"Traditional Chinese medicine, I have to say, is not a good choice. It will only delay your future and waste your talent." Nie Mi spoke earnestly, wishing he could reveal his heart to her.
He values talent as much as his life, and if it were someone else, he would not bother to persuade her, but this person is her, how can he bear to see her choose a difficult path
Qiao Nian could tell the difference between sincerity and falsehood. She didn't care what others said, but now she couldn't help but sigh. She changed her posture, propped up her head, and said helplessly, "I like Chinese medicine."
Nie Mi: "Even if I like you, I can't eat you!"
If someone else heard what he said, they might be dumbfounded.
Nie Mi is famous for being weird and aloof. He disdains money the most. In his eyes, future and money are shit.
His happiness is priceless!
He wants money and fame, so young people like Wei Ling don't have the chance to succeed.
He just disdains these things, so people say he is arrogant and difficult to approach.
When a person who is full of pride advises another person earnestly that "liking something cannot make a living", the impact is like Mars hitting the Earth.
Qiao Nian didn't feel that way, and replied lazily: "There's another reason. Studying medicine can save lives."
"The world is too cold and needs someone to spread warmth."
Nie Mi blew his beard and glared: "Music can also convey warmth and save people!"
Qiao Nian had never seen someone as difficult as him. He smiled and said in a rather bandit-like manner, "No, music can save people's hearts but not their lives. I want to convey that warmth, not rely on music to heal wounds."
Nie Mi didn't understand and was about to refute her by giving her some examples of how music saved lives.
Who knows, I heard her say: "I met a little kid before, he was very young, very well-behaved and very sensible. He was unlucky and had a congenital disability. This disease troubled him from birth until he grew up and became sensible. Music can soothe his injured heart, but there is no way to cure the disease he was born with. I want to save people, not just to comfort that person spiritually, but to make that person healthy and have a life like ordinary people."
As she spoke, she slowly added, "There is another reason why I study medicine. I have an elder who has been paralyzed in bed for many years, and I have never found the materials to treat him. I found one recently, but his health is too poor to perform surgery right away. There are a few things I haven't figured out yet, and I want to learn more to figure out those difficult points so that I can perform surgery on him as soon as possible."
Nie Mi stopped talking and remained silent for a long time. He didn't know what to say: "You can't perform surgery on people even if you study Chinese medicine. It's better to study Western medicine. I know Liang Lu from Tsinghua University. She is a professor in the clinical department and is very famous in China. If you want to study medicine, I can tell her and you can learn from her in the future."
Liang Lu? Qiao Nian remembered where she had heard this name before and refused nonchalantly: "No, I just want to study Chinese medicine."
Nie Mi didn't understand what was so good about Chinese medicine that attracted her so much. But he couldn't resist her and sighed, "It's up to you. Chinese medicine is also one of the traditional cultures, but it's a pity that it has declined..."
Just like the konghou, everyone knows that the instrument he is best at is the konghou, but those people always come to him with piano and violin pieces.
It eventually fell into decline!
Nie Mi couldn't help but feel sad. After all, he lived to be sixty or seventy years old, and half of his body was buried in the soil. After a brief moment of sadness, he remembered something: "By the way, what are your plans after the exam? Are you busy going back to Raocheng? If you are not in a hurry, can you spare a day to come out? I have a favor to ask of you."
(End of this chapter)