Scientific Travel

The medicinal herbs used by Chi Lin were not particularly expensive. Gou Dan gave Deng Yin a package deal, and he got them all for just three points.

After vomiting up most of the watermelon juice, Chi Lin didn't faint again, but he felt it would have been better if he had.

The image he saw when he opened his eyes kept replaying in his mind; even though there was nothing in his stomach, he still felt like vomiting.

Deng Yin didn't call Chi Lin for dinner; he probably didn't have much of an appetite in his current state.

Deng Yin cooked some porridge, and by the time the meal was finished, the porridge was almost ready.

I don't know if he has any other dietary restrictions. Deng Yin cooked pure rice porridge, using river water from his spatial dimension.

"Have some, you still need to take your medicine tonight." Deng Yin handed the porridge to Chi Lin.

Upon seeing Deng Yin arrive, Chi Lin's already pale face turned even paler. "I'm not eating anymore. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Chi Lin is now so weak that he's lucky if he doesn't vomit, let alone eat.

"No." Deng Yin forcefully pulled Chi Lin out of bed and handed him the bowl. "Eat quickly, or I'll force it down your throat."

As if suddenly remembering something, Chi Lin knelt down by the bed and began to dry heave.

Seeing him like this, Deng Yin could no longer persuade him.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't, but you still need to drink your medicine tonight." Since leaving the porridge would be a waste, Deng Yin put the bowl away in his spatial storage, intending to give it to him for breakfast tomorrow morning.

In fact, Deng Yin cooked a large pot of porridge, which not only included Chi Lin's breakfast for tomorrow, but also covered his three meals a day for the next three days.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make; if you just drink porridge, you'll definitely be fine.

The next morning, after finishing his breakfast, Deng Yin went to deliver food to Chi Lin.

Chi Lin vomited up everything he had in his stomach yesterday, and didn't eat anything last night. He started shouting in protest early this morning.

When Deng brought him in, he happened to hear the protesting sounds from Chi Lin's stomach.

Deng Yin smiled and handed the porridge to Chi Lin: "Are you hungry? I just made some porridge, here you go."

After a night of inner struggle, Chi Lin was able to face Deng Yin calmly. He took the porridge and sipped it slowly.

Chi Lin is clearly very handsome, but watching him eat not only doesn't increase my appetite, it actually suppresses it.

The spoon wasn't big, but he only ate about half a spoonful each time he ate. He would chew the porridge for a long time before swallowing it. In the time it took him to eat half a bowl of porridge, Deng Yin would have finished two bowls and washed the bowls.

"Then you eat it, I'm leaving now." Deng Yin couldn't stand it anymore, so she got up and went to the kitchen to check on how the medicine was being cooked.

Boiling medicine is a time-consuming task that requires constant supervision; the pot will burn if you're not careful.

When Liu Ding worked at the clinic, his most frequent task was to brew medicine.

Steam rose slowly along the flames; the kitchen was very hot, especially around the stove.

The temperature is low enough now that the vegetables in the warehouse won't spoil even without air conditioning.

In addition, since Deng Yin is at home now, he won't bring out a lot of dishes at once, but will only bring out new dishes when he has almost finished eating.

Deng Yin simply removed the air conditioner from the warehouse and installed it in the kitchen.

Cooking is always a lively affair, but with air conditioning, the person cooking can stay cooler.

Deng Yin turned on the air conditioner and sat down next to Liu Ding. "You've been watching here for a long time, let me take over."

"No need." Liu Ding fanned the flames, beads of sweat sliding down his face, but he was smiling. "I'm used to doing this kind of thing, let me do it."

Deng Yin didn't try to take it from her, but instead sat down next to her and brewed the medicine together.

Bored sitting there, Deng Yin took the initiative to start a conversation: "You clearly want to be a doctor, but you've been brewing medicine for so long. Don't you think it's not worth it?"

"No, I don't think brewing medicine is hard work. On the contrary, I really enjoy it," Liu Ding said. "Doctors who prescribe medicine are treating and saving lives, and we who are responsible for brewing medicine are also treating and saving lives."

"Why do you want to be a doctor? Is there anyone in your family who does this profession?" Deng Yin asked.

When this topic came up, Liu Ding's eyes darkened. Deng Yin, who had been watching the flames, didn't notice Liu Ding's expression.

"Yes, there are indeed people in my family who work in this field, but I want to become a doctor because I want to heal the sick and save lives, not because of my family."

Liu Ding slowed the movement of her fan a little, and after a long silence, she finally spoke: "Actually, my family doesn't support me doing this kind of work, which is why I became a waiter at the clinic. Someone like me, an outsider, would never have learned so much if I hadn't come to our clinic."

No matter what it is, we value its inheritance.

Especially in professions like medicine, the skills are usually passed down only to one's children or apprentices.

"Why?" Liu Ding, a waitress, knows so much; she must be very talented. Plus, she's not afraid of hard work and is willing to put in the effort, living a frugal life to study medicine.

Deng Yin couldn't understand why her parents would want to stop such a talented person.

Moreover, there are family members in her family who do this job, so it can be considered a tradition.

"Because my father believed that medical skills could only be passed down to men, not women." This time, Deng Yin didn't ask why, and Liu Ding explained herself: "My father said that women are soft-hearted, and a soft-hearted person can't be a good doctor."

“I don’t think so.” Deng Yinshou turned Liu Ding’s face so she could look into his eyes. “I think only a kind-hearted person can become a good doctor.”

"Only kind-hearted people will strive to heal and save lives, not to make money. And the purpose of studying medicine has always been solely to heal and save lives."

"I think you are a kind-hearted person, and I also think you are a good doctor."

Eyes don't lie. Liu Ding looked at the seriousness in Deng Yin's eyes and was momentarily stunned.

"Really...really?"

“Of course, otherwise why would I go to such lengths to bring you back with me?” Deng Yin put his hand on Liu Ding’s shoulder and said, word by word, “It’s because I think you are a good doctor.”

Liu Ding had never heard anyone say such firm words to her before.

From a young age, her father told her that women could not achieve anything in the field of medicine.

To heal the sick and save lives, one must learn to view all illnesses with equanimity, rather than empathizing with patients and feeling anxious about their conditions.

To master medicine, one must focus solely on the condition, not the patient.

To master medicine, one must have a cold and hard heart; one cannot feel happy when a patient is saved, nor sad when a patient dies.

To master medicine, one must be born with a hard heart. A person who is born with a soft heart can never become hard-hearted, no matter how hard they try.

To master medicine... you have to be a man...

At first, Liu Ding didn't believe it either, even though all the world's miracle doctors were men. But she just felt that it was because she herself hadn't appeared yet.

The world is so big, there's bound to be a place where she can show her skills!

But Liu Ding never found that place...

Whether they were renowned doctors or those with only rudimentary medical skills, they all valued the concept of inheritance and were unwilling to teach Liu Ding anything or take her as an apprentice.

The job she got as a waiter at the clinic was one she had worked very hard to obtain.

Liu Ding had also wondered whether her choice was right or wrong. No one in this world was willing to teach her anything, yet they still said it was all because she was a woman and was not naturally suited to be a doctor.

If it weren't for Dr. Zhang's willingness to listen in on her every time he saved someone, she might not have been able to hold on until now...