Liu Li walked in, followed closely by two young officers in plainclothes.
"When will this be scheduled?"
Liu Li, who is forty-five years old this year, looks five or six years younger than her peers, perhaps because of proper maintenance. She looks like a noble lady.
She stopped, turned her head for a moment and said to an officer surnamed Hu: "Go to the front and have a look. If it doesn't work, just take some money and ask the patients in the queue to let us jump in."
Officer Hu looked around and found that the people who came to see the doctor were all elderly patients, which made him a little sad. But he still walked forward.
After a while, Officer Hu returned to Liu Li and reported back: "Mrs. Li, I asked, but no one is willing to let us jump in line."
"Mom, Mom, it's killing me. Let the doctor take a look at it quickly."
At this time, Li Qinghui's wailing sound came from the car.
When Liu Li heard her son's cry, her heart tightened, so she walked forward to the main hall and saw an old man with white hair and bright eyes taking the pulse of a middle-aged female patient.
"Old sir, I came from afar, can you show my son first, do you know who I am? I am from the Li family in the capital..."
Liu Li stared at the silver-haired old Chinese medicine doctor and said with a proud look on her face.
However, the old Chinese medicine doctor ignored Liu Li. He waited until his pulse was thickened before saying slowly: "I don't care if you are from the Li family or the Wang family, you are still the same sick person when you come here. You have to line up at the back."
Liu Li was speechless by the old Chinese doctor, but after a while she begged the old Chinese doctor again, but the other party ignored her.
After begging the old Chinese medicine doctor to meet him and ignore him, Liu Li glared and really wanted to go up and overturn the table. Having been born in the upper class, she had never experienced such neglect, but in the end she endured it.
Since the old Chinese medicine doctor couldn't do it, Liu Li turned around and took a wad of money from Officer Hu's hand and said, "Which uncle or aunt wants me to join the team? Whoever agrees, this ten thousand yuan belongs to him."
However, until she shouted seven or eight times, no one was willing to let her jump in line. However, an old man with red spots on his face looked at Liu Li and said: "Girl, stop shouting, so what if you have money? You can buy it."
Are you here to be healthy? We all came from afar, traveled more than seven or eight hundred miles, and queued up here at two o'clock in the morning."
"It's better to go to the back and line up. If you don't go, you won't be able to see the disease at night."
"That's right, the people who come here to see doctors are all suffering from difficult and complicated diseases. The hospital is not treating patients well. Do you think anyone will let you jump in line..."
The two patients, one old and one young, said slowly.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Li finally arrived in line. The old Chinese medicine doctor Hu had a look of horror on his face after observing through "looking, smelling, and feeling". Then he calmed down in an instant and said: "Daughter, I can't cure your baby's disease.
What he had was a strange disease. According to ancient medical records, the disease started in the Three Kingdoms period and ended in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and then miraculously disappeared. In other words, this red papule disease disappeared in hundreds of years.
, it’s really puzzling that your son got this disease today.”
Liu Li and Li Qinghui were dumbfounded when they heard this, and it took them a while to react.
"Ah!" Li Qinghui turned pale with fright when he heard that there was no cure, and said eagerly: "Mom, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please help me..."
Liu Li comforted her son and asked hurriedly: "Old sir, how did my son get this disease? What will happen if the disease develops in the end?"
Mr. Hu, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, said: "He will feel the heartache of ants eating his bones, the red pimples will fester and pus will flow, and eventually the wound will not heal and he will die."
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Li Qinghui wailed.
"If Mr. Wu Daozi is here... Sigh! I wonder if there is still Mr. Wu?"
Old Chinese medicine doctor Hu murmured to himself.
Liu Li, who was at a loss, saw that there was hope for treatment, and hurriedly asked: "Mr., can Mr. Wu save my son? Where is he? I will go find him right now..."
The old Chinese medicine doctor Hu said: "This man is a Taoist priest who is both an immortal and a human being. If he were alive, he would be more than 105 years old this year. When I was young, I had an encounter with Mr. Wu. He once practiced in Wei Xiushan."
With the fire of hope rising, Liu Li and her son said goodbye to the old Chinese medicine doctor Hu and left immediately.
The old Chinese medicine practitioner Hu looked at Li Qinghui's back and muttered silently, "You are the one to blame!"
At about 9:30 in the evening, Chen Yang and Zeng Daya walked out of the cafeteria. The two stood at the door, facing the gentle evening breeze, looking at each other and smiling knowingly.
Suddenly, Zeng Daya's pretty face turned red again, she licked her hair by her ears and said, "The cool breeze is blowing tonight, I'll take you to an open place to practice driving."
Chen Yang immediately responded: "I don't want it, let's go!"
After getting in the car, Chen Yang sat in the passenger seat and stared at Zeng Daya, saying: "Sister Ya, really, from now on your pharmaceutical factory will mainly focus on research and development and production of Chinese patent medicines. I guarantee you will make a lot of money."
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Zeng Daya pouted her sexy red lips, thought for a moment and said: "If we produce existing Chinese patent medicines, the market is already saturated and there will be no major development. However, the research and development of new Chinese patent medicines requires a large investment, and it is still
It’s a bottomless pit, I’m afraid I’ll lose all my money by then.”
Chen Yang smiled faintly and said: "Just leave the research and development to me. One person will support a team. Besides, we are relatives. When the time comes, you can give me half of the market price for research and development funds."
Zeng Daya looked at him and smiled, then said seriously: "Boy, how many things do you still have in your stomach? I feel more and more I don't understand you anymore."