With Ye Hong's ability, it doesn't matter which major he chooses.
Anyway, he doesn't have to carefully choose his major for future employment like other college students.
The reason why I chose archeology was of course because of prehistoric civilization.
Ye Hong once heard something mentioned by Zhong Liyuan, the dean of the Examination Yuan.
Although the Examination Yuan has electronic book resources across the province, many precious physical documents are collected by the libraries of various universities.
If you want to access these documents, you must enter the libraries of major universities.
Not to mention, there is still a lot of knowledge that only exists in the heads of professors and is not recorded in books.
Ye Hong planned to go to Jiang University's library to see if he could find some relevant documents in the name of his archeology major.
Of course, it would be better if you could get in touch with experts and professors who are good at this area.
"Jingle Bell-"
The pleasant ringtone of the cell phone interrupted Ye Hong's thoughts.
Ye Hong looked at the number displayed above, looked solemn, and picked up the call.
"Boss, after that woman returned to Heluo City, she spent the whole day except growing flowers and grass and cooking. She did nothing else."
Ye Hong's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the report from the Ye Blade member on the other end of the phone.
"Got it, keep monitoring!"
After hanging up the phone, Ye Hong couldn't help but curled his lips: "Growing flowers and grass? Cooking food? What on earth is this strange woman Wu Qinglan thinking?"
He shook his head, lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the paper.
After a while, Ye Hong looked at the paper in his hand with satisfaction.
"It's done."
On the paper is a series of elegant small words.
Codonopsis pilosula, astragalus, wolfberry. Anyone who knows the industry can immediately tell that this is a herbal prescription.
In fact, it was this prescription that Ye Hong had been studying and copying.
It turned out that on his way back, he received a call from Jiang Yu.
On the phone, Jiang Yu described a strange illness to him and asked Ye Hong to prepare a prescription for it.
Hearing Jiang Yu's anxious tone, Ye Hong didn't hesitate. After thinking for a long time, he finally completed the prescription.
He picked up his phone, took a photo of the prescription and sent it to Jiang Yu.
At this moment, Jiangjia, Yangji District, Bailu City, the base of the Ancient Medical Skills Association.
The atmosphere in the base today is a bit strange.
All the ancient doctors of the association walked out of the laboratory and looked at the group of people opposite with ugly expressions.
There are about a dozen people in this group, each wearing a white coat unique to ancient doctors.
It's just that unlike the robes of the Jiangnan Province Ancient Medical Skills Association, which are engraved with Lingxiao flowers, the clothes of these people are printed with bright purple roses.
Rose, gorgeous, prickly.
The two sides stood facing each other, giving off a faint smell of gunpowder.
On the Jiangnan Province Ancient Medical Skills Association, the leader is of course the president Jiang Guchan.
His eldest son Jiang Zheng, one of the vice presidents, was also standing beside him.
It's just that these two people, as well as the other ancient doctors beside them, don't look very good-looking.
On the other hand, the group of people dressed as ancient doctors with purple roses embroidered on them were in high spirits and smiling.
The leader was a man about forty years old, with a slightly stooped back.
He has a long face, but a pair of small eyes the size of soybeans that are extremely inappropriate for his face shape.
If you don't look carefully, you won't know that he has his eyes open.
The man rolled his eyes, revealing a cunning light, and said with a sinister smile: "Hehehehe, Jiangnan Province's Ancient Medical Skills Association is only so powerful!"
(End of chapter)