"There's no way. If Xiaoyuanzi is really interested, we'll train him." Lao Shi smiled, "what's the origin of Zheng always you said? You think highly of him."
"Zheng Lao, he was the chief physician of the provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. After retirement, he opened a traditional Chinese medicine shop in the medicinal material market in the south of the city and occasionally gave people a look. I heard that Zheng Lao has two disciples, both of whom are 40 or 50 years old. The big disciple took his class and worked as the chief physician in the provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes Zheng Lao would go to the provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine."
"It's so powerful!" old Shi smashed it and smashed his mouth. If Xiaoyuanzi really worshipped Lao Zheng, it would be a pie from the sky.
Nowadays, famous doctors are hard to find, and a good master of traditional Chinese medicine is even harder to find.
"Zheng Lao's vision is very high. I think Xiaoyuanzi is really talented. If he is really interested, I can help introduce him, but whether he accepts it or not depends on Zheng Lao's idea."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Chan moved and went to the canteen to eat. Standing in the cold wind, Lao Shi suddenly shivered. If Xiaoyuanzi is really interested, they should find him a good teacher anyway.
If Xiaoyuanzi really worships Lao Zheng, the human relationship between their family and Jiang Chan will be even greater.
Back with the packed breakfast, the other three in the bedroom also got up. Wenjing was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair. Seeing the breakfast in Jiang Chan's hand, Wenjing smiled.
"It's so happy to have a hot breakfast every morning."
"It's a pity that there will be no such days for half a year. When little cicada goes to college, we can only go to the canteen for breakfast in the morning."
Yang Liuqing picked up a beef and cooked wheat and ate it with a bulging mouth.
"I really don't want little cicada to graduate early." Yu Jie echoed: "I don't know if others will be arranged in her bedroom after little cicada graduates. If she doesn't get along well, it will be more uncomfortable."
"I don't think so. I'll talk to the old class and see if I can let the three of us live together until the end of the college entrance examination." Wen Jing waved generously. If I can't, I can only go through the back door.
After seeing Jiang Chan coming back, Mo Mo jumped down from the bed, squatted on the table and ate the rice in Shaomai. It was not picky about food. Jiang Chan tasted that the roasted wheat was not salty, so he gave it to eat at ease.
Sunday morning passed quickly, the bell rang after class, and Jiang Chan swaggered out of the school gate with an inky canvas bag. Wen Xing stood outside the car and watched Jiang Chan approach. The configuration of luxury cars and handsome men is always attractive.
But everyone looked away after seeing Jiang Chan get on the bus. In the city, Jiang Chan's status seems to have been deified. She never leads anything bad to her.
Standing in front of the reception room, Lao Shi saw Jiang Chan get on the car and quietly write down the license plate number and smell the star. If there was anything, he could know it well.
After getting on the bus, Mo Mo got out of the canvas bag and jumped on Jiang Chan's thigh.
"Dr. Jiang, the boss and Mr. Zheng are waiting for you, and Mr. Zheng has been talking about you." Wen Xing began to find topics. As a gold medal assistant, it is a necessary skill to resolve embarrassment and find topics.
"Well, did Gu Jianchen take the medicine on time? If the patient doesn't cooperate, the best doctor can't help it."
"According to your instructions, the boss takes medicine on time every day, and old Zheng looks at it. He doesn't dare to slack off."
"OK, wait until I see Gu chuanchen." Jiang Chan said faintly, leaned back, hugged Mo Mo and closed his eyes.
Every time I give Gu Jianchen acupuncture, it takes a lot of effort. Fortunately, her mental strength has increased again during this period, otherwise Jiang Chan really wants to scold her mother.
If Gu Jianchen recovers, she has to charge more medical expenses! It's not in vain. She asks for leave and spends her heart and effort to heal him.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Zheng Lao's traditional Chinese medicine room, and Jiang Chan jumped out of the car holding Mo mo. Smelling the faint smell of medicinal materials here, Jiang Chan took a breath with satisfaction.
Others will think these tastes are bad, but Jiang Chan thinks they are good. She likes to deal with medicinal materials.
"Here comes the little cicada. Come in quickly. Do you want to eat now or after acupuncture and moxibustion for Gu boy?" although Zheng is old, his legs and feet are very sharp.
"See a doctor first. It's not too late to eat after seeing a doctor." Jiang Chan doesn't have so much time to wait here. If she eats first, she has to wait for Gu Jianchen to eat. It's better to be in place like this.
Gu Jianchen was pushed out of the wheelchair: "doctor Jiang is coming? Doctor Jiang is working hard."
Jiang Chan took the pulse pillow on the counter: "let me diagnose the pulse first. Don't say polite words."
Smell whether the star has lied and whether Gu Jianchen has taken medicine on time. She knows by palpating her pulse. The pulse can't deceive people.
Three minutes later, Jiang Chan took back her hand and looked at Gu Jianchen with satisfaction: "the effect is good. Are the herbs ready? We're going to start."
An hour later, Gu Jianchen lay on the hospital bed, and Jiang Chan stood on his left side: "I have to remind you that according to my estimation, the first main acupoint on your waist should be able to recover today. The pain you suffered during this period will be more painful than before. You have to bear it no matter how hard you feel."
Gu Jianchen clenched his teeth. The pain of the last time had left him fresh in his memory. It was more painful than the last time. What kind of torture would that have to be?
"Smell the stars. If I struggle later, you can hold me down."
After explaining this sentence, Gu Jianchen turned his face to Jiang Chan. Although he couldn't completely see Jiang Chan's action, he seemed to have a lot of peace when he saw Jiang Chan.
Old Zheng Yandian took a towel and handed it to Gu chuanchen: "bite this in a moment."
Gu Jianchen looked at old Zheng. The little old man was kind-hearted. The premise was to ignore his gloating tone.
This time, Gu Jianchen's pain was faster and more urgent than that in other places. Jiang Chan's gold needle was only pierced for two-thirds. He snorted coldly. In the past, he would feel pain only when Jiang Chan's gold needle was almost pierced. Now it seems that the treatment is very effective.
Old Zheng looked happy: "there is hope! You can hold on. Don't move."
Wen Xing and the other two bodyguards had already pressed Gu Jianchen to death, worried about what accident he would cause if he moved around.
Jiang Chan's face was calm, and her mental power slowly penetrated into Gu Jianchen's skin along the golden needle, gently accumulating and nourishing acupoints. This process is undoubtedly very uncomfortable. Old Zheng saw clearly that the sweat beads of soybeans were seeping from Gu Jianchen's forehead.
Unfortunately, he didn't say a word. Except for a stuffy hum at the beginning, he kept holding back. Even old Zheng has to admire him. This boy is really cruel to himself.