After repeatedly explaining and reassuring his mother, it was definitely not a support, so Zhang Kun took out the noodles in the bowl with a wry smile, and then went to the clinic to open the door, and then ...... Continue to lie on your stomach in a daze.

The morning passed slowly, Zhang Kun was still lying bored on the desk for a long time, and the clinic did not change because of the plaque sent yesterday, and there were still no patients coming to the door.

But even so, Zhang Kun occasionally turned his head to look at the plaque of the living miracle doctor on the wall, with a slight smirk on his face, no matter what, we are also the ones who sent the plaque.

However, in the afternoon, at two or three o'clock, another burst of firecrackers rang out throughout Xingwang Village.

In the midst of countless curious eyes, a middle-aged man in his forties sent a pennant of "Rejuvenation with Wonderful Hands, Saving the Wounded".

Zhang Kun remembered that he had a cerebellar tumor, and his limbs were stiff and unable to walk, and later Zhang Kun took the initiative and removed the lesion.

Looking at the grateful person who came, as well as the pennant with a wonderful hand of rejuvenation, Zhang Kun was silent for a while, and finally accepted his kindness, and also left the middle-aged man to have dinner together.

In the following days, there will always be a lively sound of firecrackers in Xingwang Village, even two or three times a day, as if Xingwang Village has been brought back to the New Year-like season.

On the wall on the right side of Zhang Kun, in addition to the plaque of the living miracle doctor at the beginning, there are several more pennants and a big letter of thanks.

On the sixth day, the sound of firecrackers sounded again at the door of the clinic, and an old man even said the words "it's late", while sending a pair of calligraphy and paintings to Zhang Kun's hands.

"In order to ask for this painting, but I came late, Doctor Zhang forgive me. Although he said apologetic words, the old man's face was smug.

At this time, in the crowd outside the door, the old teacher in the village, Grandpa Li, looked at the calligraphy and painting from a distance, looked at it for more than ten seconds, and couldn't help but nod lightly: "Good words!"

"Old man Li, what a good handwriting, what is written, I can't understand it, it's the same as a ghost drawing. There was an old man next to him who looked at the calligraphy and painting, looking left and right, and couldn't understand what was written.

Teacher Li looked at his old buddy on the side and said with a smile: "The eight characters written on it are the spring warmth of the apricot forest, and the fragrance of the orange well is wild." ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Li was stunned suddenly, and then his eyes froze, but he saw the inscription under the inscription from a distance, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Zhang Xuequn's words?"

"Old man Li, what are you shouting, what Zhang Xuequn?" The old man next to him still didn't understand.

However, Mr. Li ignored him, couldn't help but walk out of the crowd, walked into the clinic, and came to Zhang Kun and the old man who sent calligraphy and paintings, and looked at the eight big characters on the framed calligraphy and paintings at a distance of more than one meter.

Finally, Mr. Li slowly exhaled a breath, and then nodded with a smile to Zhang Kun and the old man who sent the word, but without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the clinic, returning to the place where he was standing.

"Old man Li, you go in and take a look, do you see anything, and what you just said about Zhang Xuequn or something, is this word good?"

Teacher Li pursed his lips and pondered for a while, and then showed a slightly wry smile on his face: "If that character is really Zhang Xuequn's, this character is worth 100,000 yuan, well, the lowest!"

Teacher Li took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the doubt in his heart.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Li suddenly remembered something, covered the mouth of the old guy next to him who was about to open his mouth to exclaim, and then whispered in his ear: "Don't call, don't tell anyone else about this." ”

The old man who was covered by Teacher Li was stunned, and then seemed to understand something, nodded slightly, and then Teacher Li slowly let go of his hand, and then the two continued to look at the clinic together.

Zhang Kun doesn't understand calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't know whether this calligraphy and painting is good or not, as for Zhang Xuequn, Zhang Kun doesn't know anything about it, and he doesn't know anything about its value, but this does not affect his gratitude to this old man for coming thousands of miles to send calligraphy and painting.

The same is to leave the old man to eat together, and then send him away respectfully.

With the arrival of the last word, the chain of firecrackers seemed to be over, and the next day, Xingwang Village returned to quiet and peace again.

Zhang Kun looked at a wall of pennants, calligraphy and paintings, and thank you letters in many places in the clinic, Zhang Kun finally took out his mobile phone, and then found a number and dialed it, and the phone was quickly connected.

"Dean Li, thank you!" Zhang Kun said softly.

Dean Li's hearty laughter came from the other side of the phone: "Thank you, it's all what I should do." There was a pause in laughter, and then Dean Li said softly: "Zhang Kun, it's not easy to open a clinic, it's even more difficult for a young doctor to open a clinic, it may be difficult at first, but I hope you can persevere, maintain the enthusiasm in your heart, and don't let the temporary difficulties hinder your heart to help the world." ”

"I know, Dean Li, I'll do a good job. ”

"Well, come on, I'm looking forward to your good news. ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Kun looked at the pennant, calligraphy and paintings, plaques, and thank you letters on the wall again, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face, which was very warm.

......

With the arrival of these pennant calligraphy and paintings, the reputation of Zhang Kun's clinic in the village has finally changed, and everyone looks at Zhang Kun's clinic no longer looks like a joke, but becomes suspicious.

After all, if the pennant is only sent together, everyone can still say that Zhang Kun himself supported himself and sang a double reed directed and acted.

But for six or seven days in a row, the pennants sent were almost all hung on a wall, and the people who came were also from all over the world, old and young, and the firecrackers set off in the past few days alone were tens of thousands of yuan.

Especially when Mr. Li's comments on Zhang Xuequn's words finally came out, everyone was stunned for a while.

For the villagers, a word is worth 100,000 yuan, that is unimaginable, one can't eat and two can't wear, just a few words, why is it worth 100,000 yuan?

However, everyone still believed the words of the teacher, so for a while, some people went to Zhang Kun's clinic every day to take a look at the calligraphy and painting that was said to be worth 100,000 yuan.

At first, Zhang Kun thought something was wrong, but later he learned about the value of the calligraphy and painting from his grandmother, and then after checking Zhang Xuequn on the Internet, he immediately transferred the calligraphy and painting to his home without saying a word.

The clinic is unattended at night, Zhang Kun generally does not stay in the clinic except for opening the door, and a pair of calligraphy and paintings worth 100,000 yuan are placed in the clinic.

To tell the truth, 100,000 yuan, Zhang Kun doesn't pay attention to it, but this word is someone's heart, not far away, and even specifically asked for such a word, this heart, for Zhang Kun, can not be lost.