"Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Master Cheng was stunned for a moment, and didn't react. He scratched his head and turned back to Bo Jingxing and said embarrassedly: "I didn't even know when our Ninth Institute had a Traditional Chinese Medicine laboratory."
Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Bo Jingxing smiled helplessly and walked over to explain to him: "No, the Ninth Institute does not have a Chinese medicine laboratory."
"Then why did this little girl say that she studied Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Master Cheng seemed to be quite fond of Qiao Nian and shook his head regretfully.
This little girl looks like someone who gets things done. She doesn't have the impetuousness that young people have nowadays and she looks quite calm.
Bo Jingxing never thought that Master Cheng would fall in love with Qiao Nian at first sight and even want to take Qiao Nian to his laboratory. He smiled bitterly and said, "She is the doctor Wangchuan found for you. She studied Chinese medicine. I want her to help you see if there is any way to treat your migraine."
"You said that the little girl was the doctor you found for me?" Master Cheng was extremely surprised. He looked at Bo Jingxing and then looked back at the girl standing there with a straight posture. He couldn't help but say, "How old is the little girl? Isn't she too young? Chinese medicine..."
He personally has no prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine and doesn't know much about it, but he is over 70 years old and has heard about it to some extent.
It is said that the older a Chinese medicine practitioner is, the more popular he or she becomes. This little girl looks no older than a college student...
Master Cheng looked Qiao Nian up and down, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became. He thought Bo Jingxing was joking with him: "Did you make a mistake?"
"Ms. Qiao is indeed the doctor that Wangchuan found for you." Bo Jingxing looked at him with his bright eyes and said with great certainty.
After that, he turned his head away and explained to Qiao Nian, "Sister Qiao, don't mind it. Master Cheng is just like that. He usually stays in the laboratory doing research and has no other hobbies. He speaks and acts directly and casually. He may just think you are too young and has no other intentions."
Qiao Nian looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him. The old man was probably in his seventies, and was not as well maintained as Nie Mi. His hair was messily combed back in a small bun. He was of medium build and thin. The big white coat of the Ninth Institute Laboratory felt a little empty on him.
He was different from Zhou Wei and the others. He wore only a sweater inside, a pair of old-fashioned trousers, and a pair of leather slippers, looking unkempt.
But you can see that he has a good personality and is the type who is easy to get along with and not serious.
She retracted her gaze, nodded, and said softly, without any sign of anger, "I can see it."
"Then..." Bo Jingxing hadn't asked her to help Master Cheng.
Qiao Nian had already taken a step forward and said to Master Cheng quite naturally, "Would it be convenient for me to take your pulse?"
When she came closer, Master Cheng could see clearly the face under her hat brim. Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and her skin was extremely white.
Just a nice looking little girl.
He was stunned for a moment, frowned, tilted his head without any malice, and looked at Qiao Nian curiously, "Does the little girl really know Chinese medicine?"
Qiao Nian was always polite to her elders. Even though Master Cheng asked this question rather abruptly, she was patient and nodded good-temperedly, still with that casual look and very dark eyes: "I know a little."
Ah!
Zhou Wei stood aside with a cold look in her eyes, wishing that Master Cheng would refuse to let Qiao Nian take her pulse!
But she was disappointed.
Master Cheng just looked at the girl's calm eyes face to face and smiled, stretched out his hand, and asked: "Should I find a seat? I remember watching a Chinese doctor taking the pulse on TV, and the patient seemed to have to sit down."
(End of this chapter)