The old wooden plaque with white moire pattern, with six hairpins in the book [Yunshen Medical Hall], is a handwritten letter from the mother.

Sunset.

The smoke is scattered, and the sun and the moon shake the light.

It also casts a layer of elegant luster on the small medical hall, and the ancient rhyme is long.

Zi Qianmo stood fifty meters in front of the medical hall. A trance-like feeling arose in my heart, as if I saw a gentle woman sitting in the hall of the medical hall, asking about the patient's condition with a gentle smile and diagnosing the pulse.

In the blink of an eye.

The phantom of the gentle woman is gone.

Melt into the haze.

This is the memory of the original owner's heart, a gentle woman, a mother.

Zi Qianmo shook her head, not long after she occupied her body, some of the original owner's obsessions would pop up from time to time, and she couldn't prevent it. However, it can be felt that the original owner really loves her mother.

Before he had time to think about it, his attention was disturbed by an angry shout.

"What a bullshit hospital, it can't even cure my father's illness! will prescribe some useless medicine! ”

Zi Qianmo subconsciously raised his head, and just saw that a young butcher wearing a blue square cloth towel and a pig-killing knife full of oil pinned to his waist kicked off a wooden chair at the entrance of the medical hall that was specially used for patients, and there was a "click".

Next to the young butcher was an old man with a white beard on crutches, with a sallow face.

The old man snuggled up to the young butcher, and the two looked five or six points alike, father and son.

"You, that's you, ugly old woman, you're a quack doctor at all!"

The young butcher was simply angry, pointed to the elderly female doctor in the hospital, and scolded angrily, "My father took the medicine you prescribed for three days, and the poisonous sores on his legs were not only not good, but rotten even worse. You pay! Pay ten times, no, a hundred times the medical bills! ”

The more he spoke, the more heart-wrenching he became.

While scolding, smashing.

even pulled out the pig-killing knife on his waist, and slashed indiscriminately, and the table, chair, teacup, and medicine bottle were shattered to the ground and messed around.

And the elderly female doctor, about forty years old, looked ordinary, with deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and an extremely terrifying flesh-pink scar that ran through her left eye and pulled down to her cheek, no wonder she was called ugly. She was wearing a brown jinghai cloth skirt, and a wooden hairpin like chopsticks was stuck obliquely in her bun, which was extremely simple.

In the face of the young butcher's insults, the female doctor remained silent, just lowered her head, and her two hands, which were as thin as dead branches, were tightly twisted together.

It's like guilt.

Bear it silently.

She didn't refute it because her medical skills were really limited.

"Ugly old woman, I think you just close the door. If you don't have medical skills, what kind of medical clinic do you have? The young butcher's anger was not diminished by the silence of the other man.

Hearing the word "close the door", the older female doctor seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly raised her head: "No! "A pair of cloudy eyes, as if the hole of the soul is burning faintly.

"Oh, you're still doing it."

The young butcher rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the female doctor's collar, and directly left the person in the air, "If I don't subdue you today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Qin!" ”

The hospital didn't have much business in the first place, and the only three remaining guests, seeing this situation, were about to do it, and they were immediately scared away.

At the entrance of the medical hall, a group of people soon gathered to watch the excitement.