Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 301 Thanks



Chapter 301 Thanks

Song Ying was very happy, but also a little embarrassed. She looked at Doctor Lin and said, "I should thank you, Master. Thank you for accepting me as your apprentice and teaching me medical skills."

Although she had only studied medicine for a short time, she felt a huge difference. The neighbors were kind and friendly to her because she had given them acupuncture. Even those who had not seen her for acupuncture would remember her as a doctor and be polite to her if they fell ill and might need her help in the future.

More importantly, it earned respect.

When she went on a medical visit, she would be treated as a distinguished guest and could sit at the main table. In the past, even when she visited relatives, they might not have enough tables and chairs, so they would just pick up a few pieces of food with their chopsticks and let her eat while standing.

Thinking of the experience in Daping Village last night, Song Ying became more grateful to Doctor Lin. She poured him some tea and handed it to him respectfully: "Master, please have some tea."

Doctor Lin took the tea and felt even more relieved. "You should be most thankful for what you have today, and that is you."

Song Ying tried her best to purse her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. She felt in her heart that she should thank herself. If she hadn't asked her senior brother to learn how to identify herbs, if she hadn't found a way to learn to read, then she wouldn't have had the opportunity to go to the Shen Mansion to help her master, and she wouldn't have been accepted as a disciple by her master.

But people have to be modest, it sounds weird to thank yourself. After a few humble words, she picked up the teapot and simply refilled the tea for Doctor Ma. "I also want to thank Uncle Master for teaching me. I have learned a lot in the clinic in the past few months. I will trouble you to continue to take care of me in the new year."

Doctor Ma watched Song Ying grow from an ordinary country girl to where she is today, and she is diligent and studious. No teacher would dislike a studious student.

He smiled while pinching his beard: "Your master is right. The master can only lead you to the door, but the practice is up to you. In the end, learning medicine is up to you. You have done very well this year, and you must not neglect it in the future."

"Thank you for your teachings, uncle." Song Ying responded respectfully and poured more tea for Lin Wenxuan to thank him for his care.

Seeing her thank everyone, Lin Wenxuan followed suit and also stood up to thank Doctor Lin and Doctor Ma. However, when facing Doctor Lin, he spoke in a very cute way, saying things like thanking his aunt for loving her nephew, and thanking his aunt for coming all the way from the capital to Qingshui County so that he finally had the company of his relatives in Qingshui County. It sounded like he was entertaining his relatives with colorful clothes, which made Doctor Lin laugh non-stop.

Song Ying was also very happy. She found that Lin Wenxuan usually behaved very mature and steady, but as long as he was in front of Doctor Lin, he would act like a spoiled child and make Doctor Lin laugh.

In the past, Song Ying thought that this was a boy's characteristic. In front of the elders who loved him, acting like a spoiled child could achieve almost all of his goals. Song Tian and Song Yuan also liked to do this in front of Li and Yang.

But after learning about his master's life experience, Song Yingcai slowly realized that his senior brother was different from Song Tian and the others. His main purpose was to make his master happy in these ways.

The master's heart is filled with sorrow.

Just when everyone was so happy, Doctor Ma suddenly picked up his wine glass and looked at Doctor Lin, "Senior Sister, I should thank you too."

Doctor Lin rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are so old, why are you still following two little kids to learn?"

Doctor Ma shook his head and said seriously, "I have been wanting to say thank you for so many years. If you hadn't saved me, I would have frozen to death on the street and been thrown into a mass grave. I am afraid there would be no remains left now."

Doctor Lin was helpless: "It's already happened, why bother talking about it."

"In my heart, this incident has never been easy to get over. I will always remember that without you, I would not be who I am today."

Doctor Lin stopped smiling and looked at Doctor Ma. "Junior brother, what I just said to Song Ying is also what I told you. You can achieve what you have today by relying on yourself."

Song Ying was very curious about the amount of information in Doctor Ma's words. She looked at her master, then at Doctor Ma, and finally at Lin Wenxuan, asking silently with her eyes: What does Uncle Master mean?

The elders were reminiscing about the past, so Lin Wenxuan naturally didn't know how to speak. He shook his head and gave Song Ying a look that promised to tell her later.

Unexpectedly, Doctor Ma saw the little tricks between the brothers and sisters, and he told the story himself: "Song Ying, you want to know, you don't need to look at your brother, I tell you, if it weren't for your master, our sect would have been cut off long ago."

He put the wine glass back on the table. "I was still young then, about the same age as you are now, Song Ying. There was a drought in Qingshui County that year. The wheat in the fields and the rice in the farmland had no harvest. The magistrate didn't care about the lives of the people. Nine out of ten houses in Qingshui County were empty, and most of the people became refugees.

I went to the capital with my parents, hoping to seek refuge with my uncle in the capital. On the way, my parents always gave me the food they begged for first, so their health gradually deteriorated, and they caught a cold before they even arrived in the capital, and both died.

After burying my parents, I went to the capital city alone, but my uncle's family had moved away already. I had nowhere to go and I didn't have much money, so I couldn't afford to stay in an inn, so I stayed in a dilapidated temple outside the city.

The winter in the capital is different from that in Jinchuan. It is very, very cold, and people freeze to death every day. That day, I had spent all my money and was driven out by the beggars in the dilapidated temple. I didn’t know where to keep warm, so I could only huddle in a corner.

Just when I thought I was going to freeze to death, I met my senior sister. She gave me two buns. I knew that was my only hope of survival, so I had to shamelessly ask her if she wanted a slave. I didn’t want money from selling my body, I just wanted food to eat.”

Doctor Ma's words reminded Dr. Lin of his past. He sighed and said, "Actually, the buns that my senior brother bought that day were not from the store I like. I didn't want them, but when I turned around and saw you huddled in the corner, I gave them to you."

"But those two buns saved my life. They were the most delicious things I have ever eaten in my life," said Doctor Ma.

Doctor Lin was helpless. "You are still like this. I have told you so many times that you don't owe us anything. Although we took you to the Jiang family, you were a servant to our senior brother. You live on your own ability and don't owe anyone anything."

Doctor Ma shook his head and said, "No, if you, Senior Sister, hadn't accepted me at that time, I wouldn't have survived that night, and I wouldn't have been able to say that I could live on my own. It was you who saved me.

Later, it was you who begged Master to accept me as his disciple. You saved my life that day, and later, you gave me the ability to make a living. I will never forget your kindness, Senior Sister!"

Doctor Lin was silent for a moment, then said, "Back then I taught you how to make a living, and now you teach Wenxuan medical skills, which can be considered as paying you back. Don't mention what you owe me in the past."


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