(It should have been updated before going to work in the morning, but the telecom network went down.) Wuzhi called me from eight o'clock, and it was only now that I was restored. This efficiency is really speechless!)

An hour later, Zhao Zhuokai and Chen Wanrong, accompanied by Hu Qiang, left the campus hospital of Yongcheng University. In the consultation room, only Zhang Wenzhong and Lin Ziman were left.

Recalling that in the past hour, Zhao Zhuokai and Chen Wanrong apologized to themselves one after another and expressed their gratitude, Lin Ziman felt a little unreal. It was this couple, who threatened themselves aggressively yesterday afternoon. How is it that this attitude has changed 180 degrees just a day?

Looking at Lin Ziman's confused and puzzled expression, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lin Ziman, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head and said to Zhang Wenzhong: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I really got it by you, and the two of them really came to apologize." Hey, I said, what kind of medicine is sold in this couple's gourd?"

"Maybe they have a conscience. Zhang Wenzhong smiled slightly, and did not tell Lin Ziman the truth.

"Hey, the psychology of rich people is really strange, we ordinary people really can't understand it. Lin Ziman shrugged, and his right hand subconsciously propped himself up on the examination bed behind him, but he suddenly felt that his hand was overwhelming something paper.

"Hey, what is this?" Lin Ziman picked up two bulging envelopes from the examination bed, frowned slightly, a little curious, and a little puzzled: "Hey, this envelope still has your and my names written on it, well, this letter is for you." She handed one of the envelopes into Zhang Wenzhong's hands.

Zhang Wenzhong took it and looked at it, and the words 'Doctor Zhang' were written on the envelope.

The curious Lin Ziman had already opened the envelope at this time, and what was contained inside was a stack of red hundred-yuan bills, roughly counted, at least more than a hundred.

"Good...... That's a lot of money. This...... What's going on?" Lin Ziman, who had just joined the work, had never seen such a scene? Immediately, she became at a loss, and after a while, she calmed down again, and hurriedly said: "This money must have been left by the couple just now, we can't ask for it, we have to return it to them." She hurriedly stuffed the money back into the envelope and chased it out in stride.

Zhang Wenzhong did not follow her, but opened his envelope. Inside this envelope, there was also a stack of hundred-dollar bills. In addition, there is a letter written by Zhao Zhuokai himself.

At the front of this letter, all that was written was a word of thanks to Zhang Wenzhong. At the end of the letter, there is a passage that reads:

"My wife and I are really sorry and guilty for what happened yesterday afternoon. It's hard to express our sincerity just by saying 'I'm sorry'. Therefore, we decided to give Dr. Zhang and Dr. Lin 20,000 yuan each as a sign of sincerity. We know that Dr. Zhang and Dr. Lin are good doctors with medical ethics and will not accept red envelopes. But what I want to say is that the 20,000 yuan is not a red envelope, but a gift of apology for our husband and wife. Although the money is not much, our sincerity is full. I also ask Dr. Zhang and Dr. Lin not to refuse, and to accept this money, so that our husband and wife can also feel a little better. ”

Just when Zhang Wenzhong finished reading the letter, Lin Ziman ran back panting, and the bulging envelope was still in her hand.

"The couple were still walking fast, and when I chased them out of the hospital, they were gone. Lin Ziman took out a wet towel from his pocket, pulled it out, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "Dr. Zhang, what should we do now?"

Zhang Wenzhong folded the letter written by Zhao Zhuokai himself, put it in his pocket, smiled indifferently, and said, "Take it, this money is not a red envelope, but their apology." If you don't take it, they won't be at ease. Well...... Think of it as a good deed. ”

"Collecting money can also be regarded as doing good deeds?" Lin Ziman looked down at the bulging envelope in his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If this can really be regarded as doing good deeds, I really wish I could do a few similar good deeds every day." ”

"Haha......" Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help laughing.

When Zhao Zhuokai and Chen Wanrong came, it was already past four o'clock, and when they left, it was time to get off work, Zhang Wenzhong and Lin Ziman packed up their things and got off work after chatting a few words. When walking out of the hospital, Lin Ziman did not forget to remind Zhang Wenzhong that on Sunday, he must keep his mobile phone on, but he must not turn it off.

After leaving Yongcheng University, Zhang Wenzhong did not go home directly, but took a bus to the Chinese herbal medicine market.

Zhang Wenzhong wanted to speed up his cultivation, in addition to taking decoction every day, he also needed to use some medicinal materials to boil into lotion and soak it, so as to increase the progress of bone refining. Now that he has 20,000 yuan in his pocket, he naturally wants to go shopping.

After walking around the Chinese herbal medicine market, the 20,000 yuan in my pocket was almost spent, in exchange for large bags of Chinese medicinal materials. 20,000 yuan seems to be a lot, but there are not many Chinese medicinal materials that can actually be bought, this is because Zhang Wenzhong did not buy precious medicinal materials, otherwise, the 20,000 yuan in his pocket alone is not enough at all.

On the way home with bags of Chinese medicinal materials, Zhang Wenzhong also used the remaining money to buy a wooden barrel for bathing. This seemingly unreliable thing actually cost him hundreds of dollars.

After returning home, it was already ** o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Wenzhong began to busily boil up the soup for soaking after a simple dinner.

Pots of boiling potion were poured into wooden barrels.

In a matter of moments, a mist rose and filled the room.

Zhang Wenzhong took the porcelain bowl and drank it down, then quickly took off his clothes and pants and got into the barrel.

The hot potion in the wooden barrel immediately enveloped him.

Zhang Wenzhong closed his eyes, endured the intense hot stinging sensation around his body, and began to practice the Heart Sutra of Medicine.

The active ingredients in the decoction entered Zhang Wenzhong's body through the pores. And under the guidance of the trace of true yuan in his body, he began to carve the bones around him, so as to play the effect of refining bones.

The process of carving bones is extremely painful, as if there are countless knives frustrating back and forth on the bones, and this severe pain from the bones is unbearable without great perseverance. Even Zhang Wenzhong clenched his teeth in pain, and the green tendons on his forehead also flare.

Zhang Wenzhong insisted on cultivating all night, and it was not until the sky was bright that he stopped cultivating, got up from the decoction that was already cold, and jumped out of the barrel with a slight leap.

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