Chen Mo felt that he might have landed on a rockery.
The master held his hand before he died and said with tears: "Xiao Mo, your medical skills have become great. Go down the mountain, save lives and heal the wounded, and make our Medicine King Valley famous!"
Chen Mo was crying profusely and nodded like he was talking nonsense.
The result?
On the first day down the mountain, my wallet was stolen.
The next day, the phone was scammed.
On the third day, he finally squatted down on a street corner, thinking of earning some living expenses by setting up a stall and seeing doctors. He had just put up a banner with the slogan "Heir of the Medicine King Valley, specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases". Before the bench was warm, a group of people in uniforms came.
"Come on, do you know that practicing medicine without a license is illegal?"
