Meng Jianjun despises this kind of old Chinese medicine the most, the hospital is all Western medicine, Meng Jianjun is naturally too, the average doctor is still very tolerant of Chinese medicine, but he is different, he is most annoyed by others and he mentions Chinese medicine, and Chinese medicine in his eyes is equivalent to feudal superstition.

I have to say that this problem is not only Meng Jianjun, but also Meng Feifei and Li Qingmei, I always feel that what they don't know is garbage, and what they will do is a good thing.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"You are suffering from long-term overwork and malnutrition, which causes a double loss of qi and blood, and excessive loss of vitality, resulting in a decline in body function." The young man opposite Qingyun slowly took his hand away from her wrist, and a pair of glass-colored eyes looked at her faintly through his glasses, as if he was looking at something.

Qingyun came back to his senses, looked at the young man opposite him who was wearing a white suit, rimless glasses, and fashionable in front of him, and said with a suspicious expression: "You have been in the pulse for a long time, and this is the result?" ”

She ran here and queued up for a long time, and that's it? MMP, if it weren't for the reputation of this clinic, she would be here to see him?

The young man's red lips hooked, and his attitude was extremely bad: "Then you go to the hospital!" ”

Qingyun squinted his eyes and looked at him, and the two faced each other like this, and bursts of sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

"Hey, are you still seeing a doctor? If you don't look at it, go away! A big hand stretched out, pushed Qingyun who was occupying the seat away, squeezed it himself, looked at the young man with a smile and said, "Doctor Xiao, I haven't been able to sleep every day recently, and I can't eat during the day, am I terminally ill?" Hurry up and show me it. ”

As he spoke, he put his fat arm on the pillow, and his eyes stared directly at the young man's handsome face, with a look of intoxication.

The young man glanced at Qingyun, put his hand on the fat woman's wrist, and asked, "How long have you been unable to sleep?" ”

"It's been a long time, since I saw you, Dr. Xiao, I can't sleep at night." The fat woman winked at him as she spoke.

Qingyun, who was standing on the side, spit out a "wow".

The fat woman immediately glared at her, like a black-faced rakshasa in a temple.

"What, you, you go on!" Qingyun said and vomited again.

The whole room was instantly filled with a thick smell, and everyone in the room looked at Qingyun angrily, and wanted to scold, but the young man took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket to cover his nose, and said: "It's easier to inhale this smell into your stomach when you talk." ”

Then he walked out of the house.

When everyone heard this, they were cold, and suddenly they rushed out, and only Qingyun was left in the room in the dark, unscrupulous.

"Well, it's finally a lot easier." 26 let out a long sigh of relief, from the moment Qingyun entered the clinic, it felt a strong sense of crisis, and it was so frightened that it hid its body and did not dare to speak.

Just now, I suddenly felt that the sense of crisis disappeared, and it ran out again, looked outside, and was suddenly surprised: "Host, why are you throwing up again?" If you knew you were going to vomit, it was better not to eat, you see how disgusting you vomited! ”

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Qingyun really wanted to get it out and pinch it to death.

"......"26 is helpless, it is telling the truth, why doesn't the host like to listen?

"Little girl, what's the matter with you? How did you vomit like this? The curtain was lifted in the room, and out of it came an old man with gray hair and kind eyes.

Qingyun waved his hand, choked in his throat, and spit it out again.

The old man turned and went into the room, filled a white enamel cup with a glass of water and handed it to her.

Qingyun took it, rinsed his mouth, poured some water and patted his head on his hand, feeling more comfortable, then slowly straightened up and sat on the stool.

When the old man walked over, he was about to take her hand.

Qingyun instinctively shrank and raised his head to look at him vigilantly.

"Don't be afraid, I want to help you take the pulse." The old man didn't mind, just smiled softly at her.

"Are you ......" Qingyun hesitated a little.

"I'm the owner of this clinic." The old man sat down across from her and motioned for her to stretch out.

"You are Grandpa Lu? That is the ...... just now" Qingyun stretched out his hand, recalling the young man who was dressed differently and his mouth was still very poor, and he was a little puzzled.

"That's my grandson, he just came back from abroad recently, and he said that he wanted to learn Chinese medicine with me, so I asked him to help identify the medicinal materials outside and look at the store." Lu Zhengde stroked his beard, smiled and gently put his fingers on his wrist.

Qingyun rolled his eyes, it turned out that he came back from abroad, no wonder he owed so much.

After a while, he picked up a pen and wrote down a prescription, and said kindly: "Child, your body needs to be well maintained, especially for stomach problems, and you must eat on time in the future." I'll give you some medicine, it may be a little hard to drink, but it will help your body a lot, so be sure to take it on time. ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Lu." Qingyun nodded.

Lu Zhengde touched his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and turned to the medicine cabinet to help her grab the medicine.

Qingyun looked at the filth on the ground, a little embarrassed, got up and walked to the door in a hurry, picked up a broom shovel, went to the door and laboriously shoveled some soil to cover it, and swept it hard with a broom.

"Son, sit and rest, it's all right." Lu Zhengde turned around and saw Qingyun cleaning up what he vomited, and persuaded kindly.

"It's okay, Grandpa Lu." Qingyun wiped the sweat on his head, and as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were dark, and the whole person lost consciousness.

Drops of sweat rolled down her forehead, and in a daze, she felt that someone was breaking her mouth, she subconsciously pursed her lips tightly, and the person broke for a while, and then stopped moving, as if giving up.

But for a while, she felt someone help her up against the wall, and the next second she felt that her nose was pinched fiercely, she subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe, but as soon as her mouth opened, a sour and bitter thing poured into her mouth.