Scientific Travel

And today, right now, someone tells her that she is a good doctor.

It's not that you can become a good doctor, but that she is a good doctor.

Liu Ding's eyes were slightly red, and a glistening tear welled up inside.

The touching scene didn't last long. The flames grew too big, the medicine pot on the stove made a sizzling sound, and the lid kept moving because of the water bubbles.

Liu Ding quickly lifted the lid and added more firewood to the stove, and the fire gradually weakened.

The pleasant atmosphere was ruined just like that, and Deng Yin just didn't like doing things that would make others cry, even if they were happy to cry.

"You're so good at fighting, did you study martial arts?" Deng changed the subject, remembering that when Liu Ding was in the slums, he could take on several casino guards by himself.

The casino's security guards were different from the people brought by the patients' families who were causing trouble. They were all people who had studied martial arts for many years, and one of them could easily take on more than a dozen people.

"Yes, my mother taught me." Liu Ding's expression turned somewhat nostalgic as she said this.

It's not that she misses the time she was learning martial arts, but that she misses her mother.

It's been several years since I last saw her. Ever since Liu Ding ran away from home, she hasn't gone back.

"Your mother?" Deng Yin suddenly became alert. A family with one member studying medicine and the other martial arts seemed far too privileged. Could she have accidentally offended Yun Xingdao...?

Although the two people who left Yunxingdao didn't fit her parents' professions, it's possible they didn't actually leave and went straight to getting married and having children.

Or perhaps studying medicine and martial arts are just side jobs, like Li Pingle, who is an excellent cook and also quite skilled at handicrafts. He can even build boats.

“Yes, my mother has been practicing swordsmanship since she was a child.” Liu Ding’s words relieved Deng Yin. Then she continued, “Like my father, my mother also values ​​the inheritance of skills. The difference is that she only passed on her skills to her daughters, not her sons.”

"My mother said that women are naturally more resilient and have a higher pain tolerance than men. Only women can master martial arts."

No wonder they were together; they were essentially the same kind of people. Deng Yin was now even more certain that Liu Ding's parents couldn't possibly be from Yunxingdao.

Yunxingdao does not focus on inheritance, but only on all-round development. It teaches anyone who is good-looking, regardless of who they are.

Deng Yin didn't reply, and Liu Ding continued to speak on her own: "Actually, what my mother and father said makes sense. Their current ideas are passed down from generation to generation. Nowadays, the miracle doctors are all men. And the martial arts masters are all women."

"But I just don't believe in that logic..."

The firelight shone on Liu Ding's face, and Deng Yin couldn't tell whether the firelight in her eyes was from the flames in front of her or something that was naturally reflected in her eyes.

"How high one's achievements can be should be judged by how much talent a person has and how much effort they are willing to put in, rather than simply by whether they are male or female."

“My mother always said that, just like a hen laying an egg and a rooster crowing, some things are predetermined at birth.”

"But people aren't chickens..."

"If people are like chickens, destined for certain roles at birth, then what's the difference between them and chickens? Why is it that what's on the plate now is a chicken, and not a person?"

Deng Yin: "Maybe it's because... the plate isn't big enough?"

Orange:"......."

Deng Yin was a master at ruining the atmosphere. Liu Ding had been speaking passionately, the kind of speech that usually precedes the rise of a protagonist in a fantasy novel, but Deng Yin's interruption...

...What's the point of rising up? Just lie down and relax.

"Never mind what I said, you can continue." Deng Yin pursed his lips tightly, making a zipper shape with his hand in front of his mouth.

But she had already ruined the atmosphere, and Liu Ding couldn't keep up.

"Um... well... what I mean is, if you don't want to end up on a plate, you can't go with the flow, yes... that's what I mean..."

"Good!" Deng Yin clapped his hands, trying to reignite the atmosphere in this way.

Whether the fire started or not is unknown, but the fire definitely started.

The medicine in the pot was almost ready, so Liu Ding ladled it out and personally brought it to Chi Lin.

Deng Yin had originally intended to help her carry it, but Liu Ding declined, saying she would go check on Chi Lin's situation while she was there.

The dosage will vary depending on the individual's condition each day.

Normally, doctors prescribe so many doses of medicine at once to make it easier for patients, but now that we have this option, Liu Ding is preparing medicine for Chi Lin every day according to his condition so that he can recover faster.

Liu Ding's years as a waiter at the clinic weren't wasted; he learned quite a bit.

Or perhaps Deng Yin was right to give Chi Lin the right amount of water, because he recovered almost completely in just two days.

Deng used river water from his spatial dimension to apply a wet compress to the wound on Chi Lin's forehead, and now it looks as smooth as before, without leaving a trace.

Chi Lin usually stays in his room. Deng Yin didn't know what he could eat, so she had been cooking special meals for him these past few days, rice porridge for every meal.

Chi Lin felt that he was now living under someone else's roof and didn't want to make too many demands, but no one could stand eating porridge every meal.

Not to mention adding any other vegetables or meat to the porridge, Deng Yin didn't even give him any pickled vegetables.

He wondered if Deng Yin was just fond of this kind of food and that's why he drank porridge every day, but now, seeing a table full of dishes, Chi Lin's eyes turned red.

It's red with anger!

Here's what happened: Deng Yin had been bringing him meals every day for the past few days, and Chi Lin felt a little embarrassed, so he went out on his own after hearing someone outside say that it was time to eat.

Then I saw this scene before my eyes.

When Deng Yin saw him come out, he wasn't surprised. Instead, he asked Gou Dan to get him a bowl and chopsticks.

The dining table was handcrafted by Deng Yin; it's very large and can easily hold 15 plates.

There's also a circular wooden board on the table that you can rotate, allowing you to access dishes from other places.

This table is so big, there's room for another person to sit down.

Normally, Wang Xi sits to Deng Yin's left and Gou Dan sits to Deng Yin's right. Although they sit next to each other, there is actually a lot of space in between, enough to fit at least two more people.

Among people like Chi Lin, he was only somewhat familiar with Deng Yin. He sat down between Deng Yin and Gou Dan, leaving an empty seat between them.

Gou Dan didn't say anything; he even moved aside to give Chi Lin more space.

Tonight, Li Pingle made fish porridge. Wang Xi had been asking for it this morning, so Li Pingle made it for her at noon.

"Give me the bowl, I'll serve you some." The bowl of fish porridge was next to Li Pingle. He reached out to Chi Lin, gesturing for him to hand over the bowl.

Chi Lin grasped the bowl, about to hand it over, when Deng Yin said, "No need, he can just drink the porridge I cooked."