When Ning Shu answered with compassion, the godly doctor just laughed coldly.
“Is that the wrong answer?” When Ning Shu saw that the godly doctor was just looking at her with a profound expression, she asked, “Then what must people studying medicine possess?”
The godly doctor looked at her, then said mildly, “All the living things in the world are nothing more than toys in the palm of one’s hand.”
Please speak the human language!?
The godly doctor said, “You’re not suited to studying medicine.”
“No, I can do it,” said Ning Shu resolutely.
“Studying medicine means to use one thing to supplement the deficiencies of another thing. Using herbs to treat people is just using herbs to restore a person’s body,” said the godly doctor. “What did you say? Compassion? What the hell is that?”
Didn’t they say that doctors were the most humane? Why was it the wrong answer here? The godly doctor didn’t just have a cold personality, even his heart was cold. He completely treated people as toys that needed to be fixed. If he was happy, he’d fiddle with them, but if he wasn’t, he’d ignore them.
She had thought that he was an outwardly cold but inwardly passionate person, but it turned out that he was ice to the core.
How had Mu Yanmeng been able to tolerate him?
Ning Shu looked at him and asked, “Master, can you teach me how to fix toys?”
“I’ve told you that you aren’t suitable.” The godly doctor shook his head with a cold expression.
After Ning Shu’s shameless insistence, the godly doctor finally gave in and allowed her to start… fertilizing the herbs with manure.
So Ning Shu now spent her days carrying a bucket and giving herbs the reincarnation of typical grains. Other times, she would plow or weed.
Even after avoiding the fate of scrubbing chamber pots in Qi Residence, she hadn’t managed to avoid the fate of spreading manure. Why was it that when other people were female leads, it was always the master that begged them to be their disciple, but when it came to her, it was the opposite?
She washed herself clean every single day, but she still felt like that smell was sticking to her. Seriously.
Ever since the manure smell started sticking to her, the godly doctor kept even greater of a distance from Ning Shu. The two barely exchanged any words. During meal times, there was even less of a chance for conversation. Ning Shu’s daily meals consisted of cornbread, cornbread, and more cornbread. This was because her other task was to finish all of these rock hard cornbreads.
#comment: Lol, I kept typing school doctor and godly uncle.