Bai Haotian heard Ling Tian's threat and turned to run!
Ling Tian had left an indelible shadow in his heart.
He knew very well that if he didn't run quickly, he would definitely be beaten if he stayed here!
In the Jin family father and son's car, Jin Tianxiang had a solemn expression, while Jin Peng was bewildered and confused.
"Dad, what are you doing? Why are you dragging me away? Are we just going to let that Ling Tian go?"
"Slap!"
Jin Tianxiang slapped his son on the head.
"Stay away from Bai Haotian in the future. If you get too close to this idiot, you'll become an idiot too!"
"Dad, what do you mean by that? Bai Haotian is at least a leader among the younger generation in Jiangzhou..."
"Bah, leader? He's just a spoiled idiot!
I was also bored this time, how could I listen to this guy!"
"Dad, what kind of identification did Ling Tian show that made you so scared?"
"That's a certificate from the Treasure Sword Bureau. Do you think I wouldn't be scared?"
"Treasure Sword Bureau? What is that!"
"That's an organization of top Chinese doctors. In other words, those people are imperial physicians! Imperial physicians!
If you're not an idiot, you should know what imperial physicians do!"
"No way, imperial physicians, him?" Jin Peng couldn't believe this fact at all. He didn't think Ling Tian had such skill and strength.
"No, he really has this strength!" Jin Tianxiang said with a serious expression.
"At this time last year, old man Wang Chunfeng was so sick that he was almost dead. He sought famous doctors everywhere with no effect, but in the end, he was saved by this kid.
There's also old man Jin, who runs a restaurant. It's said that Doctor Ma prescribed him a potent medicine that almost killed him. In the end, it was Ling Tian who discovered the medicine was wrong in time, which saved old man Jin's life..."
"Dad, I don't quite understand. Look at those divine doctors, aren't they all old and frail? How can he, a young man in his early twenties, be so powerful?"
"Aren't you also young? But aren't you also better than your peers?
This kid should have a master guiding him!"
"So we're just going to let it go?" Jin Peng said unwillingly.
"Of course, we can't just let it go, but... we have to make long-term plans!
Also, we must find out who is behind Ling Tian, and what kind of person his master is!
We can't act rashly until we figure these things out!"
"Alright!" Jin Peng gritted his teeth, unwilling.
...
After driving away the Jin family father and son who came to cause trouble, old man Wang Chunfeng looked at his grandson-in-law, liking him more and more.
"Ling Tian, I didn't expect you to have obtained a certificate from the Treasure Sword Bureau now.
With this certificate, as long as you don't commit any evil deeds, no one will dare to do anything to you!
Speaking of which, our Wang family is also benefiting from you."
"Grandpa, what are you saying? I'm also a member of the Wang family. How could I not help when the Wang family is in trouble?"
"Yes, yes, you're the one who sees things clearly.
By the way, I heard from Bing Xia that you took a disciple?"
"Yes, a very good little girl, very insightful. She's only 11 years old, and she has already learned traditional Chinese medicine by herself, and she's doing quite well.
I thought, such a good seedling, can't be wasted. Besides, I have to pass on the skills my master taught me to someone."
"That's right! You and your master's skills must be passed down.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
Think about it, as a doctor, how many patients can you see in a day?
But if you pass on your medical skills and train hundreds or thousands of famous doctors, how many people will you save!"
"Grandpa, you're right, that's exactly what I plan to do. If our Wang family has such good seedlings, you can recommend them to me.
Of course, compared to spiritual aptitude, I value a child's character more.
If a person has a wicked heart, he probably won't become a good doctor, and might even use medical skills for evil."
"Ling Tian, you can rest assured about this! I'm not so confused to the point of finding the wrong inheritor for you. I'll find the best one for you!
By the way, you and Bing Xia should hurry up! Your genes are so excellent, have a few children quickly, and then the inheritance will be passed on, haha..."
Ling Tian was embarrassed by the old man's words and fled in a hurry.
In the evening, Wang Bingxia and Xing Jiajia returned together.
Wang Bingxia bought a lot of things for Xing Jiajia, many sets of new clothes, brand new bedding, a computer, a tablet, a mobile phone, and many books.
Wang Bingxia's car was very large, but it was almost full. Ling Tian had to move the items into the room after several trips.
After dinner, Ling Tian personally set the questions and tested Xing Jiajia to assess her level of traditional Chinese medicine.
Soon, Ling Tian came to a conclusion. The little girl's current level of traditional Chinese medicine was about the same as that of an ordinary township TCM clinic.
For some common diseases, she could prescribe medicine, dispense medicine, and even perform simple acupuncture.
However, she lacked the ability to diagnose these diseases and to adjust the dosage of medicine according to the patient's condition.
This couldn't be blamed on the little girl. She was entirely self-taught, and many of these knowledge were learned from books.
And most of the current TCM textbooks are like this, only teaching the phenomenon but not the reason.
Many TCM books have ambiguous descriptions of the most crucial parts, and even contain many errors.
Even more outrageously, some TCM books have completely opposite conclusions in their related discussions.
Xing Jiajia didn't know which ones were correct and which were wrong, and she had no teacher to guide her, so she could only rely on rote memorization.
Ling Tian stood up, went to the bookshelf, took out 5 books, and handed them directly to Xing Jiajia.
These 5 books were almost all very thick, like dictionaries.
"Here, Jia Jia, don't look at those TCM books of yours anymore!
From now on, for TCM, use these books as textbooks. As for other TCM books, you can read them after you have completely understood the content in these 5 books.
By then, you'll be able to distinguish what's true and what's false in those TCM books!"
"Teacher, who wrote these books?"
"This is the medical art compiled by your third grand-uncle, Gong Heming. He poured the most essential part of his life's learning into these books.
I used this set of books to study when I was young. Now, I'm giving the books to you. You must read them carefully and study them well!"
"Okay, teacher!" Xing Jiajia hugged the books tightly, as if they were rare treasures.