Su Xuan scratched his head and thought to himself, Su Xuan, Su Xuan, never go for barbecue again, such a big incident happened this ti because of it.
Chu Wanjun looked at Su Xuan, her pretty face slightly blushing. The blush was because she felt that Su Xuan seed not to have lied to her, and she might have overthought the situation. For a mont, she didn’t know what to say, just felt the scene was a bit awkward.
"Forget it, you can’t be blad for this. It’s good if mom can stop selling at the stall, so she won’t keep getting bullied by them."
Chu Wanjun sighed, then gazed into the distance, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She was resolved to bear the family’s burden and not let her mother work so hard anymore.
She walked slowly to the bridgehead, holding onto the railing, watching the distant sunset. A gentle breeze blew by, lifting her skirt and hair. Chu Wanjun’s graceful figure was indeed very beautiful, even soone like Su Xuan, accustod to seeing beauties, felt a slight ripple in his heart seeing her at that mont.
Getting off the car, he walked slowly to the bridgehead and spoke softly while looking at the distant scenery.
"What made you decide to apply to the dical University? Not many girls study Traditional Chinese dicine (TCM)."
Su Xuan asked curiously. He knew that Chu Wanjun’s major was TCM, and indeed, not many girls study TCM since it’s quite tedious, requires rembering many things, and more importantly, without a ntor, developnt in TCM is difficult.
The TCM profession is like teaching; the older you get, the more valued you are. For soone as young as her, it’s really hard to persevere.
"Because my mom often falls ill, and she’s reluctant to see a doctor, so I want to learn TCM. Because once I’ve learnt it, I can help treat my mom and help her recuperate," Chu Wanjun said softly. Her voice seed filled with so attachnt and reluctance. Su Xuan seed to understand a bit but didn’t fully grasp it. Nonetheless, he felt that Chu Wanjun was a particularly unique girl.
"And you, as far as I know, you’re clearly in the finance departnt. How co you understand TCM and seem quite skilled at it?"
Initially, Chu Wanjun didn’t want to ask, but since Su Xuan asked her, she beca curious about his knowledge of TCM. Su Xuan’s skills were indeed good, because Chu Wanjun was aware of her own professional shortcomings and didn’t dare to practice acupuncture, given its difficulty.
"Haha, it’s just an interest of mine. In the future, we can exchange insights if there’s a chance. Actually, you’re learning quite well; you just lack soone to guide you. If you can et an old TCM doctor, this path would be more suitable for you."
Su Xuan said with a smile. The reason he said that was because he knew clearly that TCM emphasizes personal cultivation and requires a tranquil ntal Realm, and Chu Wanjun possessed such a disposition.
Chu Wanjun smiled wryly at Su Xuan’s words, seeming both frustrated and as if she had so unspeakable difficulties, and didn’t say anything further.
After parting with Chu Wanjun, Su Xuan rode a bike back to Shen Ruoqiu’s ho.
On the outskirts of Sunan City, by a picturesque riverside, stood a house with a retro style, and the entire room was filled with an ancient literary vibe. A plaque was hung above the door of the house, and the plaque bore the words "No More Than Three A Day".
Anyone who’s been here would know that entering this place is extrely difficult. The so-called "No More Than Three A Day" ans that no more than three people can enter the room each day.
"Grandpa, isn’t it said that a physician should have parental compassion? Why did the Divine Doctor set the rule of ’No More Than Three A Day’? What if there’s an ergency, couldn’t it delay lives?"
An elder, supported by a lively young girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, slowly ca to the house, and the girl asked softly, filled with curiosity.
"Danqing, you’re missing sothing here. Because there’s ’No More Than Three A Day’, people only then value life so much. As the Holy Hand Bianque once said, if all incurable diseases could be treated as easily as a cold, then no one would cherish their health, and life would lack restraint. So, he set the ’No More Than Three A Day’. Not only that, but he also had the ’Three No Cures’." The elder explained softly.
"Three No Cures, what are the Three No Cures? Could it be not treating the unfilial, the disloyal, or the unrighteous?" The young girl asked curiously.
"No, are you reading martial arts novels? The ’Three No Cures’ by Holy Hand Bianque are: not treating those who waste life; the so-called wasting life refers to wasting one’s own life, such as being addicted to alcohol, indulging in pleasure, or those in the Martial World because he believes that saving such people is pointless, so it’s better not to save them. The second is not treating those who have no money."
"Uh, Grandpa, isn’t that a bit too rcenary? Isn’t it said that a physician should have parental compassion? Does that an the poor don’t have any chance to live?"
The young girl’s impression of the Holy Hand Bianque dropped instantly. In her view, the Holy Hand Bianque should be a high and mighty figure, akin to those Divine Doctors in martial arts shows, who hang out a shingle and help the poor, right?
"Little girl, you’re thinking too much. You think that Divine Doctors are in the charity business. Anyone who cos to see a doctor here definitely doesn’t have minor ailnts; they must have serious illnesses. And serious illnesses require many precious dicinal herbs. Do you think anyone can afford such precious dicinal materials? As the saying goes, even a skilled housewife cannot cook without ingredients. No matter how brilliant a Divine Doctor is, if he doesn’t have dicinal assistance, there’s naturally no way to treat it. This actually damages his reputation. Of course, as a Divine Doctor, if people expected him to pay out of pocket whenever he saw a poor person and helped them, he’d probably be bankrupt long ago."
The elder explained softly. Though the second no-cure might seem inhumane on the surface, it’s actually based on human nature. After all, Divine Doctors are human too, and they have reputations to uphold. If they help the poor for free, they’d likely end up bankrupt.
"I see, so what is the third no-cure?"
The young girl was also curious in her heart. Listening to what her grandpa said, she felt it was reasonable, although a bit inhumane, but it considered things more from a human nature perspective.
"The last no-cure is not treating those in the last stages of an illness. This is why even your grandpa had to swallow his pride and ask Holy Hand Bianque for treatnt."
The elder said this while leading the girl into the house.
A faint fragrance of dicine filled the air as the elder entered a room, guided by two attendants, and stepped into a room.
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