Chapter 133： Doctor and patient family

Fu Shimo finished the inspection.

He took off the stethoscope, took out a pen hanging from the breast pocket of the white coat, and wrote a string of Chinese medicine names on the paper.

When you're done writing, put the cap on the pen and hang it back in your pocket.

He took the Chinese medicine list and handed it to Yan Zhixu, "After the medicine is prescribed, let the old man take it on time every day. Long-term persistence will help the body to recover."

She nodded and reached out to take it, "Okay."

The moment the two exchanged notes, their fingertips touched each other lightly.

His fingers were cold, but he seemed to know the artifact of heat well in the hot summer.

Yan Zhixu took the list, and after reading the herbs on it, he casually stuffed it into his pocket.

Yan Zheng: "..."

Obviously he is the head of the family, why did Dean Fu pass him the prescription and give Asu the prescription?

I couldn't see the mind clearly in my eyes, and looked at the other party, looking at it obscurely and carefully.

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't find any clues.

Dean Fu's expression was cold and natural, as if he just randomly selected someone to hand over the list.

Yan Zheng's eyes were distressed, "Axu, give me the list, you are busy with work and the hospital can't take care of it here."

Yan Zhixu ignored him, looked at Fu Shimo, his lips slightly parted, "Any note?"

As if he knew what she was going to do, he didn't ask, he took out the pen and gave her a stack of post-it notes.

"Thanks."

Taking these things, Yan Zhixu took out the list from his pocket.

She copied it down according to the names of the herbs above, and wrote several sheets in a row.

After writing, he closed the pen cap and distributed the notes to several of them one by one.

She had a calm expression on her face, "Everyone has a share in their hands, it will be more convenient."

There was nothing wrong with this explanation, and Yan Zheng didn't see anything wrong, so he put the list back in his pocket.

With a look of approval, he said, "Not bad, but Ash is still considerate."

It's good to have a daughter, it's just a sweet little padded jacket.

Yan Zhixu returned the remaining post-it notes and the pen to Fu Shimo, and he naturally took it and put it back in his pocket.

Both of them had calm expressions on their faces, and it was entirely the relationship between the doctor and the patient's family. Other than that, no trace of ambiguity could be found.

Yan Jinxiu raised his eyebrows as he looked at the post-it note prescription that was stuffed into his hand.

He said eloquently, "I'm quite busy with school, so this prescription is of no use to me."

Nan Wenshu covered her face, she felt that his son might have touched her husband's bad head again.

As it turns out, her hunch was correct.

Yan Zheng stuffed the note into his trousers pocket, "Are you busy? Can you be busier than your sister? Busier than your elder brother? Busier than me and your mother?"

Yan Jinxiu: Fuck, it's sloppy, he shouldn't have spoken, no matter what he says, as long as he speaks, it is a mistake.

"Well, you're all busy."

So he's very idle by himself, right? Do they know that he's a sophomore in high school?

Also, are you **** busy? Are you busy chasing stars? That's not what my dad said.

Fu Shimo's eyes fell on Yan Zhixu's trousers pocket, and there was a slight smile in the bottom of his deep eyes.

...

After taking them in the hospital all morning, they returned to Shengshi Haoting.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Lu Xun who was sitting in the living room waiting.

It may be because there is no serious owner at home, he is a little restrained, and he does not dare to move his body at will when he sits upright.

Yan Zhixu raised his feet and walked towards the sofa, "Brother Lu."

A familiar voice sounded, and it fell into Lu Xun's ears like the sound of nature.