After hanging up the phone, Chuxia returned to her bedroom. She opened the cabinet under the dressing table and sure enough, there was a bulging paper bag inside.
When Cen Zhengnian went home last time, he placed the gifts here in advance, just in case he couldn't come back on Chuxia's birthday, it would not affect Chuxia receiving the gift from him.
Chuxia took out the paper bag, opened the bag, and saw a few pieces of paper and a book inside.
Chuxia took out all the things and looked at the papers first. When she saw the contents on them, she was stunned.
Listed on the paper were the majors currently offered at the Imperial Capital College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the admission scores in Liangzhou's province in recent years, and the probability of her being admitted with her current grades.
Chuxia flipped through the pages again and found not only the Imperial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but also the majors and admission scores offered by several other famous medical universities in the capital.
In addition, there are also the founding history, school spirit, famous alumni, great teachers, etc. of these schools.
After Chuxia finished looking at each sheet carefully, she sat on a chair with the papers in her hand, her eyes falling on the papers. The papers were light and seemed to have no weight, but Chuxia felt they were very heavy.
She put the paper back into the bag and went to look at the letter at the bottom.
There wasn't much in the letter, except that I should have given her the information earlier, but because I hadn't collected it all, it wasn't delivered to her until now.
This information was not only collected by Cen Zhengnian, but also with the help of Grandpa Jiang and Uncle Jiang Zhida. He also asked the director of the research institute, Yan Hemin.
As Chu Xia watched, her lips couldn't help but curl upwards. Cen Zhengnian really didn't take any credit for himself.
In fact, when Chuxia said that she wanted to find out about the better schools of traditional Chinese medicine in Beijing, Cen Zhengnian had already kept it in mind.
He said he could help check the admission line, which is relatively easy to check, just ask Uncle Jiang and you will know the result, but he couldn't find out the specific situation of the school when he was in Northwest China.
Later, when he came to Beijing, he did not visit the school in person because he was too busy to have time. Instead, when he was eating or resting, he would ask his local colleagues in Beijing.
Of course, the people who asked the most questions were Grandpa Jiang and Uncle Jiang, and Jiang Zhida helped him to visit the school in person.
No wonder the information even lists the number of teaching buildings in the school, where the cafeteria is, and even how many lakes there are.
In addition to the information, there is also a handwritten medical practice manual.
Chuxia glanced at the words on the manual. She was very familiar with the font. Then she looked at the words written in Cen Zhengnian's letter. They were exactly the same.
She continued reading the letter.
Ever since I knew you wanted to study Chinese medicine, every time I went to the library or bookstore to look up information, my eyes would subconsciously glance at the place where medical books were placed.
But this medical book was not bought by me. The grandfather of one of my colleagues happened to study Chinese medicine. I asked him to borrow his grandfather's medical record manual and copied it down to give to you.
I can't think of what kind of birthday gift I should give you that you would like, but I always feel that this medical practice manual is what you need.
When Chu Xia saw these words, her eyes suddenly felt a little sore. She blinked and touched the words on the cover of the manual. The thoughtfulness of this gift surprised her more than receiving beautiful jewelry and clothes.