Xu Xiaole only admires those who are capable. His conviction with Sun Yufeng probably started with a "take" in front of the Medicine King Palace. Regarding Li Xiqiang, Xu Xiaole always felt that this was an old liar who traveled to the world and had no ability, otherwise he would not have learned medical skills for many years and would have fallen to the point of telling fortunes and writing on behalf of others.

What’s even more tragic is that you can’t even make a living like this!

Sun Yufeng is a paradise. If he doesn't mention money to you, you can't mention money to him. Li Xiqiang is a dilapidated house and even said that he was recommended by the doctor. Among the three, Xu Xiaole is considered a small asset. It's just that meal time, so it's self-evident who is the one who treats you.

The three of them turned out from Miaoqian Street, walked through rows of open-air restaurants that specialize in traveling doctors, and finally walked to a small restaurant with a roof. Although his house has a roof, it was just a storefront. It was so hard to think about it while sitting in the house for dinner in Mayday.

The store set up a sunshade on the road and placed tables and chairs under it. When three guests came, they immediately became enthusiastic: "Three distinguished guests invite me here! The store is clean and delicious, so you can eat and drink well."

Li Xiqiang leaned over and said, "The boss doesn't recognize me anymore?"

The shop owner was stunned, looked carefully, and suddenly whispered, "Isn't this Dr. Li? How can he be so depressed!"

Li Xiqiang was so dirty that he turned around and greeted Sun Yufeng and Xu Xiaole, and said revenge: "I used to call dishes from their house when I opened a clinic. The taste was OK and clean. The boss was too good to be a human being, and he would only open a fly restaurant for the rest of his life."

Xu Xiaole smiled so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

The store was standing behind, of course he heard it, his face turned red, but he was afraid of offending the customers.

Sun Yufeng glanced at his junior nephew: "I'm not kind."

Xu Xiaole said happily: "That's it. You are so mean, the boss will spit in the food!"

After hearing this, the store owner hurriedly said, "No, no! We are all old neighbors, and we are joking, how can we do such a thing!"

Xu Xiaole found it even more interesting, slapped one or two pieces of broken silver on the table, and said cowhisper: "Shop, make the food cleaner. I'll give the silver."

The store owner's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

The court stipulated that private transactions could only be made with Baochao, but now everyone thinks that Baochao is a piece of waste paper. The "Yicheng" written on it is often not worth 30% of the time. What's even more fucking is that it cannot be used to pay taxes and fees! It's still worth taking real money and silver to make people feel at ease.

And he said he wanted to give cash silver right away. He definitely didn’t come to eat a few bowls of copper coins. He had to be a big meal to be worthy of the silver!

The boss's wife heard "silver" inside, pulled her head and looked at it, and hurriedly shouted, "You are still dead and you are still dying?! Go buy some fresh fish and meat so that guests can try our good skills!"

Sun Yufeng said lightly: "Fish produces fire, meat produces phlegm, it is better to eat lighter on hot summer days."

Li Xiqiang nodded and said, "Uncle Master is right. Boss, it's enough to cut two pounds of meat! I don't want fish, I'm afraid of getting angry."

Ordinary families can't eat a pound of meat a month, so Li Xiqiang has become a rich man.

Sun Yufeng had to shake his head, but said nothing. Xu Xiaole sincerely rolled his eyes with contempt. Li Xiqiang wiped the dishes and chopsticks for the two of them with a smile, just like not seeing them.

If the masters and disciples in the world have various feelings of different depths, Xu Xiaole and Li Xiqiang are obviously an extremely strange couple. Because of decades of heartache, Li Xiqiang did not want to accept Xu Xiaole as his disciple, but he did not dare to beat and scold Xu Xiaole.

Li Xiqiang knew very well the intention of his uncle to ask Xu Xiaole to take him as his master. In addition to finding him a good seedling that can inherit his legacy, the main reason was that his uncle was too conservative and unwilling to take his little disciples out to be his ancestors.

If his relationship with Xu Xiaole was completely broken, his uncle might really take Xu Xiaole with his teeth... At that time, Xu Xiaole was his junior brother, and wouldn't it make him even more upset when discussing friendship with his peers?

Xu Xiaole looked at Sun Yufeng, then at Li Xiqiang, and said, "Uncle Master, why are you so powerful, but your master is so bad."

Li Xiqiang was just thinking about living in peace, and when he was about to die, he would just pass the token of the master sect down. Who knew that this little ghost actually took the initiative to provoke the battle, immediately blew his beard and stared at him, and said angrily: "Who said I was bad!"

Sun Yufeng seemed not to see Li Xiqiang sitting here, and said leisurely: "Because he is mediocre in his qualifications and refuses to work hard."

Li Xiqiang immediately followed a fish bubble that was pierced and completely shrunken.

Xu Xiaole lay on the table and laughed.

Sun Yufeng glanced at Li Xiqiang and said to Xu Xiaole: "Studying medicine can be understood in the sacred way. My master said back then: There are five levels of medicine and three types of skills. The best medical skills are to treat people who have not gotten sick and teach them not to get sick; the middle medical skills are to diagnose people who have just gotten sick and treat them; the lowest medical skills are to treat severe diseases."

Xu Xiaole nodded and said, "I read the "Huangdi Neijing" that the best medicine has been cured before illness."

Sun Yufeng nodded and continued: "The so-called doctor has five grades. The lowest-level doctor knows the truth but not the reason. He copied the prescriptions of ancient people and cured the diseases of today's people. It is all about luck. He is called a doctor, but he is actually a quack doctor. He is a wandering doctor who rattles the bell and sells medicine.

"The fourth-class medical worker can have a heritage and receive teachings from teachers. He only regards curing diseases as a livelihood. Compared with quack doctors, he is only better at curing them. He can barely open a library to practice medicine and is considered a doctor.

"When you reach the third level, you can understand your skills and have your own experiences and insights when practicing medicine. The cures will be more and more. People call it a famous doctor, but in fact they can only be considered a medical worker.

"When you reach the second level, there is no big problem with your skills. You have a thorough understanding of medical theory. You can be said to know the truth and know the reason. Treating patients as if they are their own children, you can be considered qualified doctors. In the secular world, you can often be famous and well-known as a "miracle doctor".

"The most top doctor has the skills that can match the Tao, and cannot be cured without illness. Their sincere heart can touch the world. The most valuable thing is that they must have the firm belief of treating the people of the world. During the Jin and Yuan dynasties, there was a great doctor with a surname named Zhu and a pseudonym Danxi. He was very skilled in medicine and opened up the medical school, and practiced the purpose of teaching without distinction. He encouraged the three generations of medicine with his own strength. Only in this way can he be called a national medicine."

After hearing Sun Yufeng's words, Xu Xiaole compared them one by one in his heart. He found that he had never thought of becoming a doctor before... It was ridiculous to say that he just regarded the doctor as an identity, the identity passed down from generation to generation by his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He was not even the first heir to this identity. If his brother was still there, he would probably open a small shop in the north and south of goods and do some small business.

The greatest ideal is probably to join the county medical office and the people-friendly bureau to become a medical officer and make some money to support the family.
Chapter completed!