Seeing that Zhao Cheng was stunned but not interested, Yang Yuanding thought for a while and said, "Actually, I can also design a wheelchair, but it seems that you can't use it—doesn't it mean that the recovery is good?"

When Zhao Cheng heard this, he finally didn't dare to be silent anymore, and hurriedly shook his head and refused: "No, no, just this simplest crutch." But how does it look different from a normal cane—"

"Oh, this one is more convenient for you. It's easy to put on. The ordinary one is too bulky and easy to slip, you see, the chassis is big, three legs, and it won't slip anyway. You can use it with confidence." When Yang Yuanding talked about his design, he was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that he couldn't wait to help Zhao Cheng get up and try it now.

Zhao Cheng nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, this is good." That's it."

At this moment, he finally saw Yang Yuanding's identity from his similar appearance: "You are the son of Yang County Ling? What's the ranking? How old is it? I've heard that he has some skills, is that your brother or your brother—"

"Is it possible that that's me?" Yang Yuanding grinned, his white teeth were bright, and his expression was humble, but his chest was very tall.

Zhao Chengzai carefully looked at Yang Yuanding several times before accepting: It turns out that this little fat man is Yang Sanlang!

"You're pretty good, then." Zhao Cheng was a little complicated for a while, he never expected to get Yang Sanlang to design a crutch for himself, so he couldn't help but ask, "This is Yang County's order to ask you to help me?"

He thought, if it was really this matter that the Yang County Order did, it would mean that the Yang County Order was quite good at doing things.

After you go back, you can talk to your father, and let your father go back and find a way to give Yang County Ling a little benefit and give the Yang family a little benefit.

As a result, I never expected that the next moment, Yang Yuanding said, "How could my father think of this? This is what Si Jiu asked me to do. Strange, didn't she tell you? She told me about it."

Zhao Cheng has been in the hospital for so many days, and he still knows who Zhang Sijiu is. :

He was dumbfounded, "Can she call you?"

Yang Yuanding corrected him: "How can friends help each other? Moreover, I want to charge you money, design fees, production fees, cost fees, one cannot be missing. There is really no way to reduce the small business."

For such sincere and righteous words, Zhao Cheng didn't know what to say for a while, and finally held back for a long time, but he couldn't help but say something in his heart: "Do you think I seem to be a person who lacks your money?"

With such an identity and such a family background, do you even have to give a crutch to others?

Of course, Zhao Cheng would never say that he really didn't think about money - after all, since he was a child, others gave him things, and none of them mentioned money! It's too late for him to stammer!

Zhao Cheng was a little blocked in his heart.

But looking at Yang Yuanding, there is no way to attack - Yang Sanlang! This is Yang Sanlang, who is highly praised by the officials! I still have to give some face!

However, he still felt that Yang Yuanding was a little willing to degenerate: "How did you become friends with a little girl?"

"You dare to look down on Si Jiu?" Yang Yuanding looked at Zhao Cheng in shock, thinking that Zhao Cheng was crazy: "Have you ever heard of a sentence? Offend anyone, and don't offend the doctor? Aren't you afraid of her?"

If you offend the doctor, you won't die, but when you prescribe medicine, add some coptis or something, isn't it easy?

Or when you stick a needle......

Yang Yuanding looked at Zhao Cheng with pity, feeling that this thing's brain was a little unclear.

"Besides, what is the difference between friends? Si Jiu's medical skills are powerful, and there are few people in the world who can compare to them. It's my pleasure to be friends with her!" Yang Yuanding's attitude was very sincere and resolute: "If anyone can't get along with Si Jiu, they can't get along with me!" Si Jiu and I, that is a fateful friendship!"

That posture gave Zhao Cheng the feeling that if he dared to say a word about Zhang Sijiu again, the next second, Yang Yuanding's fist would fall on his head.

He silently shut up, feeling more and more that he and Yang Yuanding were not all the way: there was something wrong with this person! Stoop!

It just so happened that Yang Yuanding didn't feel the need to say more, so after confirming the style of the crutches again, he went out directly to find Zhang Sijiu.

As soon as he saw Zhang Sijiu, Yang Yuanding lowered his voice: "Go back and prescribe some bitter medicine to this Zhao Cheng." He looks down on you."

Zhang Sijiu looked at Yang Yuanding's puffed up and looked like a toad, and couldn't help but be happy: "Look down on me, why are you angry? Besides, what's so angry about that? Even if he looks down on me again, he still has to seek treatment from us, and he feels even more aggrieved. If he looks down on me, I will not be rich, and if he looks down on me, I will not be poor."

The summary is: Zhao Cheng is just an insignificant person, just ignore it.

Yang Yuanding still refused to let go of Zhao Cheng: "That's not good, he just can't do this. There is no gratitude at all."

"Don't be grateful, just give money." Zhang Sijiu smiled: "As long as the consultation fee and medicine fees are paid, we can make money." Earn money and share dividends, isn't that more than gratitude?"

Yang Yuanding thought about it like this, and immediately felt that it was the same reason.

So he made a wish very neatly: "Then I hope that Zhao Cheng will be injured more in the future and take care of the medical hall business."

This wish is very simple.

But there was also a deep earthquake to Cheng Wanli, who was studying the prescription next to him.

Cheng Wanli answered quietly: "I'd rather put medicine on the shelf to produce dust, but I hope that people in the world are free of diseases."

This is the word that everyone who studies medicine must keep in mind.

Yang Yuanding's words are also true, which is a bit rebellious. If Zhang Sijiu listens-

Zhang Sijiu waved his hand: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are all human things, not what we hope for. Anyway, we are doctors, and we make a living from this, so don't think too lofty. Lao Cheng, you are still a little sober sometimes, we are human beings, not gods. It's just a matter of making some money for conscience, and there's nothing evil about it."

Too much compassion for the sick is sometimes not a good thing.

Otherwise, it will be like Cheng Wanli, who will always become a free clinic, not to mention, but also to paste herbal medicine.

Although this is a personal act, she can't control it, but there are always those who deliberately cry poor to find her, and Cheng Wanli will be soft-hearted again......

Jane Niang is sometimes angry with Cheng Wanli for this.

If you think about it, the money they make is really based on the suffering of the sick. But what about thinking about it? Wouldn't it be more reasonable to earn their money and alleviate or end their suffering?

Professional ethics must be there. But don't be too moral.

As for Zhao Cheng - God wants to punish him, what can he do?

Zhang Sijiu went to Dr. Qi with peace of mind and discussed with him that the price of medicine would be increased a little. There is a little more charge for treatment and care.