Jiangbeiyuan still stood where he was.
Snow fell on his hair, his brows, and covered his broad shoulders.
He stood there like a tall statue, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.
"Dr. Jiang??"
A cordial greeting brought Jiang Beiyuan back from his thoughts.
Jiang Beiyuan woke up from his daze and found that the person standing in front of him was the kind old lady who performed the surgery on him before leaving the Central Hospital.
"Oh my God, why are you standing here? Are you cold? Are you wearing so little?"
"It's not cold." Jiang Beiyuan smiled.
"A sneeze."
Suddenly he sneezed, and the man's brows widened.
The cold he wanted finally came.
"I feel like I'm sick."
"You're wearing so little and you're still standing in the vent. It's weird if you don't catch a cold!!"
The old lady felt very distressed. With such heavy snow, who wouldn't hurry up and stay indoors? He was just standing here like a fool, looking happy even though he had a cold.
The old lady hurriedly grabbed Jiangbeiyuan's arm to pull him in. Jiangbeiyuan did not shirk this time and followed the old man in.
Qiao Zhen had finished injecting Yan Nian. She was washing her hands and looking at Jiang Beiyuan who appeared in her shop.
The old lady handed a clean towel to Jiangbeiyuan and asked him to wipe the snow on his head, while explaining to Qiao Zhen:
"Jane, this is Dr. Jiang who performed the surgery on me I told you about before."
"That's him, he's quite young." Qiao Zhen said casually, her voice was casual and she didn't show much enthusiasm.
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan looked around calmly, but did not see Yan Nian's figure. He frowned slightly, but quickly recovered and stepped forward, stretching out his dry and cold hand, "Hello, Jiang Beiyuan."
Qiao Zhen nodded and held hands with Jiang Beiyuan. From a close look, he was a handsome man with sharp features and sharp eyes. He was very upright and handsome. He should be less than thirty years old.
If her son were still alive now, he would probably be about the same age as him.
Qiao Zhen quickly retracted her hand, a flash of sadness in her eyes fleeting.
"My hands are so cold, are they frozen?" she asked casually.
"Cold."
Jiang Beiyuan's voice is as clear and clean as a clear spring in a mountain stream.
"My father cooked a bowl of ginger syrup this morning. It contains 10 grams of ginger, 10 grams of brown sugar, 60 grams of japonica rice, and 3 grams of perilla leaves. After drinking it, I felt a lot better. I heard that there is a Dr. Qiao on North Road who has excellent medical skills and is free in the afternoon. So I came here to try acupuncture.”
"You are quite particular about Chinese medicine."
Qiao Zhen said, a flash of thought flashed in her eyes, "But you are not a Western medicine doctor, why do you come to me, a Chinese medicine doctor?"
"It's not really Western medicine."
Jiangbeiyuan curled his lips and smiled.
Continued:
"I was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine. My ancestors followed Zhang Zhongjing when he traveled around the world. I studied traditional Chinese medicine in college. I read "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Huangdi Neijing" and "Compendium of Materia Medica" no less than ten times. Later, I was assigned to this department by mistake. I went to the hospital and quit my job not long after that. After all, I was not a professional counterpart. What’s more, I have always admired the broad culture of traditional Chinese medicine and couldn’t stand those quack doctors who prescribe medicines indiscriminately just to make money in the hospital.”
"Um… !"
Qiao Zhen nodded.
Jiang Beiyuan's attitude changed from being unwelcome to quite appreciative. She likes people who don't believe in Western medicine.
"But you are quite powerful. You saved my aunt with a knife even though you were not professional. It shows that you still have your skills!"
"It's all taught well by our ancestors and inherited from our talents." Jiang Beiyuan said, his eyebrows raised.
(End of chapter)