In early autumn, the wind is already cool.

Zuo Li wore a pair of soft sweatpants, shirtless, and sat cross-legged on a wide futon on the floor of the living room, meditating with his eyes closed.

He had already entered a state of meditation, did not feel cold, and his hands did not form Dharma seals in front of his lower abdomen like other qigong practitioners, but hung down in two wooden basins on his sides. In the basin is milky white sheep's milk, floating with some pieces of Chinese medicine and rose petals.

Both hands soaked in milk, submerged until the wrists, flickering.

Finally, Zuo Li slowly exhaled, opened his starry eyes, and slowly lifted his two hands upside down from the sheep milk wood basin, and the goat milk fell on the water with a small splash.

With a slight movement of his hands, he drew two arcs, like willows swinging in the breeze, and gently landed on a soft snow-white towel in the black and gold-painted tray in front of him.

The snow white of the towel does not seem to be as clean as his hands. The fingers are slender and delicate, even if it is a top hand model woman, a pair of soft wattles is nothing more than that.

Pick up a snow-white towel, gently wipe the milk off your hands, and place the towel on the right side of your body.

He propped his hands on the floor with five fingers spread out, and used ten fingers to prop up the ground. The fingers of his right hand rested on a soft towel that was stacked on the ground.

Then, he did a floor exercise with a slow-rise handstand, hanging upside down in the air, almost vertically, with his toes gently leaning against the back wall to help keep his body hanging and balanced.

Immediately after, he pushed his left hand to the ground and leaned closer to the side of his body, leaving only five fingers of his right hand to support the entire upside-down body.

After holding on to the tea for a while, my feet slowly landed and I stood up.

One hour of meditation every morning is a compulsory course for Zuo Li. This was taught by Yang Tianbao, the master of the country's famous old Chinese medicine practitioner, and his cultivation since he was a child can allow him to have a keener perception when looking, hearing, asking, cutting, and combining the four diagnoses, and he can better perceive whether he is deqi during meridian acupuncture.

Although he was nicknamed a demon by his master Yang Tianbao and his sister Yang Qiong, he still went his own way, and also insisted on it for more than ten years, soaking his hands to be clean and delicate, which is comparable to the most delicate stamens.

It's just that these petal-like delicate fingers have super strength under the exercise of hanging down since childhood.

Zuo Li took out a piece of Sup from the closet

EME light blue dark striped denim shirt and a pair of stretch jeans of the same brand color, the knee is white, and the hem of the shirt is tucked into the pants after wearing. Outside put on a jacket of the same brand printed with various weird patterns, a pair of high-top sneakers,

I cleaned up the house, put my hands in my pockets and went out of the house.

I took the elevator to the low-rise parking garage, got into my second-hand open-top jeep, took out a pair of toad sunglasses and put them on. Ignition, the exhaust pipe shook suddenly, the gear stepped on the accelerator and loosened the clutch, and a gust of wind drove out of the parking garage and went straight to the Third People's Hospital of the city.

Today is Zuo Li's first day at work.

Zuo Li graduated from a famous university of traditional Chinese medicine in China, graduated with a master's degree in both bachelor's and master's degrees, and is also a disciple of Yang Tianbao, a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in China. His father is a professor of polymer chemistry at a prestigious university in the United States, and his mother is a professor of genetic biology at the same university.

His family background is good, if he wants, he can open a private Chinese medicine clinic, or go to Master's Tianbao Hospital to work, but he was admitted to the city's No. 3 Hospital, a third-class public hospital.

He came to the hospital parking lot, parked his second-hand convertible jeep, took off his sunglasses and threw them in the passenger box, got out of the car, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and strode towards the hospital inpatient building.

The cold wind was a little biting, and his shirt was torn open several buttons, but in order to protect a pair of delicate hands, he usually carried it in his pocket and wrapped it in a soft towel. There is no special need, it does not come into contact with rough things at all, and it does not even allow it to freeze in the cold wind.

Coming to the lobby, there is a wall with profile photos of the hospital's leaders and key medical staff. He stopped to take a closer look, and found a photo of Chang Jianguo, director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, in the corner, with a humble smile on his face.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the face of a big beautiful woman in the second row.

This is a standard beauty billet, with red phoenix eyes, melon seed face, cherry mouth a little bit, skin that is called white, and a smile that is called sweet, if it doesn't appear on the doctor's photo wall in the hospital, it will be mistaken for a makeup photo of a medical-themed film and television starring a well-known movie star.

The most rare thing is that people still have no-makeup photos of clear soup noodles, and there is no trace of makeup at all.

In this era, are there still beauties without makeup who are so beautiful?

Look at the name below, it reads "Chen Tianming, deputy director of the Department of Chest and Pulmonology, M.D., Harvard University, USA." ”

666 Ah!

A string of compliments flew through Zuo Li's head. In his impression, Xueba is often equated with dinosaurs, but he didn't expect that this Harvard University MD, a standard Xueba, turned out to be Bai Fumei.

He took the elevator to the floor of the Chinese medicine department of the inpatient department, asked the nurse on duty, and learned that Chang Jianguo, the director of the Chinese medicine department, went to the conference room on the top floor to have a budget meeting.

After hearing that the meeting was about to end, he simply took the elevator to the conference room on the top floor to familiarize himself with the environment.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw the door of the conference room open, and many doctors in white coats came out with an old man in a suit and leather shoes.

His hair is a little gray, his body is a little fat, but his face is full of red light, his face is very serious, he is wearing a neat brand-name suit, and he walks among a group of doctors in white coats, which is very different.

At this moment, he was frowning and talking to a thin old man in a white coat behind him, the old man's hair was gray, nodding and smiling, looking very humble.

Zuo Li looked at the photo wall of hospital leaders, doctors and nurses in the hall downstairs, and recognized this groveling old man at a glance as Chang Jianguo, the director of the Chinese medicine department he was looking for. And the Maitreya Buddha in a very bullish suit surrounded by the stars holding the moon is Gu Zhijie, the president of the Third Hospital.

Left force sideways to the side. A group of people walked in front of him, and they heard Chang Jianguo keep saying: "Okay, dean, our Chinese medicine department must conscientiously study and implement your instructions, strengthen the management of the Chinese medicine department, do a good job in auxiliary treatment, strive to generate income, and strive not to delay the hospital." ”

The doctors escorted the dean to the elevator. Sun Tao, director of the hepatobiliary department, had already come out first and pressed the elevator door, standing outside the door, going in with his hands to block the crack in the door, twisting his face and smiling and waiting for the old dean to enter the elevator.

Gu Zhijie walked into the elevator without squinting, and turned to look at the others.

All the doctors stayed outside the elevator to accompany Xiao Gong, blocking the elevator Sun Tao leaned his upper body into the elevator, pressed the eighth floor where the dean's office was located, and pressed the close button, then retracted his body, and said with a huff in his waist: "Dean go slowly!" ”

Gu Zhijie snorted, still expressionless. The elevator door slammed shut.

The doctors' waists finally straightened and began to laugh, only Chang Jianguo was still habitually hunching his waist.

Zuo Li walked up to him and said, "Director Chang! ”

Chang Jianguo looked back, saw Zuo Li, didn't know him, was a little puzzled, and asked, "Are you ......?" ”

"My name is Zuo Li, I applied for the Chinese medicine department of our hospital, and I have been admitted, and I have been notified to report today."