After worshipping a mysterious master, Shen Hang Chongyuan thought that he would reach the pinnacle of his life from then on, cultivate as fast as flying, and then "become an immortal". As a result, he waited left and right, and finally this Saturday night, Feng Jiufa didn't seem to forget his little apprentice, and called him.

Shen Hangchong jumped up excitedly at first, thinking that the old man was going to teach him some martial arts mastery, or some mysterious magic weapon to him, but the old man's words almost made Shen Hangchong spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"You go and sign up for a class. ”

"Go and sign up for a class. ”

Registering for a class?

Shouldn't it be the scene of an ancient sect where the master and apprentice pass on the torch from generation to generation?

However, after the old man finished speaking, he hung up the phone, sent him a text message, and sent him the phone address of the training class. Shen Hangchong made a phone call and went over to consult, and the other party heard that Feng Jiufa introduced him, so he immediately registered, saying that he could come to class on weekends, and remember to bring his tuition when the time comes.

Shen Hangchong's heart was filled with 10,000 grass and mud horses, and this entrance fee is now called "tuition......

happened to be kicked out of the house by Aunt Xu on the weekend, and Shen Hangchong groped for it early in the morning according to the address.

The address of the training institution is on the ninth floor of the Yuanjia Building in the cultural and business center, and Shen Hangchong took the elevator up, and as soon as the elevator door opened, he smelled a smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

"Purple Dust Hall. It doesn't look like a training institution by any means. Shen Hangchong stood at the door of the Chinese medicine hall, looking at the customers coming in and out to get medicine, and was instantly stunned.

Old man Feng can't really be senile, right......

"Hello sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Oh, I'm Feng Jiufa, oh, no, Teacher Feng introduced me to study. ”

The little beauty with the red ribbon smiled and said, "Oh, it's a student of the Mingde class, come with me." ”

"Mingdeban, what the hell?" Shen Hangchong became more and more confused, and said that he would practice Yanghuo, but he ran to the Chinese medicine hall and reported what Mingdeban, could it be that Feng Jiufa sent him the wrong text message when he was drunk and crazy, right?

The little girl at the front desk smiled, "If it is introduced by Feng Lao, then it must be right, just follow me." ”

"Little beauty, let me ask something, how much is your tuition here?"

"The first phase is usually thirty-seven thousand. ”

Thirty-seven thousand!

Shen Hangchong chuckled in his heart, I ...... I signed up for this class because I had a bag in my head.

"Sir, hurry up, you are a transfer student, and the class is about to open, and I have to take you through the formalities, and it will not be good to be late for class later. ”

Shen Hangchong touched the back of his head, "What, uh, I think you misunderstood." ”

"Didn't you say when you consulted yesterday that it was introduced by Elder Feng?"

"Ah, is there one? That's what, it was introduced by Feng Lao, this is not here...... Come here for cupping, Mr. Feng said that cupping dispels the wind and dispels the cold, so let me come here for cupping. Shen Hangchong trembled, and when he saw someone lying on the side cupping, he hurriedly ran to the top of the cupping cup, so as not to be really pitted thirty-seven.

The little girl at the front desk looked at Shen Hangchong suspiciously, "Cupping?"

"Uh-huh. ”

"Then please do it here. The little girl also didn't understand a little, why is this person strange, just now he said that he came to train and take classes, and now it has become cupping, is this introduced by Feng Lao? But since she said that she was here for cupping, she didn't bother to confirm that Zichen Hall was not open to the public except for some special courses, and the general medical treatment was still for the public.

Shen Hangchong originally planned to slip away directly, but in order to save face for Feng Jiu, he reluctantly changed his words and said that he was pulling out a fire cup. The young lady at the front desk took him to a consultation room, which had a single bed and a simple light blue partition, and the space was a little cramped.

"It's Doctor No. 4 Huang who will come later, you wait. ”

Shen Hangchong had the feeling of going to a big health care technician, No. 4 Huang Technician, ......

"What, do you want to undress?"

The young lady at the front desk smiled: "Have you ever seen cupping on your clothes?"

"Oh, too. Shen Hangchong said and was about to take off his shirt.

The young lady at the front desk blushed, "That, don't worry." When the doctor comes, you can take it off again. ”

"Good. Shen Hangchong had never been to this kind of Chinese medicine hall, so he sat on the bed and waited for the technician, no, the arrival of the doctor.

"Old Feng's disciple, come to cupping?"

"Yes, when I consulted last night, he said that he was the disciple of Feng Lao, but today I brought him over to register for the class, and he suddenly said that he was here for cupping, and he was going to line up to call the number, I saw that Sister Huang Bingning was free, and it was introduced by Feng Lao, so I directly asked him to wait in the seventh consultation room. ”

Huang Bingning, who was wearing a white coat, had long hair and a shawl, dyed chestnut, the tips of his hair were slightly curled inward, and a trace of disdain was shown on his fair cheeks, "I see, Bacheng is a liar, I don't want to queue up, I don't know where I heard about the opening of our Zichen Hall, I deliberately came here in the name of Feng Lao, and now I am going to show my stuffing, and finally showed my horse's feet, and said that I was going to cupping again." ”

"Then I'll let the security guard chase him away?"

"Don't. Whether it's true or not, since I'm here to consult, then I, the doctor, will naturally help him treat this problem!"

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"Ahh

The door opened, and Huang Bingning put his hand in his pocket, "Mr. Shen?"

"Well, you're Technician Huang. ”

Doctor Huang of Zichen Hall originally had a bad impression of Shen Hangchong, and when he heard this technician, his face immediately turned pale, although they were in the field of massage halls with the sign of traditional Chinese medicine, and it was no problem to call a technician or master, but they still yearned for the title of Doctor Huang and Doctor Huang to be respected.

"Although our Zichen Hall is not a tertiary hospital, it is also a well-known Chinese medicine hall in Wu City, Mr. Shen calls it so, it seems a little disrespectful, right?"

Shen Hangchong was stunned for a moment, realizing that this voice technician had misunderstood the beautiful doctor, and hurriedly said, "Sorry, Doctor Huang, the slip of the tongue is purely a slip of the tongue." It's just that this kind of environment reminds me of ......"

Huang Bingning's face was frosty, "What's uncomfortable?" she pushed over the trolley on the side and began to process the glass fire jar.

"Shouldn't a doctor be looking to hear about it?" Doctor Huang, are you a professional?"

Huang Bingning looked back at Shen Hangchong, and said in his heart, this kid is looking for trouble. Most of the people who come to them are doing massage, cupping, etc., who really wants to hear about it, and give it to the pulse.

"I have to go to the hospital. ”

Shen Hangchong: "......"

The service attitude is extremely poor, and the fourth technician - a bad review.

"I've just been sitting for a long time and have some back pain, and there is nothing else wrong with it. ”

Huang Bingning wiped the glass fire jar with an alcohol swab, and said with a cynical smile: "It's a backache, lie down." ”