Chapter 310 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Part 9)
"Is he sick? How on earth do I look like a matchmaker?"
Jian Qiang suddenly sat up from her sleep in the middle of the night, cursed angrily, and then lay down again.
But the next morning, she still went to see her senior with coffee to act as a matchmaker.
Even the well-informed Song Ning began to doubt his hearing.
"What did you say? Who did you find for me?"
Jian Qiang opened the video she had watched before.
"This Chinese medicine doctor is quite young and handsome."
She took a deep breath and said, "I flew to see it myself yesterday afternoon. The real person looks exactly like the one in the video. He is 1.9 meters tall in person, has a great figure and probably has eight-pack abs."
It turns out that Jian Qiang asked for leave yesterday just to do something for herself.
This was the first thought that flashed through Song Ning's mind.
The next second he opened the video with some curiosity. He was curious about what kind of man could make Jian Qiang not care about his identity as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and come to him.
Song Ning clicked on the video, and when he saw the amazing profile, his figureless eyes suddenly lit up.
After he watched all the appearances of the man in the video, Song Ning felt hope and uncertainty for the first time.
"You said you've seen it in person? Does he really look like this?"
If there is hope, then her efforts will not be in vain.
Jian Qiang took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes, he does look like this, and he's even a little bit unphotogenic."
Does that mean the real person will only look better?
Song Ning took another look at the video and found it a little hard to imagine.
It looks so good in the video, isn’t this the upper limit?
He looked at it for a long time and suddenly spoke.
"I agree. Go to the finance department to collect your bonus. Yesterday is considered a paid holiday for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Song."
Bonus! Paid time off!
The two sums of money made Jane Qiang, a money-loving woman, very happy. She left the office leisurely, but after walking a few steps, she suddenly felt a little uncertain.
She should have just told the senior that she was just introducing him to the doctor, right?
What the senior said about me agreeing should mean that I agree to her arranging for the two of us to meet each other?
Well, I think so.
Jian Qiang thought optimistically.
……
Lance had originally planned to adjust his condition recently and match himself with suitable clothes - he didn't know when the little prince's assistant would introduce him and the little prince, but it was always the right thing to do to adjust himself to the best condition first.
In addition, after counting the cash in his hand, he felt a little anxious for the first time in a long time.
It cost a lot of money to open a small clinic, but the current revenue is less than 10,000 yuan.
Lance opened his phone and took another look at the 20,000 yuan in his savings and began to hesitate.
Should we directly use the assets of the previous host?
But even if he used it, the identity of his little prince in this life was not simple. If he simply inherited the assets of the previous host, he would still not be worthy of his little prince in the eyes of humans.
Maybe he should study how to expand his popularity.
Lance sat in the small clinic and thought.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
A voice rushed in and Lance came back to his senses.
It’s two thousand one hundred yuan.
The expression on his face softened a little, "Your hemorrhoids have recovered, congratulations."
Old Zhao walked in with a distorted expression, but the next second he looked back at the person behind him with full surprise.
"Did you see that? The doctor knew my hemorrhoids were healed just by looking at me. I told you, this doctor is truly a miracle doctor, amazing!"
The visitor was also a little shocked by Lance, but still remained skeptical about Lance's overly young appearance.
"But is this a Chinese medicine doctor? Isn't he a little too young? I feel like a reliable Chinese medicine doctor must be an old man, right?"
"What do you know? The doctor may have a secret to keep his youthful appearance. And why do you care so much? A good doctor is one who can cure diseases."
Old Zhao pulled him over and pressed him in front of Lance. He was not wearing a mask today and had a smile on his face.
"Tell the doctor about your illness quickly. If it can be cured, you won't have to suffer in the future."
The man was about to speak, but Lance motioned for him to put his hand down.
This is what the doctor himself didn't let me tell you. The person who came was a middle-aged woman about the same age as Lao Zhao. She was Lao Zhao's relative and was Lao Zhao's second sister-in-law.
Mrs. Zhao wanted to see if this doctor had real skills, so she didn't say a word even when Old Zhao urged her.
Lance checked it out and frowned slightly.
"You're not sick."
Zhao Ersao's heart suddenly rose in her chest, and she felt deeply disappointed.
She was about to stand up and said, "Little brother, I told you that Chinese medicine is unreliable. He is too young, how can he tell what disease he has? I'd better listen to your brother and find a big hospital..."
"You are allergic, it's not a disease."
Lance looked at her neck with some confusion as he spoke, "You are obviously allergic to this metal, why do you keep wearing the allergen around your neck? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Mrs. Zhao raised her buttocks and sat them down again, her eyes wide open.
"What? I'm allergic? I'm wearing something that causes allergies?"
She followed Lance's gaze and looked down to see the necklace around her neck.
Lance nodded and casually opened a registration form.
"If you have allergies, go to the hospital and get an IV drip. It's more comfortable than taking Chinese medicine. I'll pay the registration fee, eight dollars."
Most people don't like taking medicine, especially Chinese medicine.
He still has this common sense.
When Mrs. Zhao heard that she was asked to get an IV drip and pay eight dollars for the registration fee, she was shocked.
Why is this different from what she thought?
Didn't this little brother of hers take pills that cost 100 yuan each here? Why did she only need an IV drip for her illness? Or did she go to another hospital for an IV drip?
Wait, that's not the point.
"Doctor, you said I'm allergic to this on my neck? How did you know that?"
Mrs. Zhao was confused, but Old Zhao suddenly slapped his thigh when he heard it.
"Don't be ridiculous, sister-in-law, this is the gold chain my brother gave you, right? I remember you started to feel uncomfortable not long after you put it on. So that's the problem. Sister-in-law, you are allergic to gold. Why is my brother so ignorant as to give you this?"
Mrs. Zhao was even more confused.
"No, I'm not allergic to gold. Didn't Minmin take me to a gold shop to buy me a gold bracelet for Mother's Day this year? I've been wearing it without any problems."
Old Zhao was stunned.
He suddenly realized something and his pupils dilated slightly.
No way? How could his second brother...
Mrs. Zhao was also confused.
She also thought of something, and her fingers began to tremble as she was about to take off the chain.
How, how could this happen?
Lance glanced at her, then at the bracelet on her hand.
He thought for two seconds, his tone calm but with a hint of sympathy and comfort.
"It doesn't matter, at least you still have a good daughter."