"It's great that you can be happy."

When she woke up early, she saw that Qian Mengmeng was worse than death. She didn't know how worried she was.

Seeing her now, she is really happy for her from the bottom of her heart.

"What did you say?" Qian Mengmeng's pretty face turned red, and she became very embarrassed.

Lin Miao smiled and turned the topic away.

"What are you going to do after getting married?"

"I really want to go home to take care of my husband and children?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Qian Mengmeng was also very confused when talking about this issue.

The elders of the Meng family mean that their daughter-in-law did not go out to serve others.

But she didn't want to. She was in her early twenties and was in her youth and was scrambling to die.

Wouldn't that life be ruined?

"There is not much time left, so you have to make a decision earlier."

Lin Miao warned.

After graduating this semester, they are in their junior year.

Qian Mengmeng will definitely not take the postgraduate entrance examination now, so she needs to choose a hospital for employment this morning.

Nursing majors are not very popular. If you start late, don’t snatch the hospital from others.

"Meng Yuran is quite supportive of me at work," Qian Mengmeng said: "and said I would go to the hospital he opened."

"But I don't want to go."

"Then go to the public."

Whether it is nursing or pulse diagnosis, you need to contact a large number of patients to accumulate experience.

Lin Miao feels that public hospitals are far better than private hospitals.

"I think so too," Qian Mengmeng's eyes shone and her body moved forward twice.

"Or why don't we go to the same place?"

"May not possible," Lin Miao smiled, "I plan to lean on the Chinese medicine side in the future."

"Ah," Qian Mengmeng was very disappointed.

Most of the hospitals where traditional Chinese medicine is located are internal medicine, which is completely unsuitable for her.

"Then I'll think about it again," Qian Mengmeng said and stood up.

"Your little dress has been prepared, and I have ordered two other sets according to your size."

"No need," Lin Miao hurriedly refused.

She has seen the price of bridesmaid clothes, and that one is enough to open a small shop.

"I want it," Qian Mengmeng waved, "I ordered two more evening dresses, you can't just wear one."

"Okay," the bride was her, and Lin Miao, as a bridesmaid, could only obey.

"Okay, I've passed the words. Just remember this. If you have time another day, go and try your clothes to see if the size is right," Qian Mengmeng stood up.

"Leave so soon?"

Lin Miao looked at her.

"Meng Yuran is waiting for me below," Qian Mengmeng waved her hand and went out.

"Bring the door," Lin Miao smiled.

Qian Mengmeng went out and brought it to her.

The room returned to silence, and Lin Miao continued to study.

Two days later, Lin Miao accompanied Professor Qin to the alley.

After helping to buy the pulse again, Professor Qin shook his head with a stern face.

"It seems that food supplements alone are not enough," he wrote the prescription and handed it to Cheng Dong.

"You send it to my apprentice. If you approve it, give it to my apprentice. She is responsible for grabbing and decorating medicine."

Cheng Dong looked at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao glanced at Professor Qin before smiling at him.

Chengdong nodded politely and took Fangzi out.

"I'm fine," the old man pulled back his sleeves in dissatisfaction, "You're just making a big deal."

"I have the final say whether it's okay or not," Professor Qin glared.

The old man snorted, shook his sleeves and went to the tree in the yard to have tea.

Professor Qin shook his head, followed him and sat opposite him.

"Give me a drink, too."

"No," the old man hummed in anger, and his hands still touched the tea tray.

Lin Miao followed him with a smile.

"Try it too," the old man was clearly intimate with Lin Miao, and he happily gave him a cup of Kung Fu tea.

"Thank you," Lin Miao bowed and took it, taking a sip.

Slightly bitter, sweet.

After swallowing it, the mouth is full of sweet taste and will not dissipate for a long time.

It's definitely a great kung fu tea.

"It tastes good," Looking at Lin Miao's eyes suddenly widened, the old man shook his head proudly.

"This is what my grandson finally bought. The best one among the best ones is just a small bottle a year."

After hearing this, Professor Qin picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"It's really good tea," he nodded in praise.

"I want you to tell me," Looking at Professor Qin's old face, the old man curled his lips in anger.

Professor Qin had been used to his illness when he was drinking medicine early in the morning. He drank it completely indifferently and poured another cup himself.

It took about half an hour, Cheng Dong came back with the prescription.

"no problem."

Professor Qin nodded, "Miaomiao, go to the pharmacy with Cheng Dong, grab the medicine, decoct it before leaving."

Lin Miao nodded and followed Cheng Dong.

Professor Qin drank another drink and got up.

"I'm leaving, I'll come again another day."

"As long as you don't give me bitter medicine soup, come whatever you want," the old man glanced at Professor Qin.

Professor Qin laughed.

"You think I'm very idle and come to you for a walk?"

He went out.

Lin Miao praised it in turn and brought the medicine jar to the kitchen.

"What do you want me to do?"

Cheng Dong asked next to him.

"No need," Lin Miao smiled and tried the gas, sure that it could be controlled. She said, "I will call you after the medicine is boiled."

Cheng Dong knew that some schools were very particular about decocting medicine, so he left.

Lin Miao put the medicine into the medicine jar in sequence according to the properties of the medicine.

After about two hours, she carefully poured out the medicine juice.

After coming out, I saw Cheng Dong sitting in the corridor before I walked far away.

"The medicine is ready," she took it over.

"Thank you for your hard work," Cheng Dong took it.

"That, I'll come here tomorrow."

Lin Miaodao.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Cheng Dongdao.

Lin Miao was not polite either.
To be continued...