Chapter 501

Jiangbeiyuan is still standing in place.

The snow fell over his hair, his eyebrows and eyes, and covered his broad shoulders.

He stood there like a tall statue. No one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Dr. Jiang"

A cordial greeting brings back the thoughts of jiangbeiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan woke up in a trance and found that the kind old lady who had been operated on before he left the central hospital was standing in front of him.

"God, why are you standing here, cold or not? So little? "

"Not cold." Jiangbeiyuan smiled.

"Achoo."

All of a sudden, he sneezed, and his eyebrows stretched out.

The cold he wanted came at last.

"I seem to have a cold."

"It's strange that you don't have a cold when you're standing in the vent with so little clothes!"

The old lady is very distressed. If you don't hurry to stay in the house in such a heavy snow, just like a fool, he is standing here. He is happy when he has a cold.

The old lady hurriedly pulled jiangbeiyuan's arm to pull him in. This time, jiangbeiyuan didn't push him out. She went in with the old man.

Qiao Zhen has finished needling Yan Nian. She is washing her hands and looking at jiangbeiyuan, which appears in her shop.

The old lady took a clean towel to jiangbeiyuan and asked him to wipe the snow on his head. At the same time, she explained to Qiao Zhen:

"Zhen, this is the doctor Jiang who I told you to operate on me."

"It's him, a young man." Qiao Zhen said casually, the voice is very casual, did not show much enthusiasm.

“……”

Jiangbeiyuan looks around quietly, but he doesn't see the figure of Yannian. He frowns a little, but he quickly returns to his mind and comes forward. His dry and cool hand stretches out, "Hello, jiangbeiyuan."

Qiao Zhen nodded and shook hands with Jiang Beiyuan. Looking at him from a close distance, she was a handsome man with sharp eyes. She was very upright and brave. She should be less than 30 years old.

If her son is still alive, he must be about his age.

Qiao Zhen quickly took back her hand, and a touch of sadness passed through her eyes.

"Is your hand so cold?" She asked carelessly.

"I have a cold."

The voice of jiangbeiyuan is as clear as the mountain stream.

"My father cooked a bowl of ginger and sugar juice this morning. It's 10 grams of ginger, 10 grams of brown sugar, 60 grams of Japonica rice, and 3 grams of Suye. After drinking it, I feel quite comfortable. I heard that there is a doctor Qiao on North Road who is skilled in medicine and free in the afternoon. So I come here to have a try of acupuncture."

"You are very particular about traditional Chinese medicine."

Qiao Zhen says, Mou bottom flashed a minute to think, "but you are not western medicine, come to me what does this Chinese medicine do?"

"It's not a western medicine."

Jiangbei yuan chuckled.

Continue to say:

"I was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine. My ancestors traveled with Zhang Zhongjing in those years. I studied traditional Chinese medicine in my university. I read treatise on febrile diseases, Huangdi's Internal Classic and compendium of Materia Medica more than ten times. Later, I was assigned to the hospital by mistake. I resigned soon after work. I was not a professional counterpart. What's more, I always advocated a broad culture of traditional Chinese medicine In the hospital, I can't stand those quacks who prescribe medicine in order to make money. "

"Well...!"

Joan nodded.

Jiang Beiyuan's attitude towards her has never been appreciated. She likes people who don't believe in western medicine.

"But you are also very powerful. You have saved my aunt with a knife even though you are not professional. You still have a set!"

"They were all taught by their ancestors and inherited their talents." Jiangbeiyuan said, eyebrows and lashes up.