Master Qin blinked his eyes, a playful twinkle in his wise gaze.
"If you feel that you owe me something, why not give me a couple more bottles of the medicine you make yourself? You should know that winning a lucky draw on Weibo isn’t easy at all."
Tang Shu was dumbfounded, and even someone as composed as her couldn’t help but blush.
"It is an honor for me that Master Qin values my work."
"I’ve seen the two videos you posted on Weibo about making porcelain vases, quite interesting. I didn’t expect that young people nowadays would also be interested in such crafts."
Master Qin was very moved. After nearly two hours of discussion, he had come to understand quite a bit about Tang Shu’s steady character.
For someone her age to have such accomplishments is indeed rare.
"Influenced by elders in my family, I’ve learned a bit of the craft."
Master Qin felt inspired by his conversation with Tang Shu and suddenly had an idea.
"Since you enjoy processing medicinal herbs, why not record it and post the videos online, just like the previous two occasions?"
Tang Shu was surprised; she had not thought about this before.
Processing medicinal herbs was as commonplace for her as a household meal and had become an indispensable part of her life. Setting up a device to record the process didn’t seem like a bad idea.
However... some of her processing methods were clearly different from others.
"Why would Master Qin have such a thought? Although I do enjoy processing, my techniques may not be as good as those of you two masters. Releasing them rashly might lead to negative impacts."
In this world, traditional Chinese medicine has its own system, and she wasn’t planning on challenging authority with her capabilities alone just yet.
Master Qin caught the meaning in Tang Shu’s words and smiled reassuringly at her.
"You’ve considered this very thoroughly, but unfortunately, traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, which has always been a pain in our hearts... it was inconsiderate of me."
They, the older generation, naturally hoped for the flourishing of traditional Chinese medicine and wished to attract many young people to like it.
Tang Shu’s appearance had been unexpected for him but also brought some hope. Master Qin genuinely hadn’t considered the potential negative consequences that could arise.
If Tang Shu’s processing techniques were sound, they could indeed achieve their goal, but even a single misstep could get the young person in a tough situation due to public opinion.
Such is the state of today’s internet development.
Master Xie, who was sitting beside them, clearly took to the suggestion quite seriously, pondering:
"There is a way around it. As long as the young friend’s processing passes the Medical College’s assessment, there shouldn’t be any problems."
"Old Qin, what do you think?"
"Hmm? This proposal is good!"
The more the two old men thought about it, the more feasible they considered it to be. Both of their eyes lit up, looking across at a clueless Tang Shu.
The Medical College’s assessment?
What was that? Could it be something comparable to Damo’s Imperial Doctor?
She indeed still knew too little about this world.
After the midterm exams were over, peace returned to the campus of Medical University, and the students obviously let out a huge sigh of relief.
"The exams are finally over, not having to memorize textbooks is fantastic!"
Cheng Ranran became a joyful little bird once again, as if she could take flight at any moment.
Ye Xiaohui, clutching her pen, doodled in her notebook, unmercifully throwing a bucket of cold water on the situation.
"Let me remind you that it’s already the beginning of December. Mid-January is the final exam date."
As soon as her words dropped, a chorus of wails ensued.