Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 654

Chapter 654: Chapter 654

Yang Fan spent the whole morning in the clinic, initially just listening and memorizing with his ears, but later he couldn’t help but pick up a pen.

Having left school for several years, Yang Fan suddenly recaptured the feeling of being a student.

The notes he took were much more serious than when he was in class.

Huang Baoming finished explaining all the acupoints of the Ren Meridian in one breath, then stopped to take a sip of warm water to moisten his throat, saying, "That’s all for today. We can continue at this pace. Come over whenever you have time."

Yang Fan nodded, though his mind felt somewhat rigid.

He had learned the entire Ren Meridian, but...

It seemed he hadn’t remembered anything.

Huang Baoming always said he had good comprehension, but Yang Fan always felt that the old man might have some misconceptions about him.

Of all the acupoints, the ones he currently remembered most clearly were just the Hui Yin and Qu Bone he learned at the beginning.

The others, he nearly didn’t remember at all, so was this about having poor comprehension or poor memory?

Either way, there definitely was a flaw.

"Master, you need to take a look at this patient yourself; I’m not quite certain about the diagnosis," Qian Xiaoying walked in.

From a little after eight o’clock in the morning, the clinic began receiving a steady stream of patients, and at this point, there was already a queue.

However, because Huang Baoming was inside teaching Yang Fan, Qian Xiaoying took over treating the patients.

Only when she was uncertain about a diagnosis did Huang Baoming go out to take a look, and then come back to continue teaching Yang Fan.

From this, it was clear to see how much Old Sir Huang valued Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan felt like he might be letting down Mr. Huang’s hard work, as he had remembered so few things this morning, fortunately, he had notes and textbooks to review later. Otherwise, he would definitely have learned in vain.

"Don’t be eager for quick success, the idea of remembering all of this at once is not realistic. These things will be mentioned again when we discuss diseases later. For now, focus on recognizing the acupoints," Huang Baoming seemed to have noticed what was on Yang Fan’s mind and gave a reminder before leaving.

Yang Fan nodded, and the pressure in his heart eased slightly.

Otherwise, he was planning to carve out some time today to memorize all these things by rote.

"Little junior brother, Miss Zhang has prepared lunch in the back kitchen, you guys can eat before you go," Qian Xiaoying glanced over at Yang Fan with a gentle look in her eyes and a faint smile.

"Alright... Xiao Qian Qian," Yang Fan said.

After becoming familiar with Qian Xiaoying, Yang Fan had always jokingly referred to her as Xiao Qian Qian.

Now wanting to change the nickname felt somewhat awkward, so Yang Fan decided to just keep calling her that.

"Fanzi, you should be calling me senior sister now," Qian Xiaoying said with a playful smile.

"Xiao Qian Qian has become habitual, I need some time to adjust," Yang Fan said.

Huang Baoming paid no attention to these matters and had already left the room to see the patients.

"Alright then, take your time to adjust, but from now on I am your senior sister, and you must change your way of addressing me," Qian Xiaoying put on a stern facade, seriously reminding Yang Fan.

Yang Fan naturally agreed without hesitation.

After this the concept became rather broad, as it might take him a long time to grasp.

"Xiao Ying, come and help!" Huang Baoming’s voice echoed from the outer room.

Qian Xiaoying gave Yang Fan a look, stuck out her tongue playfully, and then quickly left the inner room.

At the clinic, Yang Fan was now unable to lend a hand, not even qualified to assist, so he left the clinic and went to the courtyard outside.

Old Sir Huang’s clinic was situated out front, and the courtyard inside was used for living—it was also Old Sir Huang’s home.

In the kitchen, the smell of cooking and food mingled together, immediately whetting Yang Fan’s appetite after enduring a morning of study, salivating with hunger that came on in an instant.

"Finished studying?" Zhang Yulan’s plump and graceful figure appeared at the kitchen door, asking with a smile.

Yang Fan nodded, "I thought you had left already?"

"Of course, I have to take care of you; you still have an injury," Zhang Yulan said. "I found that your good fortune is truly profound, just coming here for treatment and you ended up taking a master."

"This wasn’t a recent event, Old Sir Huang mentioned it has been over a year," Yang Fan said, "but I always felt that I wasn’t cut out for this, and being busy earning money, I never agreed."

"You actually kept the old gentleman waiting for over a year? Fanzi, you’re amazing!" exclaimed Zhang Yulan in surprise.

Yang Fan quickly glanced at the door and whispered, "I dare not say so, otherwise Old Sir Huang would definitely kill me—no, no, now he’s my master, and I’m still getting used to it."

Zhang Yulan crossed her arms in front of her and said with a faint smile, "That’s for sure, from my perspective as a bystander, it looks like that. The old gentleman is really patient, he’s settled on you as his disciple."

"In the past, people would queue up to apprentice under renowned doctors, Fengshui Masters, and virtuous Taoists, building huts and waiting. Now it turned around, with the masters faithfully waiting for disciples to agree."

"Although times are progressing, I don’t think it’s a good thing. We shouldn’t let these things that our ancestors passed down face the dilemma of being lost, even putting aside the matter of promoting and glorifying them."

"Apart from Old Sir Huang, I know another person, also an old gentleman, whose knowledge is rather special, involving ghosts. He too has always struggled to find a suitable disciple. In our previous conversations, he expressed his worry that he might take his knowledge with him to the grave."

Yang Fan squatted down by the doorstep and lit a cigarette, "Because people nowadays are all busy trying to make money, learning these things is lengthy and dull. Even after becoming proficient, there is no guarantee of making money, and so naturally fewer people learn."

"What’s that old gentleman’s name you know? He wouldn’t happen to be surnamed Fan, would he?"

"No, you know these kinds of people too?" Zhang Yulan asked with some curiosity.

Yang Fan smiled because he was now one of those people.

"I’ve seen them; in our rural areas, there’s no shortage of masters with real capabilities in this profession," Yang Fan said.

"That’s true, it’s not easy to find such masters in the city, but in the countryside, you can almost always locate one with just a few inquiries," Zhang Yulan said all of a sudden in a serious tone, "Fanzi, studying Traditional Chinese Medicine with Old Huang is a very good opportunity, and I hope you won’t think about delaying it for the sake of earning money, but study earnestly instead. It could be a chance to change your destiny."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, "Since I’ve started to learn, I won’t just walk away."

But this has nothing to do with fate.

Just as Old Sir Huang said yesterday, being able to heal oneself without seeking help is something Yang Fan finds more realistic and is actually the initial reason why he decided to take the time to study under Old Huang.

But changing destiny, that seems too abstract, almost impossible.

When it comes to fate, Yang Fan has always been a half-believer.