Chapter 329 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 (Twenty-eight)
"…That's all you have to do lately."
After reading it, Jian Qiang looked up and confirmed with the other party, "Mr. Song, do you think there is anything that needs to be changed?"
The man half leaning in the chair was wearing a white shirt today. His slender fingers were clean and cold white, his nails were neatly trimmed and rounded and casually placed on the armrest. The blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible against his cold white skin.
His fingertips rested on an extremely luxurious fountain pen, the pen body reflecting the sparkling cold light, and it looked like a dancing butterfly fluttering up and down on his finger.
Is Mr. Song distracted?
Jian Qiang was not tempted by the scene for a second, but was shocked by another fact.
Song Ning is not the kind of person who would be distracted by work, and what is Song Ning thinking about?
"Mr. Song?"
Jian Qiang was curious and gossipy.
"Ok?"
Song Ning came back to his senses, "If you have something to say, just say it."
She already said it!
Jian Qiang resisted the urge to roll her eyes and complained bitterly in her heart before repeating it again.
"These are your recent schedules. Mr. Song, do you have anything to change? If not, I'll book it."
Song Ning said nothing.
Jane Qiang:?
"Why didn't he contact me?"
Song Ning finally spoke, but his words left Jian Qiang confused.
“Who doesn’t contact?”
"he."
The pen on Song Ning's fingertips stopped turning and he looked directly at Jian Qiang.
he?
What him?
Which he? How did she know who Mr. Song was talking about, etc.
Jian Qiang reacted, "Mr. Song, are you referring to Doctor Lan?"
"Well, don't you have any plans with him?"
Song Ning suddenly remembered this. Wasn’t Lance the one arranged for him by Jian Qiang?
Then it’s reasonable for him to ask Jane Qiang about Lance’s movements, right?
arrange? What arrangement?
Can you two arrange a marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau?
Jian Qiang's mind was full of questions, but she still asked tentatively.
"Mr. Song, do you mean that I should have arrangements?"
Does she have to help Mr. Song to negotiate this relationship?
What was she going to do? Arrange a date between Mr. Song and that guy?
What happened to Jian Qiang? She used to be very smart and could understand what I was thinking.
Song Ning raised his eyelids, and Jian Qiang finally reacted.
"I've been busy with work lately. How about arranging for you and Dr. Lan to go to the hot springs to relieve your fatigue next Tuesday?"
Mr. Song closed his eyes.
Jian Qiang understood it now. She took a few steps back, closed the door and left, then started contacting Dr. Lan, who she hadn't contacted for some time.
She came back in a few minutes.
"Mr. Song, I've already made an appointment with Dr. Lan. Is it okay for me to go there this Friday afternoon?"
"Ah."
Mr. Song still didn't move. Jian Qiang nodded and left.
The office returned to silence, and Song Ning slowly opened his tired eyes.
Lance agreed? So that's what the guy was going to do?
There was a hint of unknown emotion in his eyes, but his fingers couldn't help but pick up the phone to take a look.
The messages in the top column are sent to him every day, but they are limited to some simple inquiries about his well-being.
She also worries about his health from time to time, and seems to be really full of love.
"But is it true that you can only express your concern with your mouth?"
Song Ning's voice was so soft but particularly clear in the empty room, and the echo instantly filled the entire room like the spread of silence.
Song Ning was in a daze for a while, and a familiar feeling of fatigue quickly surged into his heart.
He stood up with his eyes open, his movements a little awkward, and quickly went into the lounge that had been vacated not long ago and lay down in his clothes.
The moment he closed his eyes, Song Ning felt that nothing mattered anymore.
He didn't know when this body would be gone, so instead of worrying about it, he might as well enjoy himself while he could.
So be it.
Lance has been a little busy lately. On the one hand, he is studying how to cure the little prince's illness. On the other hand, he didn't expect that Yan Qi would actually bring him a way to make money.
The affiliated hospital of C University where Yan Qi works has become somewhat famous recently, but this fame is only among a certain group of people.
【Exchange and Mutual Aid Association for Youth with Hemorrhoids】
[Friends, have you heard of an urban legend recently? ]
[What urban legend? No, the most important thing is, what does it have to do with us? ]
[Your question shows that you have definitely not heard of this urban legend. Do you know C University Affiliated Hospital? My relative's sister's husband works there, and I heard about it from him.]
[Such a complicated relationship, so what is the shocking secret? ]
[I heard that their hospital has made a major breakthrough in special medicines recently! It seems to have just been officially produced, but I heard that it is a very effective special medicine and they are already scrambling for it! ]
[Special medicine? What special medicine? Could it be...]
[That must be a special medicine for treating hemorrhoids! I heard that this special medicine is super powerful. Basically, it can be cured with just the medicine, and there is no need for surgery! ]
[Is this true? It must be a lie. If there is such a powerful drug, it would have been a hot topic long ago. ]
[I swear I'm not lying, I have a strong connection. I heard that it seems that because it has just been developed, their own people are scrambling to buy it, so they don't plan to make this news public for the time being. Maybe they can't supply it now! I have asked a relative to buy one from his sister's husband at a high price. It will arrive tonight. I will share it in the group when the time comes! ]
[If someone else said this, I would definitely not believe it, but since you are the group leader, I will still believe it. ]
[Me too, the group owner has been managing our group for five or six years, and his character has always been trustworthy. ]
[Well, I'm just telling you guys in advance, just in case it doesn't work, it can be regarded as a warning to you brothers, so that you won't be cheated. ]
After sending the last message, Huang Ya received a call from the courier.
"My delivery? Where did it come from?"
The other party called out a place name, and Huang Ya stood up suddenly.
"doctor?"
The patient sitting opposite was stunned, then looked nervous.
"What's wrong, doctor? Is my illness serious?"
Could it be some terminal illness? Or some incurable disease? Oh my god, he is only eighteen years old, what should I do!
"Ah? Oh, no."
Huang Ya saw that he had calmed down again, and sent the package to the home address he filled in. It was impossible for him to take leave and run home to try the medicine now.
He calmed down and watched the other party start placing orders.
"You are only eighteen years old, right? How come you have hemorrhoids at such a young age? And it's so serious."
"But fortunately the situation is not serious. I will prescribe a Mayinglong bottle for you to apply on your skin. You can come back for a follow-up visit later to see how the situation is."
After opening the order, he habitually added, "Remember to adjust your work and rest schedule, drink more water, eat more vegetables, don't sit for long periods of time, and it's best not to bring your phone with you when you have a bowel movement."
The patient looked nervous.
"Could cell phones make the condition worse? Is it because of the bacteria on them?"
Huang Ya gave him a strange look, "Of course it's to prevent you from going to the toilet because you've been squatting for too long on your phone."