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"Let's keep it and see, the wisdom of the ancients can't be practiced like this."

Luo Qinglan said seriously, causing Mo Jianchen to look sideways on the spot.

"Receive."

Luo Qinglan's mind flashed, and she directly incorporated these books, along with the bookshelf, into the Blue Spirit Ice Phoenix Ring.

After all this, the bookstore is already empty.

"Need help?"

Mo Jianchen asked.

"Your handwriting is so good, write me a plaque?"

Luo Qinglan thought of the three words of Ting Lanyuan, so she smiled slyly.

"Okay."

Mo Jianchen is extremely refreshing.

"Then you wait, I'll go buy the empty plaque."

Luo Qinglan looked at the size of the bookstore plaque slightly, and walked away like a gust of wind.

On this Changchun Street, there are shops selling empty plaques.

It is generally made of wood, with a good primer on it, but no inscription.

There are various background colors and shapes and carvings.

Luo Qinglan thought about it, bought a relatively ordinary black-bottom plaque, and just as she was about to leave, she wanted to hang two couplets at the door, so she bought two long strips.

After returning to the bookstore, Luo Qinglan put the three blackboards down and prepared pen and ink for Mo Jianchen.

"If you say that you only write a plaque, what happens if you add an extra couplet?"

Mo Jianchen couldn't cry or laugh.

"I remembered it temporarily!"

Luo Qinglan smiled.

"Okay! What kind of name does Miss Qinglan want to give to the medical center? ”

Mo Jianchen didn't ink, he picked up his sleeve and lifted the pen, and poured pale golden ink.

"Wushuang Medical Hall."

Luo Qinglan thought for a moment.

"Is this still a small medical hall?"

Mo Jianchen tilted his head and asked.

"This girl's medical skills are unparalleled in the world, what's the matter, don't you accept it?"

Luo Qinglan said domineeringly.

"Okay! Musou Medical Center. ”

Mo Jianchen shrugged his shoulders and suddenly turned positive.

With the flow of the pen, the chic characters like dragons flying and phoenixes have appeared on the black-background plaque.

"Awesome."

Luo Qinglan's thumb was up, and she praised endlessly.

"What do you write about Lenovo?"

Mo Jianchen asked again.

The low-alcohol magnetic voice has a mesmerizing charm.

"The magic hand pill heals the world, and the hanging pot helps the world against life and death."

Luo Qinglan groaned slightly, and said.

"Do you want to be so domineering?"

Mo Jianchen was stunned.

This little girl is really speechless and endless.

The name of the Wushuang Medical Center, which means unparalleled in the world, is already quite hateful, where can the general medical center dare to give such a name?

It's good now, even if the name of Luo Qinglan's medical hall is domineering, the couplet is so majestic.

The magic hand is to heal the world, and the hanging pot helps the world against life and death.

Looking at the world, how many doctors can have such confidence?

"If you are told to write, you can write!"

Luo Qinglan said with a smile.

"This king is a little worried, if you can't cure other people's diseases in the future, what if you are beaten?"

Mo Jian Chendao.

"Don't be afraid, the Demon Mansion Evil Lord will come to help me!"

“……”

When Mo Jianchen heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and his heart was like 10,000 fierce tigers rushing by on the spot.

Eventually, though, he put pen to paper.

"One word, handsome."

Luo Qinglan looked at the plaque and couplet, and was extremely satisfied.

"Those are three words, okay?"

"It's the same."

Luo Qinglan smiled happily, and probably cleaned up the clutter in the bookstore, oh no, it should be called the Wushuang Medical Hall now.

Just after the plaque and couplet were dry, Luo Qinglan took off the plaque of the bookstore and hung it up directly.

In an instant, the momentum of the entire store changed.

"Is there anything else you need to serve?"

Mo Jianchen smiled gently, as warm as the sunshine in this winter.