Chapter 317 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 317 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 (Sixteen)

At night, Jian Qiang couldn't help it.

She was so impressed by the handsome Chinese medicine doctor that she could never forget him. So she sent a WeChat message to her boss, preparing to have her year-end bonus deducted.

[Jian Qiang: Mr. Song, have you rested? ]

Jian Qiang didn't expect the other party to really reply to her.

After all, if things don’t go well, there’s a good chance her boss will ignore her and scold her on Monday;

If everything goes well, it will be even easier. We can do something else after dinner, right?

Maybe if she drinks a little wine and everything goes well, her abstinence-oriented senior might lose his virginity tonight, and then he will have even less time to take care of her.

"Ding~"

The notification sound for WeChat replies is a bit scary.

Jian Qiang looked at it over and over again for a long time before clicking it.

【Mr. Song: If you have something to say, please speak up.】

Really came back?

Jian Qiang couldn't understand.

Could it be that the doctor is not to the boss's liking?

She hesitated for two seconds, then became dignified and awe-inspiring.

No, if she doesn't take that kind of artwork back home to take a look at it, she feels like she will lose out in her life!

[Jian Qiang: I just want to express my concern for you and ask if you need to find another suitable person?]

Song Ning, who had changed into black silk pajamas, understood the other party's unfinished words at a glance.

You're here to gather information, but you don't even bother to hide it.

Song Ning grabbed the phone and was about to reply, but his thumb paused above the word "send".

There was a tube of ointment thrown casually on the coffee table, which made Song Ning easily think of the man's face and his affectionate and gentle demeanor.

He deleted the input, turned off the phone and threw it aside.

Let’s deal with the troubles tomorrow. Tonight is a nice night and he just wants to enjoy it.

Jian Qiang almost withered away without receiving any more information.

Unable to comfort herself with gossip, she woke up from time to time throughout the night - when was it going to be senior? How did the conversation go?

……

[Lance: Good morning, is Mr. Song up yet? ]

[Lance: Mr. Song, do you have any plans for today? Or should I make the arrangements?]

[Lance: Mr. Song is still resting? ]

[Lance: Then I'll go back to the clinic first. We'll make an appointment when Mr. Song is free.]

After typing the last message, Lance stood up and followed the broadcast at the high-speed rail station to take the return high-speed train.

He was tall and slender, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament. Many people were secretly looking at him, but many people coming and going with their mobile phones in hand wanted to approach him but were discouraged by the frown on Lance's brows.

Only a few people secretly took out their mobile phones to take a few photos and posted them online, which brought in a small wave of traffic.

Song Ning's attitude is not right.

Lance still didn't understand until he got off the car. Last night, when he sent a good night message to the little prince and didn't receive a reply, he thought it might be because their identities in this world were too different.

But after sending these messages today, Lance thought he had some understanding of the little prince.

The little prince is actually very polite no matter which world he is from, so he was a little surprised that he didn't get a reply after such a long time.

Is he really still resting?

Lance returned to the clinic, cleaned it up, and opened the door.

If this is true, could it be that because of another deviation, Song Ning's current physical condition is not as good as imagined?

He was so happy yesterday that he forgot to scan the little prince's physical condition.

It looks like I'll have to arrange this first next time.

Lance finished his thoughts and looked up, just in time to see an old lady stumbling in.

He was stunned for a second and subconsciously stood up to steady the person. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the old lady took out a teddy bear from her arms and put it in his hand while wiping her tears.

"You are a doctor, right? Can you help me take a look at my breast?"

Lance glanced down subconsciously.

Mimi? But isn't this a dog?

He asked too.

The old lady gave him a surprised look, "It's not that a cheap name is easy to raise. If I hadn't given Mimi this name, it might not be alive today."

Lance: ...

This is the first time I heard that a humble name is easy to keep.

"You may have misunderstood. I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, not a veterinarian."

Lance explained that he studied Chinese medicine so he didn't plan to take any other path.

But the old lady refused.

"People and dogs are similar, right? Can you help me take a look? Our place is small and there is no veterinarian. I am old and can't walk far. Can you see if you can treat it? I won't reduce your medical expenses. I have a pension."

As she spoke, she took out a small cloth bag and took out the cash wrapped in a plastic bag from it - it was quite a lot, estimated to be around two thousand yuan.

Lance wanted to explain that this was not the point, but the old man had already sat down.

Just at this moment, another person came in. He looked at the old lady and then at the dog in Lance's hand. When his eyes saw the money the old lady took out, he rushed over with an angry face and slapped the table.

"I've always said that there aren't many good traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. How dare you, a quack, even try to cheat my mother out of her retirement fund? I'm telling you, don't even think about cheating my mother out of a single cent while I'm here!"

He cursed and turned to look at the old lady unhappily, his tone full of accusation.

"Mom, didn't I tell you to throw the dog away? This dog vomits every day when it sees me. Do you know what the neighbors say about me now? They all say that we are the kind of cruel and bad people who abuse dogs. You actually brought a dog to see a doctor? It doesn't deserve it!"

Lance frowned slightly.

Sometimes he really disliked the preconceived habits of human beings.

He was about to explain when the WeChat notification sound suddenly rang.

Lance picked up the phone with some surprise.

[Song Ning: Sorry, I was feeling a little unwell last night and went to bed a little late. I just got up.]

[Song Ning: Let's meet again today, but I have something else to do. If you don't mind, how about coming to my company and waiting for me? ]

Song Ning sent the message and threw the phone away.

He looked out the window with empty eyes, and after a while he sneered, wondering what on earth he was expecting.

When Dr. Lance arrives at the company and sees what his identity can bring, he will probably no longer be able to maintain his so-called gentlemanly demeanor and reveal a face as greedy as Duan Kong, right?

That's good too, at least he can give up sooner.

The eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings and slowly closed.

Lance couldn't hide the smile on his face. It seemed that he had misunderstood that the little prince was indeed still resting.

But today?

It looks like I have to catch the fastest high-speed train back.

Lance thought about it and raised his head. The middle-aged son was still cursing and scolding his old mother, and was even ready to snatch the puppy on the table and throw it away.

The old man became anxious when he saw this, and rushed forward with tears in his eyes.

"No, I won't let you throw Mimi away! You're all grown up now and I don't see it very often. I rely on Mimi to live my life with me. Why do you want to throw it away just like that? I won't let you throw it away!"

She held the puppy shiveringly and turned to hand the money to Lance.

"Doctor, please take a look at my Mimi. Just cure her vomiting problem when she sees Aqiang. Then Aqiang won't throw Mimi away anymore."

Lance paused as he was about to kick both of them out.

He glanced at the trembling old man, then at the middle-aged man with angry hair and red face, and then looked down at the puppy who suddenly started vomiting again.

He suddenly spoke.

"I'm not very good at diagnosing dog diseases, but I can tell a little bit about human diseases."

His indifferent eyes fell on the middle-aged man like a god looking down on the world, "You are seriously ill, you know that? And if you continue to get angry so easily, your illness will only get worse."

The old man was stunned for a second and subconsciously turned to look at his son. The middle-aged man was so angry that his face turned blue and purple. He waved his fist and yelled, "You dare to curse me, I will beat you to death" and was about to rush forward. Before the old man could stop him, the middle-aged man suddenly rolled his eyes and leaned back.

He fell down with a thud.