Chapter 679

Master Zhang was so angry by Pu weicang that he blew his beard. What's the point of his tolerance? He said that he was mean and selfish. That's his son. He wanted to show Yun Xiuqing what's wrong. However, Master Zhang didn't dare to say these words. Pu weicang's aura was so strong that he was like a big devil who killed people without blinking an eye.

"Since it's cold, let's wait for doctor Yun to come over." Mr. Zhang swallowed his anger and was unwilling to say so.

Pu weicang did not answer, but will wipe the handkerchief on the ground, turned out of the main hall.

Looking at PU weicang's action, Master Zhang angrily kicked Zhang Chen: "you son of a bitch, your brother was suffering yesterday, so you can go shopping in Hualou. What's the matter? Celebrate your brother's death in advance. Do you inherit my family? Don't even think about it. You deserve to lose an eye. "

Zhang Chen was so innocent that he was angry with Master Zhang. The people he hated were Yun Xiuqing and Pu weicang. If not for these two people, how could he become such a virtue.

When Pu weicang returned to Yun Xiuqing's room, Yun Xiuqing was still sleeping. We can see how tired she is today.

Yun Xiuqing was awakened by hunger. Before she opened her eyes, she heard the sound of her stomach cooing.

"Qingniang, are you awake?" Pu weicang looks at Yun Xiuqing with her eyes closed and her eyes spinning around, and knows that Yun Xiuqing is awake.

Yun Xiuqing slowly opened his eyes and looked at PU weicang with a smile on his face. He wondered, "how long have I been sleeping?"

"It's only an hour. I've got the food. Get up and eat. You've missed two meals." Pu Wei Cang a face gentle way.

Yun Xiuqing rubbed her shriveled stomach. No wonder she was so hungry. It turned out that she had not eaten two meals.

After that, Yun Xiuqing climbed on the table and ate a meal without any image, until she was full.

"Pu weicang, what's the matter with Master Zhang?" Yun Xiuqing fills her stomach, and then she thinks of Master Zhang who has just had an operation.

"I hear I'm awake." Pu Wei Cang light way, never mention the lack of an eye Zhang Shen.

"Let's go and have a look." Yun Xiuqing stood up, twisted his waist and said slowly.

Pu weicang answered and followed Yun Xiuqing to Mr. Zhang's next room.

At this time, Zhang Nan has woken up. Although the stitched wound has some pain, it is much better than the previous abdominal colic.

"Here comes doctor Yun." When Zhang Nan saw Yun Xiuqing, her voice was very excited.

Yunxiuqing light should a, give Zhang Nan a pulse, although just do surgery not long, but from the pulse, Zhang Nan at this time is better than she imagined.

"I'll prescribe a prescription for you. During the healing period, I'll take it light. In addition, seven days later, I'll come to my pharmacy and take out the stitches for you." Yun Xiuqing wrote down a prescription and read it carefully twice. After confirming that there was no problem, she gave the prescription to Zhang Nan.

"Thank you for your help." Zhang Nan's previous story has been heard from Xiao Si. It was Zhang Jiaquan who misdiagnosed him. He not only misdiagnosed him, but also gave him medicine residue. If Yun Xiuqing hadn't been invited, he would have gone to see Yan Wangye now.

"You don't have to say thank you. It's your duty. However, Master Zhang, you have to see clearly when taking the medicine this time." Yun Xiuqing thought that Zhang Nan was a good man and had no airs, so she made a joke with him.

But Pu weicang's face sank. He felt that if Zhang Nan and Zhang Chen were both short of an eye, the picture would be good.

Yun Xiuqing doesn't know Pu weicang is jealous because of the joke between her and Zhang Nan. She just thinks Zhang Nan has a good temperament and knows how to be grateful. She is much better than his lust brother.

"Young master Zhang, this is the medicine powder for the wound, three times a day." Yun Xiuqing then gave Zhang Nan a powder in the medicine box, which she developed herself. Generally, she was reluctant to give it to others.