The clinic was very quiet, and after Shen Ming's cousin left, Zhang Wuxian fell asleep, and he had a dream in a daze, he dreamed that countless patients stepped on the door and were woken up.

"What's going on?".

Zhang Wuxian looked up in surprise and saw a large number of men and women full of excitement, crowded in front of the door.

He was dumbfounded: "These people aren't here to do something, are they?" ”。

At this time, in the crowd, the tall and tall Hu Lai, father and son, opened a one-person passage with their heads held high, and the red-faced old man Hu Delong walked in holding a pennant with "Divine Doctor" written on it.

As soon as he saw Zhang Wuxian, he said happily: "Doctor Zhang, I have sent you a pennant, do you know why I called last time and asked if you were not at home?" ”。

Hu Delong's pretense of mystery is actually self-evident.

"Why?" But Zhang Wuxian asked casually, and after thinking about it carefully, there is indeed such a thing.

At that time, the business of his clinic was very bad, and he called to ask why the people from Hujia Village did not come for treatment, but Hu Delong did not reply but made him feel strange.

"Is that so.....".

Hu Delong handed the pennant to his son next to him and asked him to hang it on the wall, and then explained with a smile.

Here's the thing, after Hu Delong's condition recovered, the family thought about how to thank Zhang Wuxian, but the family was not very wealthy, and his son was about to graduate from college, which was also the time to talk about it in the countryside.

The youngest daughter is also about to go to college, and it is another expense, although Hu Delong's illness has not been cured over the years, but it has also cost a lot of money over the years, and now it is really no money to repay the money.

So what to do?

Such a great favor cannot be repaid, and if it is passed on, their family will not walk with their heads down when they go out in the future.

At this time, Hu Delong had noticed.

He estimated that because of his own affairs, it might have brought a bad impact to Zhang Wuxian, and he also paid attention to his reputation when he opened a commissary this year, so he was ready to send a pennant to Zhang Wuxian and make the "Jishi Clinic" famous.

It's a good idea, and the pennant is easy to do.

But there is one point, this thing must be done lively, in order to attract the attention of others, otherwise no one will come to see it at that time, wouldn't it be in vain?

Hu Delong thought about it and thought about it, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he remembered that whenever the village was repairing the genealogy, he would invite the opera troupe to sing, and at that time, the neighborhood, even the next village, could also attract a large number of people to come and see, so it was not lively.

Because of this inspiration, he thought of inviting an opera troupe to come over and sing on stage, but after asking the price, it was a lot, and there was no way, this idea could only be stillborn.

Hu Delong wanted to simply retreat to the second, the troupe didn't have it, so he himself shouted at the whole team, this can always attract people, right?

If you think of it, you can do it, ask the people in the village, not to mention many aunts, uncles and old ladies, first, they are idle, and secondly, they feel that this thing is very strange, and they also want to see the miracle doctor who praises the heavens in Lao Hu's mouth, so he readily agreed.

Hu Delong was so happy that he couldn't wait to hug people when he saw him, he served as the commander-in-chief, and he also deliberately found his granddaughter who was in high school to write lines.

It's all very formal.

After the lines were written, I found someone to buy standard clothes, musical instruments, flutes and drums, everything was arranged, and I began to call people to come over for rehearsals.

These aunts, uncles, and ladies basically haven't read a book, and they don't know a single big character, and Hu Delong actually doesn't know a few words, and he hired his granddaughter to be a literacy teacher.

In those days, these aunts, uncles, and old ladies were idle anyway, and they were serious about learning, and there was an aunt who had amazing comprehension, and she learned to write her name in just one day, and other people were envious and secretly picked their thumbs.

It can be imagined how high-spirited this aunt is, and she danced Yangge on the spot to cheer up.

However, at this rate, a line is more than a dozen words long, how many years can Ma Yue learn it? Feeling that it was not the way to go, Hu Delong asked his granddaughter to teach them rote memorization.

But these aunts and uncles are old, and their memory is not good, so it took them four or five days to memorize a sentence, and the pronunciation is not clear.

At this moment, Hu Delong looked at his granddaughter, he was shocked, there were so many books in the room, and the thieves were amazing.

He also gave a thumbs up.

That's it, until today, these aunts, uncles and old ladies have vaguely memorized a few sentences, and come to the prosperous commercial street to shout, originally thinking that it is neat and uniform, so catchy, even if it is not in tune, it is necessary to use momentum to calm people.

Unexpectedly, one by one, the remnants are uneven, and the noise is constant.

Among them, there is an uncle who is a, just seven or eight words in one sentence, and he has pulled no less than four or five dialects for you, and he is still striding up there after speaking, feeling good about himself.

This is also the reason why Shen Ming is not far from them, and he hasn't heard it clearly, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a big joke.

As the old saying goes: "In the world, no book can be made without coincidence", which is simply a textbook-level example here, and of course, it is also the time for Shen Ming to clean up his own sins by God.

"Dr. Zhang, that's it," Hu Delong said, his mouth was dry, but he was full of energy.

"So that's the case" Zhang Wuxian understood, he looked around and said, "Then are these people called by you?" ”。

Asked this, Hu Delong has not yet answered, at this time an aunt's body is very flexible, with a twist on her waist and a touch of her feet, that posture can win a heavyweight dance competition award.

Before everyone could react, the aunt squeezed into the store, looked at Zhang Wuxian and said in a loud voice: "Auntie, I'm here to see a doctor."

"Yes, we are also here to see a doctor, and the Shen Ming clinic opposite is simply bad."

At this time, everyone interjected, and Zhang Wuwu asked a few words from time to time, and finally understood the general course of what happened just now.

However, he couldn't imagine that such a miraculous thing had happened in his little dream.

The key is that he, the protagonist, is not there, and he doesn't know how the director does it.

However, the most important point is that Zhang Wuxian understands that the truth of his misunderstood and misdiagnosed matter has finally been revealed to the world, and it also means that his reputation has returned.

He was secretly proud, and his heart was indescribably excited.

Next, the clinic was lively, many patients said that they wanted to see a doctor, and what made people laugh and cry was that there was a girl who insisted that her chest hurt, and she didn't want to take the pulse, but let him touch her chest.

There are so many people in the clinic in broad daylight, how embarrassed is Zhang Wuxian, the key is that this girl is not sick at all.

After a lot of kind words, I finally sent the girl away, so that she would not come back to the clinic in a few days, and then she met a lot of strange "patients".

An aunt stood as straight as a green pine, but insisted that she had leg cramps and let Zhang Wuxian take a look, that seriousness, Zhang Wuxian admired it in his heart, and said that your leg cramps, why are you standing so steady?

After a glance, Zhang Wuxian found that in fact, there were at most fifteen or sixteen people in the crowd who really needed to see a doctor, and most of them were not sick at all, and they were purely here to see the excitement.

However, the clinic is really not big, so many people are still queuing outside, and a person who is not sick can't always stand on the field and not do something serious, so he insists that he hurts here and there.

Zhang Wuxian was depressed, these people were all future potential customers of his clinic, and he couldn't be offended, so he could only say kind words and leave one by one.

In the afternoon, there were sixteen or seventeen patients waiting in the small clinic.

Zhang Wuxian looked at them, as if he saw Johnson & Johnson's body fluids beckoning to him, not to mention how beautiful it was.

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