Ruan Qi has a stomachache as soon as he sees Cheng Jinyan.
Since I took his car back to the city a month ago and owed a favor, the master clocked in on wechat every day according to the meal point.
Miss Ruan, when is the meal you owe me
[miss Ruan, it's dinner time again. Do you have time to invite me.]
[miss Ruan, if the debt of gratitude has interest, you must be in debt now.]
Fall!
Doesn't it mean that the Cheng family is abstinent and quiet?
Is this man sick? Is it sick!
The little girl can't be bothered. She didn't want to have dinner with the Cheng family. She decided to order a takeout to him. Quan should return the favor.
But before the plan was implemented, Cheng Jinyan came to Daxian store first.
Ruan Qi looked at the man sitting opposite with a cold face, and the green veins in his forehead jumped twice.
She twisted her eyebrows and took a deep breath. "Sir, this is a pharmacy, not a restaurant. If you want to eat, go out and turn right."
Cheng Jinyan felt the rejection of the little girl's emotion, and he gave an expressionless' um '.
"Then see a doctor first and have dinner after Miss Ruan gets off work. I have plenty of time today and am not afraid to wait."
The arrangement was straightforward, and there was no room for Ruan Qi to refute.
Ruan Qi: "
I really want to pierce his death.
The little girl restrained her inner strength and patted her pulse pillow like a vent of anger.
"Put your wrist on!"
Cheng Jinyan put out his obedient hand.
Although Ruan Qi doesn't like Cheng's family, he will treat patients equally.
She collected her emotions, sank her heart and put her hand on his pulse.
Cheng Jinyan lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on Ruan Qi's hands.
The little girl's hand is as beautiful as a work of art.
Her fingers are as thin as peeled shallots, probably because of the doctor's profession. There is no excess decoration on her nails, which is a healthy light pink.
Cheng Jinyan can feel the cool and tender finger abdomen on his pulse, like a small meat pad of a milk cat, soft and soft to people's heart.
The air conditioner in the clinic was turned on 25 degrees, but Cheng Jinyan felt that the skin around his wrist was a little hot.
"Mr. Cheng is in good health." Ruan Qi took back his hand. "It's just that he's thinking too much and has insomnia occasionally."
Cheng Jingyan said faintly, "well," what medicine should I take? "
Ruan Qi looked at him strangely.
Although the poison sect of Cheng family is a heresy, medicine and poison has been a family since ancient times, and every Cheng family knows medicine.
As a child of the Cheng family, how can Cheng Jinyan not cure mild insomnia?
Ruan Qi thinks this guy is ill.
"Cheng Dashao, you should take some brain tonic."
Cheng Jinyan: "
The little girl smiled: "after all, there are diseases in the brain, which are difficult to cure."
“……”
Cheng Jinyan lived for 27 years and was so straightforward for the first time.
No, No.
The last time he sent the little girl back to the city, he was wronged by her all the way.
He thinks Ruan Qi is right. He may be really ill.
If someone treated him so badly, he might have sent the other party to die with his temper.
But perhaps it was because of the strong sense of familiarity when seeing Ruan Qi. Hearing her scolding herself, Cheng Jinyan smiled.
"Miss Ruan said yes." he pushed down his glasses. "What kind of brain tonic do you think I should take?"
Cheng Jinyan asked too seriously. Ruan Qi gently raised his eyebrow.
She pulled off her pen cap and scratched a lot of small pills on the medicine list, which snapped in front of Cheng Jinyan.
"Take all these medicines. Mr. Cheng, go ahead and pay for them."
Cheng Jinyan looked at the eye list.
Ten boxes of Anshen pills, ten boxes of brain tonic, ten boxes of Shiquan Dabu pills
All these add up to at least tens of thousands of yuan.
Good guy, I can eat it by sight until the beginning of next year.