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The judges were naturally the masters of traditional Chinese medicine headed by Grandma Tan and Li Yan. Yun Tinglan was not very old, but her achievements were there. The status of traditional Chinese medicine had been greatly improved this time, and she was the one who made the greatest contribution.

So he is just a nominal judge.

After listening to Aunt Li's explanation of the whole story, Yun Tinglan was silent for a long time, and she flapped her little wings quite vigorously.

I never expected that my mere appearance as a team doctor would cause such a big stir.

But how to accommodate this person?

After all, it was given by the higher-ups, and it was well-intentioned.

It's not good to be neglectful, but it's also too polite. Won't it be awkward to get along with each other in the future?

The most important thing is that she and Song Jinhan have many secrets, which makes it inconvenient.

And it’s said to be close protection, to that extent?

Song Jinhan said, "Stay here and live in the attic. We will be relieved if you take it with you when you go out."

The implication is that there is no need to interfere in Yun Tinglan's private life at home.

Sister Nan immediately recognized the hidden meaning in the words and assured her, "Don't worry, I am only responsible for your safety and will not disturb your normal life."

"Just call me Lanlan. Tell others that you are my distant cousin and that you are studying medicine with me. But don't call me you all the time. It will make anyone suspicious."

Sister Nan accepted the advice readily: "Okay, Lanlan."

The matter was settled.

Ms. Qi asked privately: "Your mother's niece? Why have I never seen her?" Anyway, she is neither from the Qi family nor the Yun family.

This mother, of course, refers to Lin Shufang.

Yun Tinglan sighed inwardly, look, telling one lie requires countless lies to cover it up.

She pushed Song Jinhan, pointed at him and said, "His distant cousin."

Song Jinhan, "...Yes, a distant relative from my grandfather's side."

Grandpa Shen: "...She was separated from her elders during the war and has not been in contact for decades."

Go ahead and investigate if you can trace it all back to the Republic of China. Don't even mention the Republic of China, even if you trace it back to Cultural Revolution, many things still cannot be investigated.

The matter was finally covered up, and when others asked about it again, they all gave the same answer.

It's really strange, Xixi is particularly fond of Sister Nan, every day when Sister Nan does morning exercises, the little girl doesn't sleep in, but follows in her exercises in a very serious manner.

Yun Tinglan and the others didn't care. They thought she was just interested for a while, just like painting. Grandpa Shen and the others specially set up a studio for her, but she was only interested for a short time. When she remembered to do it, she would paint a few strokes like Grandma Shen, and when she didn't remember to do it, it was fine.

No one forced it.

Unexpectedly, Xixi persisted for several months. Sister Nan was just bored and wanted to kill time by playing with the child.

The main reason is that Yun Tinglan is quite a homebody. She is either in the laboratory or in the research institute, or else she is at home and occasionally attends a few classes.

She basically doesn't go to crowded or dangerous places. The most crowded place she goes to is school, which is not dangerous.

Sister Nan had almost no place to use her skills, at most she could act as a driver. This kind of life made her feel bored. In addition, Xixi was very outgoing, so there were no friends she couldn't make, only friends she didn't want to make.

The two of them quickly became master and disciple. At first, Sister Nan didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a joke, just to tease the child.

After several months, Sister Nan finally straightened her composure.

She found that the child had excellent talent, and the key was that he did not give up after a few days of study as she had imagined. The little carrot head also complained that she was too strict, but he would complete the task every time and then act like a spoiled child in front of the elders.

When the elders held her, they said distressedly, "Then we won't practice anymore."

She would shake her head again and answer very seriously: "No, you have to have a beginning and an end."

What he said is clear and logical.

After hearing this, Grandma Shen poked Xixi's forehead in anger and said, "Why don't we talk about starting and ending when learning Chinese painting?"

Xixi started to pretend to be confused again. Grandma Shen was not really angry, she just felt sorry that no one would inherit her Chinese paintings.

She was a typical lady from a noble family. Although she received a Western education, she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was best at traditional Chinese painting, but she rose to fame in the literary world through literature.

During those years, she was in poor health and was always sick in bed. She could only pass the time by painting.

Seeing her mother's dejected expression, Song's mother comforted her: "Don't we still have Xiaoliu?"

Song Lang, who was about to enter the yard, turned around and changed direction. He really didn't want to face his mother's urging to get married.

There was no way, since he received a secret mission last week and was ordered to go home to protect his younger brother and sister-in-law who had done something earth-shattering and heartbreaking.

His official job was transferred back to Beijing.

If this wasn't a mandatory mission, and he knew the leader who issued the mission, he would know him as the kind of person who would send his own son to the battlefield and hated people who used connections the most.

He almost suspected that it was his grandfather who used his connections to get him back to Beijing. After all, the southern border was becoming unstable again, and those monkeys in Yuenan were provoking him again without knowing the consequences, and war might break out again.

My grandfather mentioned more than once that he should be transferred back.

The explanation given by the leader was that his identity was the most convenient, and even if he lived in the courtyard for a long time, it would not alert the enemy, after all, it could be considered his home.

For both public and private reasons, he has to accept this task.

But the headache is that ever since he came back, his mother and grandmother have brought up the old matter again, and every other conversation they have is about urging him to get married.

He originally thought that with Xixi, a sweet and caring little girl, they would no longer bother with him. However, he never expected that they would become even worse, looking at him with all kinds of dislike, and nagging him until his ears were almost callused.

Grandpa Shen knew why as soon as he saw him like that, and said with a smile: "You are not a child anymore, don't always worry them." Seeing that his grandson looked depressed, he changed the subject, "Are you going to stay in Beijing from now on?"

Song Lang exclaimed, "Ah!" At least that's been the case in the past year.

The leader's expression was very solemn, and it seemed that it was related to the Jing W forces. They had set their sights on Xiao Jiu and his wife, and no one knew what they were thinking about. Anyway, that was the news that was passed back.

Here, Yun Tinglan also looked at the fragments on the ground with a serious expression.

Originally, we brought Xixi to see Grandma Tan. The naughty little girl wanted to show everyone a set of new boxing she had learned.

Grandma Tan and Li Yan were particularly supportive. Yun Tinglan took the pulse case that Grandma Tan had recently written and read it, but Ling Xi suddenly reminded her that there was a QIE listening device in the room.

Yun Tinglan's heart skipped a beat at that moment, wondering who was targeting Granny Tan. If it was just for the prescription, it would be fine, but she was afraid that it was related to those J-factor experiments.

She and Song Jinhan thought about it and both felt that Chinese medicine alone would not cause such a big reaction from the higher-ups. They were probably afraid that it was what she had done in Ao Yun Village that made Chinese medicine and acupuncture catch the attention of that organization.

The rich, the powerful, the wealthy, what are they afraid of? Death, old age!

In the past, there was an emperor who sent Xu Fu to seek immortality. In the middle, there was Emperor Jiaqing, who used the blood of palace maids to make elixirs. Later, there was Changsheng Island, which used oil barrels and young girls to exchange blood for longevity, and studied umbilical cord blood, TAI disk, and the dragon's non-rejection QI organ, etc.

There is also relevant research on that as-yet unknown genetic organization.