Urban God-level Youth

Chapter 23: Chapter 25: National Medical Master

Liang Chengwang asked curiously, "Young man, what's your last name? I'm Liang Chengwang, the owner of this pharmacy, and this is my daughter, Liang Ya."

Daughter?

Qin Hao originally thought Liang Ya was a waitress, and even if she wasn't a waitress, he couldn't imagine that the two were father and daughter.

Because Liang Chengwang was quite old, looking almost about sixty, while Liang Ya was only about twenty-two or twenty-three.

"My name is Qin Hao."

Liang Chengwang noted the name and casually chatted with Qin Hao for a bit.

Soon, Liang Ya had all the medicinal herbs packaged, each type weighed, totaling over eighty pounds, costing about a thousand yuan.

Qin Hao took out a wad of cash, intending to pay Liang Ya.

Standing by, Liang Chengwang said with a smile, "Xiao Hao, no need for the money, it's not much anyway, consider it a gift from Uncle Liang in making a new friend."

"No, no, Uncle Liang, you're also in business, how can I let you lose money?" After saying this, Qin Hao continued to take out his money.

Liang Chengwang held his hand and said, "Xiao Hao, I know you are kind-hearted, you don't want to take advantage, but if you don't accept in the business circle, it means you look down on me, you don't want to be my friend.

That could easily offend people. Even if you don't want to befriend him, just don't contact him in the future, it's always good to have more friends."

Hearing his words, Qin Hao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then thank you, Uncle Liang."

Liang Chengwang, seeing that he got the point right away, also showed a smile, "Why thank me? The few words you just said to me are worth this much money, nowadays a consultation fee from an ancient medicine expert costs thousands of yuan."

After saying that, he continued, "Like what you did just now, checking Mr. Xu's daughter, if that was genuine, even if he gave you a hundred thousand or eighty thousand, it would be too little."

Now in Xuan Country, very few people can master the ancient medical arts of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking to perfection.

Some ancient medical practitioners carry the title of expert, but in reality, their medical skills are nowhere near that level.

Although Qin Hao's medical skill rank is only level one, it is truly at the level of a national master of medicine.

Observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking were the most fundamental, yet most difficult, medical skills in the past.

Fundamental because any ancient medicine doctor would know a bit of it, difficult because it's complex and profound, and even ancient medicine experts wouldn't dare to claim they mastered it completely.

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Hearing about the hundred thousand or eighty thousand, Qin Hao felt a pang in his heart; he really didn't expect it to be that much.

If he had known earlier, even twenty or thirty thousand would have been fine, and he would have had sufficient capital.

Liang Chengwang naturally didn't know what he was thinking and said with a laugh, "You can't carry all this medicine by yourself, let me have someone deliver it directly to you."

Qin Hao didn't refuse, "Um, thank you, Uncle Liang."

Liang Chengwang, being able to operate such a large pharmacy in the herbal medicine wholesale market, obviously had considerable strength; he had many vehicles at his disposal.

He immediately arranged for a van to load up Qin Hao's medicinal herbs and then headed towards Cuijing District.

The driver's name was Wang, one of Liang Chengwang's employees, responsible for transporting goods for customers every day.

Wang was quite chatty, and while driving, he asked with a laugh, "Brother, are you studying or working?"

"I'm studying," replied Qin Hao with a smile.

Though called Wang, he was already in his late twenties. He laughed and said, "Studying is good, you still need a diploma nowadays, or it's really tough to get by in society. Take my advice, buddy, study hard, or you'll definitely regret it later."

Qin Hao smiled and nodded, "Thanks, Wang."

"I dropped out in junior high and later entered society, only then realizing how hard it is to get ahead without a diploma, I could only do manual labor. I struggled for seven or eight years, achieving nothing, still stuck in the same spot.

Later, I got my driver's license and still had some strength, so I came to work at Hundred Medicine Pavilion." Wang spoke about his past.

...

There are many university students in Xuan Country now, and even the news has reported on the difficulties they face in finding jobs.

He really agreed with what Wang said.

Of course, he wasn't saying that people without degrees definitely had no future, but very, very few people without degrees achieved great success.

A diploma can stop many people in their tracks. Among the founders of well-known large corporations, how many lack a diploma? And how many are graduates of genuine universities?

Almost all the founders of well-known large corporations are graduates of prestigious universities.

Even among founders of small and medium-sized enterprises, more than ninety percent are educated and have diplomas.

This shows just how important education and diplomas are.

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In less than half an hour, Wang drove up to the bottom of Qin Hao's building.

Wang opened the trunk and moved a large bag of herbs out.

Qin Hao took out a box of "Zhonghua" cigarettes from his pocket, which He Gongxiang had given him. He didn't really smoke, so he just handed the cigarettes to Wang.

Wang's expression changed when he saw the cigarettes, and he quickly pushed them back, "No, no, these are too precious."

"Take them," Qin Hao insisted, stuffing the cigarettes into his pocket.

He was afraid that if he brought them home, his parents would find out and he would inevitably be lectured.

Wang hurried over intending to help him carry the bag upstairs, but Qin Hao easily lifted it with one hand, "Wang, go back, I can handle it myself."

Seeing Qin Hao effortlessly lifting the bag weighing over eighty pounds, he was a bit surprised and didn't insist anymore.

Walking up to the fourth floor, Qin Hao didn't find it hard. He unlocked his door and placed the herbs in his room.

He was a bit worried about how to explain the herbs if his parents came back.

And the thirty thousand yuan in his pocket, if he dared to say it was protection money he had collected, his father would probably kill him.

He could let his parents know about the herbs, but the money absolutely had to be kept secret from them.

Qin Hao found a secure spot and hid the money, keeping about a thousand yuan on him.

It was now nearly one o'clock, and his stomach was empty and growling.

Ever since he acquired the system, Qin Hao had noticed something—he ate more than usual, at least twice his normal portion.

He checked his kitchen and found nothing to eat, so he had no choice but to go downstairs to the supermarket at the entrance of the Cuijing District.

Inside the supermarket at the district entrance.

Qin Hao bought a tub of instant noodles and then some ingredients for making roast duck.

Just as he was paying, Xia Qing walked in. Seeing Qin Hao at the checkout, she paused for a moment and said, "Qin Hao, you're buying stuff too?"

Seeing the instant noodles Qin Hao had bought, Xia Qing smiled and said, "You haven't had lunch yet today, have you?"

Qin Hao, "Just got back from outside. I'll make do with a tub of instant noodles. Are you buying something?"

Xia Qing nodded and said to the supermarket owner, "Auntie, bring me a pack of 'Yuxi'."

Afterward, she said to Qin Hao, "I'm planning to go out. My dad ran out of cigarettes, so he asked me to buy a pack for him."

Qin Hao, "I should get going then, see you."

"Hmm, try to eat less instant noodles, they're not good for your health."

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