It's the first year of junior high school again.

The front door of Yunyang Medical Center is like a city.

There were beggars in ragged clothes and rich people with light coats in BMW clothes.

Of course, these people are all the same in the eyes of the hanging pot boy, they are all patients. And what he had to do was to heal them with all his might, and not take a penny.

Mai Dong and Shi Zhu, as well as the young man in Tsing Yi Yuanzhi, who has been following the hanging pot boy, are all in the front hall to help take care of the patient.

The boy of the hanging pot did not diagnose and treat, and after a patient finished prescribing the medicine, he handed it to Caryophyllus or Maidong, and they took it to the back hall to grab the medicine.

Whether it is pulse diagnosis or medicine, it is all free, whether it is poor or rich.

Of course, Yunyang Medical Center also has an unwritten rule: if it is a poor person, no matter how big or small, he will be treated.

But if it is a rich person, unless it is an incurable disease, it will not be treated.

This ensures that the poor can see a doctor to the greatest extent, and the rich can go to other hospitals to see a doctor, unless they have a disease that ordinary doctors can't cure.

At this time, Banxia's mother-in-law was cooking herbal porridge in the kitchen, which was ordered by Gongzi, in addition to giving people free medical treatment on the first day of each month, she also had to cook some herbal porridge to strengthen the body and ward off the cold, and give it to the poor beggars who came to see the doctor to drink.

Of course, Childe would also drink two bowls at a time, because it was really hard to sit there all day and see a doctor.

Uncle Gegen was in charge of putting the cooked porridge in a large wooden barrel and taking it out the door.

Now there is more saturated ginger ginger, but since the two of them are not suitable to show their heads now, they help in the backyard instead of going to the front hall.

Jiang Jiang helped Banxia's mother-in-law cook porridge, and when she was full, she either chopped firewood or helped Uncle Ge Gen make porridge, and the eldest was busy in the rather low kitchen, which was actually very obstructive. But none of them showed any dissatisfaction, because working with everyone made it very rewarding.

He felt that he was a useful person anymore, unlike before, he was a completely useless waste.

Busy from early morning until dark, everyone was already sweating despite the cold winter days.

Compared to the previous leisurely days, this day was indeed hectic.

"Now that the weather is cold, there are more people who are sick, and Childe is working harder." Mai Dong wiped her sweat, and her face was red like an apple.

"How many more patients are in front of you?" Jiang Jiang asked her, "When will it end?" ”

"There are seven or eight left," Mai Dong said with a long sigh of relief, "and it should be half an hour longer." ”

"Everyone has worked hard enough today," Jiang Jiang said: "It's late tonight, and when the son sees the doctor, we will have a hot shabu-shabu." ”

"I've always wanted to try this thing, and I've heard people say it's delicious." It happened that Shi Zhu came over to grab the medicine, and when he heard Jiang Jiang say this, he hurriedly took the stubble: "You asked me to buy a big one back, but I bought the largest one back." ”

"The hot pot is delicious, and more importantly, it is convenient and lively," Jiang Jiang said with a smile: "Especially when the weather is cold, the hot pot mutton shabu is the most beautiful." ”

"Hey, Miss Jiang turned out to be shabu mutton, why did you prepare such a variety of green vegetables?" Mai Dong asked strangely.

She had seen Jiang Jiang guide the full shaved mutton rolls before, saying that they were used for shabu shabu, so should these green vegetables also be put in it? Does that look good?

"Hot pot can be all-encompassing," Jiang Jiang replied to her with a smile, "Of course, there is this." As he spoke, he pointed to the freshly made tofu.

"This thing looks like meat but not like meat, I don't know what it tastes like." Mai Dong looked at the tofu and was fascinated, the people of the Great Qin Kingdom had only seen soy milk, and they didn't know how to make tofu yet.

"It tastes good, it's just too light." Satiety said quietly on the side.

"Okay, you dare to steal it?!" Mai Dong and Caryophyllum immediately grasped the point.

"I just, I tasted a piece just out of curiosity," said Satie, a little embarrassed, "and didn't eat much." ”

"There are many ways to eat tofu," Jiang Jiang was amused by him: "A good chef can make a banquet with tofu." ”

"Just use this white and soft thing?!" Granny Banxia felt incredible: "Won't you get tired of eating that big table?" ”

"Of course not, tofu should be meat and vegetarian, whether it is cold or hot, soup or dry roast, it has its own merits."

"Oh, I'm patronizing and talking, but I haven't caught the medicine that Childe told me to catch!" Shi Zhu patted his head and hurriedly ran away, and Mai Dong also hurried to the front hall.

Sure enough, more than half an hour passed, and the hanging pot boy was busy, and the whole person was out of strength.

Although he had several layers of sweat on his body on this day, it was not appropriate to take a shower at this time.

So I just changed into clean clothes, washed my hands and face, and went straight to the dining room.

At this time, Jiang Jiang and Banxia's mother-in-law had already put the copper hot pot in place, and the water in the pot was boiling. The table was filled with lamb rolls, vegetables, and sliced tofu, and ginger prepared a flavorful dipping sauce.

"Everyone has worked hard," said the man who hung the pot to the crowd, "and it is late at night, so we have dinner." ”

"Childe, you work harder than us," Banxia's mother-in-law said distressedly: "Every free clinic consumes both mind and physical strength, which is really not easy." ”

"So the hot pot prepared for dinner," Jiang Jiang said with a smile: "This thing can replenish physical strength the fastest, everyone, don't be polite, this mutton is very thin, put it in the pot and turn it over to eat." ”

Except for Jiang Jiang and the hanging pot boy, they have never seen it before. The people of Ling Tiancheng eat mutton boiled mutton, and the whole sheep is boiled in a pot, and it is not good for half an hour.

So every time I eat mutton, I make a big move, it's not a special day, and most people don't eat mutton.

Jiang Jiang saw that they didn't dare, so he smiled and asked the hanging pot boy to demonstrate.

The boy of the hanging pot picked up a chopstick mutton and put it into the hot pot, only two or three times to take it out, when the mutton has changed color, and it tastes the best fresh and tender.

When the others saw that the hanging pot boy had eaten it, they followed suit, and when they took a bite of the hot mutton in their mouths, the people who had worked hard all day immediately admired it with satisfaction.

The boy saw the tofu and asked strangely, "What is this?" Why haven't I seen it before? ”

"It's tofu," Jiang Jiang replied, "You eat it." ”

The boy of the hanging pot picked up a piece of tofu, put it in the hot pot and soaked it, wrapped it in some dipping sauce to eat, and couldn't help but be very surprised: "How can people eat this thing?!" ”

As soon as he said this, Shi Zhu was eating a piece of tofu, and he was so frightened that he quickly spit it out and asked, "Childe, is this thing poisonous?" Why do you say you can't eat it? ”

"Tyrannical Creatures!" The boy who hung the pot said angrily: "Such a good thing, why did you spit it it out?!" ”