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Chapter 9 Xiao Yan: Teaching a Man to Fish Instead of Teaching a Man to Fish
Xiao Yan placed a wooden stake in the room, facing the wooden stake, he sat on his horse and punched.

Xiao Yan's Bajiquan was not practiced in vain, and with several additions, his strength attribute was already close to 15, which was much stronger than ordinary adult men.

He punched down and hit the wooden stake with a bang bang sound, and even deep marks appeared on the thick and tight texture.

He is a very realistic person. Since he confirmed that he has traveled through time and cannot return to his previous life, he can only accept his fate, but accepting his fate does not mean that he does not have a positive attitude towards life!

If you want to continue to live in this world, or even live better, you must be a human being!
Xiao Yan never liked to place his hopes on other people, so he planned to prepare his own capital more fully.

He Yuzhu came to see Xiao Yan and happened to see him practicing boxing.

"Xiao Yan, what punch did you punch?"

"Bajiquan, do you want to learn it?"

"Well, I see that your punching is quite majestic!"

"I want to learn from me and teach you!"

"Xiao Yan, accept my worship!"

"Brother Zhuzi, what are you doing, get up!"

"This is an inalienable gift between master and apprentice. I once heard my father say that when he was young, he met many people who obviously had a skill, but they kept it secret and refused to teach it. My father later lamented that there were many cooks. That’s how art is lost.”

"What you said is that cooking skills and martial arts have similarities, but not only will I not hide my secrets, but I will pass on what I have learned to others."

"Oh, why is that?"

"The reason why sages and sages such as Confucius and Laozi in the past and present can become teachers of all ages is to recruit disciples and teach people to fish instead of teaching people to fish; A tael of gold is not too much, but the sage passed on this classic to the world, but he did not take a penny, which shows that the sage despises money and attaches great importance to it."

"Brother Xiao, you are obviously not as old as I am, but your words reveal that you are taller than mountains and deeper than seas, which makes me feel ashamed as a brother!"

"Although I am not a saint, I can still learn from them."

He Yuzhu kept silent when he heard the words, but just stared at Xiao Yan.

"Brother Zhuzi, what are you doing?"

"Brother Xiao, at this moment I suddenly have a strong premonition that your future achievements will be limitless."

"Brother Zhuzi, why are you talking about this? How much achievement can I, a mere mortal, achieve?"

"No, my premonition is very strong. It is unknown if you become a saint like Confucius and Lao Tzu."

"Brother Zhuzi, don't spread your words indiscriminately. It's very serious if others find out."

"Don't worry, brother, I'm not stupid."

"At the end of next month, I will take my salary and prepare to treat everyone to a good meal, and then I will invite Brother Zhu to be the chef."

Xiao Yan quickly diverted the conversation.

"Brother Xiao's business is my business, and everyone will be happy when the time comes."

"Well, Brother Zhuzi, please make me a list of the supplies needed for the banquet."

"okay."

******
Xiao Yan was lying in ambush in the warehouse, Xu Damao was determined to go to the appointment secretly, and happened to meet him.

"Xiao Yan, why are you here, where are you from Qinhuai Gugu?"

Xu Damao had a surprised expression on his face.

"Well, Qin Huaigu asked me to wait for you here."

"Why are you waiting for me?"

"She said that you promised her ten catties of stick noodles, and let me get them!"

"You idiot, she's just kidding you, let's go!"

"Too much nonsense, just say whether to give stick noodles or not!"

"I never said that, how can I give it?"

Xu Damao rolled his eyes strangely, trying to deny it.

There was a crisp sound of "get down", and Xiao Yan hit Xu Damao on the face.

"You bastard gave you face, right? Don't you beat something that doesn't make you good?!"

When he slapped down, Xu Damao's face suddenly swelled up.

"You dare to hit me!"

Xiao Yan made another backhand palm.

"It was a dog like you that hit you!"

"Brother, don't hit me, why don't I give it to you?"

Xiao Yan continued to fight.

"If you have the ability, be tough to the end, then I will respect you as a hero!"

"Brother, don't fight, I'm wrong, can't you?"

In desperation, Xu Damao proposed to use ten catties of stick noodles to make atonement.

Xiao Yan went to work in the affiliated hospital and was assigned to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

Director Liu of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is a relative of Liu Haizhong. He has mediocre medical skills but is narrow-minded.

He was jealous that Xiao Yan had enjoyed Director Fu's level of service when he first arrived, and was picked up by Xu Damao, so he shrugged Xiao Yan aside.

Xiao Yan II is a man with such an open mind, he doesn't fight or quarrel, he just silently observes Director Liu's medical skills.

He found that many people came to the affiliated hospital to see a doctor, but very few came to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

This afternoon, Director Liu asked for leave and left.

The doctors and nurses in the department gathered together to chat when they saw that no one was seeing a doctor.

"No one came all afternoon, what can we do if this continues?"

"Yeah, other departments have bonuses, we only get salary, it's really worrying!"

It turns out that everyone knows that the medicine prescribed by Director Liu is slow to take effect and the effect is poor. Some people even reported that after taking his medicine, the condition worsened instead. Gradually, everyone stopped coming to him for medical treatment.

After such a vicious cycle, the status of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the affiliated hospitals is getting lower and lower.

"Don't worry, everyone. Since I'm here, this phenomenon will definitely change. In the future, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will become the most popular consulting room in the hospital."

Xiao Yan expressed his position confidently.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this and turned their attention to Xiao Yan.

Because of Director Liu, everyone had never seen Xiao Yan treat illnesses, so some people doubted, some were delighted, and some doubted.

"Director Liu is an old Chinese doctor, he can't do it, can you do it?"

"Yeah, I heard that you fight well, but it's two different things."

Xiao Yan didn't explain anything to them and smiled.

"It's useless to talk about my medical skills, everyone will know at a glance."

A few days later, it was Xiao Yan's turn to be on the night shift.

It was already dark after six o'clock in the evening. Normally, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is closed, but today it looked very different. There were many people standing at the door of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, both men and women, excited and angry.

Xiao Yan recognized this group of people, they were from Liu Lan's family.

The Liu family is an aborigine in Sijiu City, and has multiplied here for several generations. The population base is large, and there are many situations where four or five generations live together.

In addition to Liu Lan, many other people entered the Hongxing Steel Plant.

"Director Liu, why don't you give us an explanation! What's going on with my old man?"

"That's right! If we don't cure our old man's illness, I'll report you for prescribing drugs indiscriminately!"

"After taking the medicine you prescribed, the old man not only did not get better, but also got worse. He also had vomiting and diarrhea this afternoon. Don't pretend to be stupid, and see a doctor for our old man!"

"..."

Surrounded by this group of people was a pale old man.

The old man has gray hair, a thin beard, and dull eyes, giving him a feeble look.

Xiao Yan recognized this person as a person of high seniority in Liu's family, from Liu Lan's grandfather's generation.

Director Liu, who was wearing a white coat, shrank behind the desk, holding his head in his hands, his body trembling slightly.

Seeing Director Liu's wretched appearance, this group of people became even more irritable, and their words became more and more ugly.

"Director Liu, you are talking! What do you mean by not talking? Do you want to go to jail?"

"If something happens to our old man, do you believe that I will let you go down to accompany him?"

　Thanks to Xinzui Wuhen and other enthusiastic book friends for their recommendation tickets
　　


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