Tossing and turning, it wasn't until the second half of the night that He Qingzhi fell asleep.

"Tuk-tuk."

Hearing Su Can's knock on the door, He Qingzhi woke up in shock, and when she looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning of the next day.

"I'm out for something, the egg fried rice is in the pot." Su Can greeted through the door panel, and went downstairs and out of the courtyard door.

He Qingzhi heard that Su Can was far away, so she opened the door, was stunned for a long time, and began to wash. After washing, I went downstairs, and sure enough, half a pot of golden fried rice was exuding a fragrant fragrance.

"Well, who said he was a fool?" He Qingzhi thought while eating, no wonder the old saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Yesterday He Qingzhi got a job, and the company asked her to go for an interview this afternoon, so she was fine this morning. In the past two days, He Qingzhi also felt very tired, so she just took advantage of her free time to rest for a morning.

Su Can's door was just brought, and the key was still hanging on the door lock.

He Qingzhi opened his door and found that there was still nothing in the room. After thinking about it, He Qingzhi brought a blanket and a pillow from her room again, and cleaned up Su Can's bed again.

There were a few dirty clothes piled up in the corner, which Su Can had changed out of last night. He Qingzhi washed the clothes, dried them, then locked the door and went out to buy groceries.

At noon, He Qingzhi cooked several dishes, both meat and vegetarian, but she didn't wait for Su Can to come back. He Qingzhi was like an ancient young woman leaning on the door and looking forward to her return, looking back and forth several times on the road in front of the door, but she didn't see Su Can.

In the past two days, Su Can has cooked a lot, and he eats ready-made. So He Qingzhi cooked a few dishes today and wanted to express her gratitude.

Not only that, but even in He Qingzhi's heart, she is looking forward to such a picture:

When he brought the meal he had made to the table, the man happened to walk in the door, gently hugged his waist, kissed him affectionately on the face, and said, "Wife, it's been ...... hard work." ”

Will Su Can be the hero in that picture? Will you be able to enjoy such a firework bliss?

He Qingzhi shook her head and denied her illusions. Maybe Su Can will have such a life in the future, but he won't have it, he is an outlier.

I had to go to the interview in the afternoon, He Qingzhi couldn't wait any longer, so she hurriedly ate a bowl of rice, put the food in the rice cooker, plugged it in, and adjusted it to keep warm.

The location of the interview is in the clothing hypermarket in the county. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and many businesses are planning holiday promotions.

He Qingzhi's job is to play the role of a person in the suit, handing out flyers on the road to carry out promotions, and a temporary worker of 30 yuan a day, with no commission, no benefits, and no labor contract.

In fact, this simple job does not require an interview at all. Therefore, today's interview is only to explain the details of the work.

After the sales team leader gave a brief introduction to the work requirements, He Qingzhi started work that afternoon.

When He Qingzhi put on the ugly duckling's clothes, she felt that the money was not easy to earn.

In August, the weather in the south is still relatively hot. The thick and heavy coat was worn on the body, and he wrapped himself tightly, and he was drenched in sweat.

But what can you do other than this job? Although the income is not much, it is better than sitting on a mountain and eating nothing. If you stand at the counter as a salesperson, with the terrifying black scar on your face, it is estimated that ghosts will not dare to come to the door, right?

I don't dare to show my face, and shrinking in the trap is also the best choice.

So although it is hard, He Qingzhi still cherishes this job very much. The arrogance and stubbornness in her bones did not allow her to bow to reality.

So He Qingzhi walked to the crowd with a thick stack of leaflets, and shouted a little shyly while handing them out: "Tashan clothing hypermarket, Mid-Autumn Festival big reward." Let's take a look......"

…………

Su Can left the house in the morning and came directly to Lao Hu's medical hall-Almond Hall.

The name of the hospital is quite strange, Lao Hu takes the meaning of "almond forest kernel", but there are often strangers who think of this place as a shop selling almonds.

As soon as Diexian saw Su Can come in, the boss was not happy, and lowered his head and shouted: "Su ...... Teacher Su. ”

"I should call it Master." Lao Hu glared at his daughter very dissatisfied, turned his face, and greeted Su Can with a smile.

Su Can observed the words and looks, and already knew that Diexian was very distrustful of his medical skills, and he didn't care about it at the moment. After greeting Lao Hu, Su Can smiled faintly and said to Diexian: "Diexian, you used to treat people, did you do a medical case?" ”

Diexian nodded: "Yes, every time I see a doctor, I have a record." ”

"Okay, bring me your medical case."

The main hall of Almond Hall is large in size, with a table on each side. Su Can did not avoid Lao Hu, sat down at the table on the west side, and started today's lecture.

Lao Hu also consciously picked up a book and read it intently. As for whether he was really reading a book, it is unknown.

Su Can looked at Diexian's medical case, and said: "This prescription can be used, but the two-flavor medicine of Coptis chinensis magnolia is much less. After the patient stopped taking the drug, did he die within half a month? ”

"Ah......, you, you, how do you know?" Butterfly Fairy was taken aback, and her voice trembled.

Su Can didn't explain, continued to look through the medical case, and pointed to another record: "This patient's nervous tinnitus, there is a tidal sound in the ear, which obviously belongs to excessive liver qi. However, you added Angelica angelica and Angelica sinensis to your prescription and advised the patient to eat more carrots. As a result, people's tinnitus has healed, and now they have kidney stones again, right? ”

"This ...... No way? Butterfly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"You can pay a return visit." Su Can smiled slightly, pushed the phone on the table, and pressed the speakerphone button.

Diexian trembled her hands and dialed the phone: "Hey, Mrs. Chen?" Ah......, I'm the daughter of Dr. Hu of Almond Hall, Diexian. I want to ask, is your tinnitus okay? ”

"Okay, thank you, girl, you are really good at craftsmanship and good skills." An old female voice came from the phone.

"So, how are you feeling lately? Are there any other uncomfortable areas? ”

"Oh, last month I had a little pain in my lower back, I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor took a film and said that there were stones in my kidney. But now it's okay, it's been knocked out with a stone crusher. Thank you girl for your concern......"

"Ah......?" Butterfly Fairy grew her mouth and looked at Su Can with a shocked expression, unable to speak for a long time.

Su Can turned to another page and said, "This liver cancer patient finally developed liver ascites, although it is advanced, it can also be treated. Instead, you suggest that the patient see a Western doctor for surgery plus chemotherapy and radiotherapy. The end result, I think you know by now. ”

"This is a terminal illness, how can it be treated?" Diexian was shocked and confused, "So far, I haven't heard of any country that can treat such a disease." ”

"Terminally ill?" Su Can snorted in his nose, "Who invented the word terminal illness?" Tell you, this word can only appear in the dictionary of quacks. In my opinion, there is no terminal illness in this world, only ...... A doctor who is not a good doctor! ”

The butterfly fairy was stunned on the ground, as if her soul had flown away.

What he meant was to say...... Can any disease be treated?

Lao Hu, who was reading a book, although he didn't raise his head, his shoulders shook obviously, and a thick ancient book in his hand fell on the table with a bang......

PS: It's not easy to write a book for new authors. Ask for recommendations, ask for collections...... Crying and begging!