When it comes to cooking, Zhuang Lin actually doesn’t know much. He just knows how to cook some Western food. As for Chinese food, he can at most cook porridge or something.

Because Chu Wan might not come back for a long time, after he came back from Izumo, he went out to buy a lot of Western food ingredients and stuffed them slowly in the refrigerator, which is now just in handy.

He was busy in the kitchen alone. Not long after, he heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, from far to near, and finally arrived in front of the kitchen door.

By the time he turned around, Kong Qinghua had already appeared behind him.

Kong Qinghua has changed her clothes, the same water-blue style, and the orthodox casual autumn outfit, with her beautiful face and slim figure, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The two of them looked at each other, and a blush flashed across Kong Qinghua's fair face.

"I'll help you." Her voice was very low. If Zhuang Lin hadn't had it that he hadn't been super skilled in his ears, he wouldn't have heard it clearly.

Looking at Kong Qinghua who walked to him, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to help him cook together, Zhuang Lin smiled, then turned his attention to the ingredients in front of him again and continued to be busy.

In the bright kitchen, the two of them were busy with their work, without saying a word to each other, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.

"By the way, what event are you going to attend next week?" Zhuang Lin first broke the silence between the two and asked.

Kong Qinghua raised his head, his long hanging hair spread out, his beautiful eyes turned around, and he stayed on Zhuang Lin for a moment.

"A Chinese Medicine Research Report Conference."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine Medical Research Report Conference?" Zhuang Lin stopped the work and turned his head. The two of them looked at each other. He looked at Kong Qinghua with a look of surprise. He couldn't figure out what this mysterious Chinese Medicine Medical Research Report Conference was.

When he was in the Western world, he had also received invitations from several top medical institutions and participated in two medical research associations. He had some impression of this kind of grand event between doctors.

"This and the research report meeting were actually held publicly by a famous traditional Chinese medicine family in China. It aims to promote and develop the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine culture. It has been held three times so far." Seeing his surprised look, Kong Qinghua explained to him.

"What are the reports on Chinese medicine and medical research? It won't be like those government-oriented summits, where everyone sits together to chat, eat, drink, and then go their separate ways." Zhuang Lin asked curiously.

Hearing his words, Kong Qinghua temporarily put down the ingredients at hand.

"No, in fact, those who can participate in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Medical Research Report are all scholars and doctors with a certain reputation in China. Everyone gathers together to discuss medical skills, discuss experience, etc.."

Discuss medical skills!

It sounds very good.

Zhuang Lin's eyes lit up, and he was a little more curious about this so-called traditional Chinese medicine medical research report.

The Chinese world is vast and vast. Whether it is between remote mountain villages or bustling cities, there may be hidden in rare medical experts. Although Zhuang Lin only thinks that he has some skills, he will not be blindly arrogant and underestimate the doctors in this world.

Although Chinese traditional Chinese medicine shows weakness, there are still many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners with extraordinary medical skills, just as Dr. Fang mentioned the old miracle doctor.

As early as abroad, he had heard of the Chinese medicine families in China. Now, from Kong Qinghua, he mentioned that he became more and more curious about these Chinese medicine families that had been passed down for a long time.

Perhaps we should take this opportunity to discuss with the famous Chinese medicine practitioners in China, especially those disciples from the traditional Chinese medicine family.

"When will you leave?" Zhuang Lin looked at Kong Qinghua and asked.

Hearing his question, Kong Qinghua did not answer immediately. His beautiful eyes looked at him, and he was silent for a short time.

"You also want to attend a report meeting on traditional Chinese medicine medical research?" asked without being too sure.

Yes, the man in front of him has such a great medical skills. How could he not be moved by having such an opportunity to compete with top Chinese medicine doctors in China?

"I have been staying abroad and have never had the opportunity to attend such a gathering of traditional Chinese medicine. I am also a student of traditional Chinese medicine. I am naturally curious about this kind of national gathering of traditional Chinese medicine." Zhuang Lin did not hide his thoughts and nodded in response.

"You also know that my medical skills are quite reasonable. Do you have any way to take me with you?"

Kong Qinghua pondered. The medical skills of the man in front of him were really not revealed. His medical skills, not to mention that they were in Quancheng, even if they looked at the country, they could still be ranked. If he was asked to attend this traditional Chinese medicine event, he would undoubtedly shine with dazzling brilliance.

But the problem is that there are only a few places in the medical department. The reason why she was able to attend this national traditional Chinese medicine event was because the tutor received an invitation letter and the person who received the invitation could lead two people according to the rules.

The invitation letters distributed every year in this Chinese traditional Chinese medicine event are very limited, and each quota is very precious. Those who can get the invitation will not casually take out the quota they have on hand to people who have nothing to do with them.

Her mentor still had a place on hand, but she couldn't be sure whether she could persuade her mentor to give this precious place to Zhuang Lin, a stranger.

"My tutor still has a quota in hand, but I can't confirm whether she will give you this quota. I need to go back and try it, and then give you a reply." After thinking about it, she said slowly.

She couldn't explain why she was so proactive about Zhuang Lin attending this traditional Chinese medicine event.

"A 700-minute cooked steak is absolutely delicious in the world, enjoy it." During the time of speaking, the steak in the pan had already emitted a refreshing fragrance. Zhuang Lin closed his eyes and sniffed it deeply, and said comfortably.

"When you were abroad, you were all alone?" Kong Qinghua looked sideways, looked at Zhuang Lin with a comfortable expression, thought for a while, and asked.

Zhuang Lin used a shovel to shovel the steak in the pan into the prepared plate, turned his head and looked at Kong Qinghua beside him, not knowing what the meaning of her sudden question had.

"Of course not. When I was abroad, I had many friends around me, including Western countries, Black non-states, and China."

"When you were abroad, you were always practicing medicine and treatment? I heard that you have many certificates from several top international medical institutions such as Mades. If you are at your age, you must have achieved considerable achievements in the Western world. Why did you have to return to China?" In fact, when she learned that Zhuang Lin had a certificate issued by Mades, she had already wanted to ask.

Mades, the highest authority in the global medical system, and the many medical systems used by all modern civilized countries come from this huge medical institution. Those who can be recognized by this institution are all those who have outstanding achievements in the medical field.
Chapter completed!