"Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This Brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's not bad.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

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"Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.

He sat down and said, "Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine and drink it when you get home. Come over immediately after drinking the medicine at noon tomorrow and I will give you acupuncture."

In Guangzipian's health clinic, Wang Yan gave instructions to the middle-aged male patient in front of him, and then said a few words to the patients behind him, asking them to come back tomorrow.

"Brother Li, I have something to do, so I have to leave today."

This brother Li is his leader, named Li Weiguo. Before he really came here, their conditions were not much different. They both combined Chinese and Western medicine. Chinese medicine was not good, and Western medicine was not good either.

Li Weiguo, who was sitting at the adjacent table, waved his hand generously: "Go, go, it's already past four o'clock, we should leave soon."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, took off his white coat, hung it aside, and greeted Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting on the hospital bed inside, dangling his legs stupidly: "Let's go, Bingkun."

"Ah, okay."

Zhou Bingkun was thinking about how to talk to Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and the others when the time came. He didn't know what to do. Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, he quickly got up and followed him out of the health center.

Wang Yan doesn't own a bicycle. His father used to have one, but it has become worn out after he hasn't ridden it for so many years. If he bought a new one, it would cost one hundred and eighty yuan, not to mention the industrial stamp. He didn't

He can't afford it, but he thinks he doesn't need it. After all, it's not far from the city, and it's not difficult to walk on his legs. As for when he goes to other people's homes for injections, most of the time they come to pick them up. That's fine.

If nothing else, I’m afraid they’ll forget about my family when they get busy, so I want to remind them.
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