I don't want to be a doctor either.

Ever since he had those outrageously detailed class notes of "Parallel Jingyu", Jingyu finally had a rule to follow when handling his work recently, and he was not so nervous anymore.

After gradually becoming familiar with the job, Jingyu discovered that it was not as difficult as he had thought. 80% of the patients who came for treatment had common illnesses, which would become familiar after a few times. Moreover, for such illnesses, Jingyu even believed that any normal person with a normal brain could handle them with ease after a few days of training.

As for the remaining 20%, most of them are rarely exposed to normal people. It is not difficult for those who know it, but difficult for those who don’t. For Jingyu, who has basically taken some rough notes, it is nothing.

There were only one or two really difficult cases during the week. Whenever this happened, Jingyu would make the excuse that he had something urgent to do and persuade the patient to wait for him in the office for a while. Then he would secretly go to his cupboard, open his notes, and study them in detail. Adding some of his understanding from his previous life, he could basically solve the problem.

The importance of this notebook to me is just like the "Nine Yang Magic Art" to Zhang Wuji and the "Yongle Encyclopedia" to Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di!

In short, Jingyu is now very grateful to "Parallel Jingyu". If it weren't for the strange relationship between the two, Jingyu feels that he should even call him "senior" or "mentor".

But Jingyu still felt that he couldn't say it out loud, and he always felt a little twisted in his heart. He hoped that one day he could help "Parallel Jingyu" and repay his kindness so that neither of them owed the other anything.

"Haha..." Thinking of this, Jing Yu couldn't help but laugh at himself and shook his head. He knew very well that he would probably never see the parallel Jingyu again, because his current younger body was most likely not his own, but most likely the parallel Jingyu's. If that was the case, then he should have "traveled through time and space", so where did the parallel Jingyu's soul go?

Maybe he went to another world, or maybe he was swapped with Jingyu. The worst case scenario is that he has already dissipated...

If he went to another world, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But if he was swapped with himself, that would be too miserable - he would age a few years for no reason, and all the knowledge he had learned over the years would be completely useless in that world. Jingyu didn't leave behind the Nine Yang Magic Art like the parallel Jingyu...

Anyway, Jingyu can imagine how lost and desperate the parallel Jingyu would be if he were to be in his body. He would definitely curse, "How could there be such a rubbish Jingyu who could live such a bad life."

With a "pop" sound, Jingyu covered his face. He was so ashamed that he didn't know where to put his face.

Logically speaking, if Parallel Jingyu really swapped places with himself, it might be better for him to just disappear. At most, he can still be a hero 18 years later!

Really, that's too difficult, how can I save him...

In short, Jingyu can only sincerely wish Parallel Jingyu well, and hope that he can have a good home...

If, if you knew that Pingxing Jingyu was not living well now, and you could switch back with him, would you do it?

"You are just making trouble for yourself." Jing Yu scolded himself angrily. There was no need to criticize his own moral level for an unknown thing.

He began to look through his notes again without getting tired. There were not many people seeing the doctor today, and Jingyu was very free, so he took a notebook to the office.

I worked until after eleven o'clock, when the office door opened and two people came in. They were a young woman and a little boy. The woman looked to be in her early 20s at most and looked very pretty, while the boy looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, probably a junior high school student. He wore a blue baseball cap backwards and had a Band-Aid on his cheek. He must be a naughty kid.

The little boy was holding a lobster-like elf in his arms. It was about the size of a puppy, with a light blue shell all over its body and two long golden tentacles on its head. The most peculiar thing was that its right forelimb had a big claw, almost as big as a shrimp head, while its left forelimb was very small, similar in size to its other limbs.

As a humanoid elf encyclopedia, Jingyu recognized this elf at a glance - it was the water-attributed "Iron Arm Pistol Shrimp".

"Doctor, doctor, please save my 'little shrimp'!" As soon as the little boy entered the door, he rushed to Jingyu and shouted with tears in his eyes.

"Save it, we must save it. Don't be anxious. Talk to your brother first about the current situation of your elf." Jingyu stood up and showed a friendly smile, signaling the little boy not to be too excited.

Although he looked calm on the surface, Jingyu was still a little panicked at this moment, because Jingyu remembered clearly that there was no chapter about the Iron Arm Pistol Shrimp in his notes. Maybe this kind of elf was not popular, so maybe the relevant knowledge was not taught in college? Maybe it was just that the "Parallel Jingyu" had not had time to write it. In short, Jingyu could only rely on himself this time.

So the little boy hurriedly told Jingyu the situation, but Jingyu didn't understand after listening for a long time. Fortunately, the little boy's sister seemed to know her brother's language expression level very well. She told Jingyu the situation she knew in a concise manner, which made him understand it roughly.

To put it simply, this iron-arm pistol shrimp has been unwilling to train recently and always looks weak.

So the brother and sister were worried that there might be something wrong with the iron-armed pistol shrimp, so they hurried to the hospital for a checkup.

Hearing this, Jing Yu heaved a sigh of relief. After these days of seeing patients, he had accumulated some experience. This was simply overtraining, which caused the elf's body to be too tired and possibly injured. It was not a big problem. He just needed to take some elf supplements with corresponding attributes and rest. It was not a big deal. Why make such a fuss...

So Jingyu told the two of them about his thoughts. After hearing what he said, they looked at each other and then showed a little disappointment.

"It seems that his medical skills are not that high..."

"Brother, don't tell the truth in front of others..."

"??"

Jingyu was confused. Did he make a wrong judgment?

Ah, although his medical skills are not very good, he still has self-knowledge, but Jingyu thinks that there should be no problem in judging based on the information they gave. It's like when someone asks him what one plus one equals, and he answers that it is equal to two, then others say that he has an IQ problem. Does this have anything to do with IQ? Even if Einstein came, one plus one would equal two!

"Wait, what do you mean by this?" Jing Yu asked with some displeasure.

"What I mean is that a month ago, Xiao Xiami had the exact same situation. When he went to see the doctor, the treatment plan he gave was the same as yours. We treated Xiao Xiami according to the plan, and he recovered soon..."

"Oh, that's great! Since it has recovered, it means the treatment plan is fine. However, now your iron-arm pistol shrimp is injured again due to over-training. Shouldn't you reflect on whether you are too eager for quick success instead of doubting the treatment plan given by the doctor?" Jingyu interrupted the girl.

"The training program we provide is not heavy at all!" the girl said affirmatively.

"Why are you so sure?" Jing Yu asked doubtfully.

"My father is the owner of the Water City..."

"Brother!" the girl interrupted hurriedly, but it was too late.

"Oh, sorry, sister..." The little boy realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and quickly covered his mouth.

The girl sighed. There was no need to hide it anymore, so she explained, "My brother meant that the training plan was tailored for the pistol shrimp by our father, the owner of the Water City Gym. Logically, overtraining should not happen, but as you know, it happened, and more than once. Even my father couldn't figure out this strange situation, so we went to the best hospital in Water City for treatment."

"I see. Since this plan was made by the museum owner, then this matter is indeed strange."

Jingyu appeared calm on the surface, but at this moment his heart was in turmoil. Oh my god, these two are actually the son and daughter of the owner of Water City Pavilion.