"Haha, this is the first time I have heard such an opinion."

Chen Hao immediately smiled and thought about it carefully. Yes, Li Ya's words make some sense.

"That's because you don't know how to draw."

Li Ya smiled and said, "On the first day of learning to draw, the teacher usually tells you that if a painting has a soul, it must have the rhyme of the painting."

"I only know how to learn from drawing eggs."

Chen Hao smiled jokingly.

"Draw an egg?"

Li Ya was stunned, and then she smiled again and trembled, "I understand."

"Li Ya, to be honest, does Yaoyao really have talent?"

Chen Hao changed his tone and asked with concern.

"Yeah, really."

Li Ya nodded, curled her smile and said seriously: "There is no doubt that when I teach her, I will demonstrate her brushwork. The specific paintings were all drawn by her. I think such paintings have souls."

After pausing, she continued, "I believe that Yaoyao will definitely become a good painter in the future."

"Well, that's good."

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and smiled, "I'm still worried that she is not suitable."

"By the way, Chen Hao, I heard you are studying in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Li Ya asked him with a smile: "Then do you know medical skills?"

"Of course."

Chen Hao laughed and said jokingly: "It's like you are a student at Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts. I ask you if you can draw."

“There are many people in our school who can’t draw.”

Li Ya glanced at him and said with a smile.

"Why is that?"

Chen Hao was a little surprised.

"There are also some people who draw for design, such as advertising design, etc."

Li Ya explained with a smile: "They are different from those who learn to draw. You say they can do it, and they can do it, but in our opinion, the things drawn are not considered paintings."

"So that's how it is."

Chen Hao suddenly realized.

"Chen Hao, since you are a student of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, you must have heard that you know Tang Dongqiang, right?"

Li Ya asked tentatively.

"Well... I heard, I know, what's wrong?"

Chen Hao was a little surprised.

"Old Tang used to be the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Li Ya sighed and said distressedly: "I think there should be his students in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine? Can you help me find out which person has a good relationship with Mr. Tang, and can you ask Mr. Tang to help you see a doctor?"

"oh?"

Chen Hao was a little surprised and said, "I remember, didn't Mr. Tang open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic by himself?"

"Yes, there is one, and it was also created by Mr. Tang."

Li Ya nodded and explained, "But Mr. Tang is not going much anymore. I went to inquire last time and the people inside said that Mr. Tang is basically going to two days a month now, and those two days of account have already been robbed."

“Not next month either?”

Chen Hao asked tentatively.

"Stop talking about next month."

Li Ya said with a wry smile: "Even there is nothing in half a year."

"So exaggerated?"

Chen Hao was a little surprised.

"Is this normal?"

Li Ya sighed and said, "Old Tang is a leader in our Chinese medicine industry. It is no exaggeration to say that there are tens of thousands of patients in the country who want to come to see a doctor. If I queue up to register, I will have to wait for the year of the monkey and horse. The condition is not waiting for anyone."

"Then what you mean is, let me ask you for information and see who can talk to Mr. Tang in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Chapter completed!