On the bustling street, He Yongsheng and Zhang Yan stood side by side in the middle, whispering a few words from time to time, which seemed very mysterious. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Lao Zhang, you tell the truth, how is my brother's architectural design level?" He Yongsheng raised his finger and pointed to the newly built building in front of him, and said proudly.

Zhang Yan really didn't think that he could make anything good out of this immortal product at first, but who knows, when it was completely completed, he was directly attracted by the style of this small house. What was Zhang Yan's previous occupation? He was a fortune teller! If a fortune teller wants to talk about vision, it must be leveraged, so there is nothing to say. Can the building that even Zhang Yan is attracted to be ordinary?

He Yongsheng's show-off, Zhang Yan was too lazy to take care of it, but he still selectively re-examined the building in front of him.

What kind of building is this?

Qingyun Town, even in the entire Jinyuan Country, all the buildings are in a uniform gray tone, and it can be said that gray is the main color of the country's buildings. But the building in front of me has changed the style that people remember, white, and it is full of white colors as far as the eye can see. And I don't know where He Yongsheng's buddy got the materials, the walls are not the rough texture of ordinary houses, but the brilliance is like a mirror, and when you touch it with your hands, it seems that you have touched a piece of fine silk. Of course, He Yongsheng has something to say about this, he said that this material is called gypsum, which is made of quicklime. The program is complicated, but Zhang Yan doesn't care about that.

The door of this house is still ordinary, as long as it is a family with a little status in Qingyun Town, doors of this material abound, originally according to He Yongsheng's idea, he wanted to make this gate transparent, that is, glass, but helplessly the technology in this place can't reach it, even if it can get out of that kind of big glass, but it can't stand to use, it will break when touched, and it will be used as a last resort! At this time, above the gate, the plaque customized by He Yongsheng had been placed on the door frame, but it was not yet the day of the hospital's opening, and the plaque was covered by a red cloth.

After entering the door, you will enter a small examination room. The original site of this clinic is the blacksmith shop, which is not large, only about thirty or forty square meters. Don't look at this room as small, but there are a lot of things in it. The antique wooden seats are neatly arranged in three rows, and there are about a dozen of them. You don't have to guess to know He Yongsheng's idea of putting so many chairs, this is the patient waiting area he made, but whether there will be so many patients, he didn't think much about it. Customized glass counters, special diagnosis and treatment tables, behind the diagnosis and treatment table are rows of neat medical shelves, the shelves are made of metal frames, and the supporting tables on them are filled with glass, and these shelves are still empty for the time being. The way of seeing a doctor in traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, so there are no very modern medical equipment in this room. Of course, He Yongsheng wanted to buy a few more pieces, but the conditions did not allow it! According to his original idea, he had to have a flashlight to take care of the patient's tongue coating or something! However, in the natural economic state, this is all nonsense.

Why do you think there are so many things in the hospital for so long? If you think so, then, this lord, you can go to wash and sleep when you are old.

The original blacksmith shop was so big, it's a fact, and there's nothing wrong with that. But, I didn't see that there was a backyard! The third young master was reluctant to use the backyard before, but under He Yongsheng's persuasion, of course, there may be a little violent element in it, and the third young master still readily agreed to He Yongsheng's request unconditionally!

Entering from the examination room, through a lush path full of plants, you will arrive at another room of about the same size. This room is a bit special because the facilities inside are quite different from the outside one. The front room is bright, but the back room is a little different, and the windows are now blocked by thick cotton curtains, and the contents are completely invisible. Moreover, this room is also expressly forbidden to enter, and if you break in, you will bear the consequences. Of course, Zhang Yan is also a shareholder of service stocks, and this little privilege is still there. He went in, and He Yongsheng explained the things inside to him one by one, but Zhang Yan could only say that his brain couldn't turn around, or it wasn't enough, and he couldn't repeat what He Yongsheng told him about what they were and what they did. So, the reality is that he can't even tell what it is, how can he tell everyone?

As for the other rooms in the backyard, they have a different purpose. Except for one that was taken out as He Yongsheng and Zhang Yan's bedroom, one was taken out as a warehouse, and one was taken out to make a canteen, the remaining three rooms were transformed into what He Yongsheng said called the ward. Several wards are not the same, some have only one bed, and some have more than a dozen beds. He Yongsheng also called it unfair treatment!

He Yongsheng's hospital may be relatively simple to say, but in that environment and that era, it can be built like this, I have to say that He Yongsheng, who is engaged in traditional Chinese medicine, really has a good minor in architecture.

"Lao He, don't patronize these useless things, it looks very good, the key is when will we open! Moreover, you look at our hospital stall is not too small! Just the two of us, it seems that we can't be busy!" Zhang Yan looked around for a week, but he was still a very sober person. This has been built for a while, He Yongsheng's goods just don't open, he has to wait until the east wind comes to open again, and then it is so neat, it is really waiting for the winter wind.

He Yongsheng smiled, hugged Zhang Yan's shoulders, and said with the posture of a good brother: "My brother Zhang, please be good when you are old!" I said, wait for another ten days, and after ten days, when the east wind is complete, then we will hold the opening ceremony. As for the personnel problem, you think you're standing on the street blowing the cold wind when you come out! I'm asking you to come and help me!"

When Zhang Yan heard He Yongsheng say this, it seemed that this guy had already thought of the personnel problem! In fact, Zhang Yan also said this, although this is a problem, but the problem is not big, otherwise he would not have raised it during this time period. Wealthy, especially powerful families, who don't have dozens or hundreds of slaves, where did they all come from? They didn't buy them yet! According to Zhang Yan's thoughts, their hospital relied on the investment of Lin Jiang and the third young master, and it was not difficult to buy a group of subordinates at all. If you trust the relationship between Tuo Lin Jiang or the third young master, this is even less of a problem. However, looking at He Yongsheng's posture, it doesn't seem to have such a plan!

Does He Yongsheng have this plan? The answer is yes. He has not had, and he will not have this idea, although Lin Jiang and the Third Young Master have said this intentionally or unintentionally before, but although he is now half a person of this era, there is still a part of his mind that is still or can be said to stay in the previous world forever, he does not want to, or even does not want to rely on this way to obtain a group of slaves. His hospital does not need slaves, his hospital accepts people, upright people!

"Here, help me go to the streets and alleys to distribute leaflets!" He Yongsheng didn't know where to pick up a large stack of paper, which was called a leaflet, but compared with these modern leaflets, he was even a piece of scratch paper, plus his words that looked like they had been gouged by chicken paws, saying that it was waste paper, I am afraid that no one would not believe it.

"Flyers, what is this?" Zhang Yan took the stack of leaflets handed over by He Yongsheng, not knowing what this thing was for.

"Why are you so stupid? Forget it, don't worry about it, just go out on the street and hand it to the passers-by, remember, just hand one over to you! Also, you pick up those little girls and boys and hand them over, don't just look for those aunts and uncles, they won't be able to help you even if they come." Do you know?" He Yongsheng patiently arranged a few precautions for Zhang Yan, and then hurriedly ran first.

"This ...... I have to pick up the little girl and the young man to hand it over, what are these things?" Zhang Yan took out one of them sullenly, looked at the contents of the flyer, and it didn't matter when he saw it, his whole face turned black.

'This ...... If this thing is handed to others, people won't come up and beat me, right?" Zhang Yan thought about it, and then looked at He Yongsheng, who had already run away with a stack of leaflets, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and ran away in the opposite direction of He Yongsheng.