she only gave them three chances. If they didn't pay after three chances, they would be kicked out!
She doesn't run a charity.
Xue Qingdai walked slowly towards Shen Shichun, and the master's expression was still calm and gentle.
Shen Shichun said calmly: "This is the third time this year. I just settled the accounts yesterday. You owed me more than twenty times in total."
"The pharmacy is not open for you for free."
"I know your life is not easy, but I am not a person who has an easy life either."
"If you don't pay me back, I won't treat you next time."
The mother and daughter looked at each other, fell to the ground, and cried together.
"Alas, my mother and I have such a hard life. We can't even afford meat, and we can't even see a doctor!"
"I think you are a fake Buddha. You allowed us to buy on credit before, but why not now?"
"You have so many patients coming and going at Jirentang. I wonder how much money you make. So what if you let us see you for free?"
Xue Qingdai closed the door of Jirentang and hung up a sign saying it was closed.
He whispered softly in Shen Shichun's ear, afraid that the mother and daughter would hear:
"Master, are thieves so rampant now?"
"How much money did they steal?"
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