Dong Shuqiang took out the thermometer and handed it to the old man according to his words, the old Chinese medicine doctor slowly took a reading glasses, squinted his eyes and raised the thermometer above his head, and carefully observed, thirty-eight degrees seven, the body temperature is not low, is it still an infusion?

Dong Shuqiang didn't wait for a reply, only listened to Jiang Hanying behind him preemptively say: "Then please trouble the doctor to prescribe medicine!

Dong Shuqiang looked up at Jiang Hanying, knowing that the other party was for himself, so he smiled gently and did not refute.

The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded, picked up a goose feather in front of him, dipped it in ink, and prescribed the medicine with the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, no one knows anyone who doesn't understand medicine, even if you are a highly talented student, this is the doctor's professional writing technique, all connected together, so that you can't recognize it, similar to ancient prescriptions.

With the prescription prescribed by the old Chinese medicine doctor, Dong Shuqiang and Jiang Hanying came to the toll office to pay the fee and then went to the treatment hall to wait for the infusion.

The treatment hall is quite spacious, with more than a dozen beds, each bed has a stand for hanging liquids, there are old people, children, women and even young people sitting on the edge of the bed or lying on the bed for infusion, and there are a few empty beds that are empty, they randomly choose a place near the window to sit down, waiting for the nurse to administer the needle.

Dong Shuqiang, who was chatting quietly for a short time, was called out by a girl with a face full of pimples, and he replied: "Yes, it's me."

Take your hand and do it

Dong Shuqiang stretched out his left hand, and the female nurse tied a thick leather band for him, slapped it a few times, and then pulled out the syringe and pierced his skin without hesitation.

"Hiss" why does it hurt so much?

It's okay a big man, this is also called pain? As he spoke, he twitched the syringe back and forth, and said secretly: "Why is it not bleeding, shouldn't it? I can't pierce such a thick vessel."

Looking at the female nurse interspersed there, Dong Shuqiang really couldn't stand it, he asked: "I said you can't do it, this can't be pierced, quickly pull it out, it's not your hand, don't you feel distressed?"

Jiang Hanying was also uncomfortable looking at the scene in front of her, but she was embarrassed to criticize the nurse in front of her, after all, they came to see a doctor.

The female nurse also blushed when she heard Dong Shuqiang's question, and replied embarrassedly: "Okay, I'll let someone else come over to help, and pull out the syringe in Dong Shuqiang's hand after speaking."

Pressing the back of the bleeding hand, Dong Shuqiang "hissed" and replied: "It's okay, I'm a man, otherwise I guess you won't practice with me, hehe."

I'm sorry, but I'm going to call someone.

Looking at the nurse who walked out, Jiang Hanying asked with concern, "How is it?

Hehe, it's okay, her skills are not as good as mine, she can't pierce my thick blood vessels, and it is estimated that it is difficult to give needles to children.

Before I could talk a few words, I saw a middle-aged nurse wearing a white coat walking over, and gave Dong Shuqiang a liquid infusion very smoothly, and since he has returned to the world of the two of them whispering.

After the infusion, Dong Shuqiang felt a lot more relaxed, at least the high fever had subsided, and his body was not so sore, and the two left the clinic together.

Seeing that the time was close to noon, Dong Shuqiang wanted to invite Jiang Hanying to lunch, after all, breakfast was consumed by Jiang Hanying, although there was not much money, but Dong Shuqiang remembered in his heart that it was not a matter of money, but it was a pity that Jiang Hanying left, let him go back and rest by himself, if he was hungry, eat some, don't save too much, the body is the capital of the revolution.

Looking at Jiang Hanying gratefully, listening to her heartfelt words, Dong Shuqiang was deeply moved, maybe only when you encounter hardships or illnesses, do you know who really cares about you, this is that sending charcoal in the snow is always easier to move people than icing on the cake!

Looking at the disappearing red Raider, Dong Shuqiang walked home with footwork.

In the afternoon, Dong Shuqiang was asleep, this was the most comfortable day since he became a "single", he got up at night to simply fill his stomach, took out his mobile phone and made a call home.

"Mom" is me, Qiangzi......

Well, I'm fine, I can still live here, if not, I'll go back......

You should also pay attention to your body, don't work in Tai Chi, and take it easy.

Kindness......

Kindness......

Good......

Son: Is it Dad, do you miss Dad?

Oh...... Daddy misses you too......

Okay, okay, remember to listen to grandma and be a good baby......

Good...... Good.......

A phone call only listened to him there dumb, but the expression of this longing was undoubtedly revealed, if anyone was present, it was estimated that they would be moved, which was considered homesickness for the wanderer.

Dong Shuqiang, who is in love with his parents and children, is even more determined to create a sky in the city, he sorted out his thoughts and started his dream business again.

The next day, snowflakes fell from the sky in the sky, although they added a beautiful scenery to this cold winter, but soon disappeared invisibly, leaving no trace of nostalgia to come and go in a hurry.

The cold can't stop people from seeking money, the bridge is still so lively, no one is late, only busy leaving the figure, Dong Shuqiang and Lao Chen stick to their posts as usual,

Before the destined person who bought his labor force appeared, Dong Shuqiang's mobile phone remembered.