The taxi that Phoenix Girl was riding in was still there, and the three of them returned to the city together.
The taxi driver saw Phoenix Girl's majesty throughout the entire journey.
Driving is always scary and cautious.
It took Zhou Yulan a long time to adjust her mood.
Qin Fan was a little worried because he was worried that Phoenix Girl's boldness might cause Zhou Yulan to misunderstand.
Fortunately, Phoenix Girl didn't do anything unusual.
Instead, he started talking to Zhou Yulan, which made him feel relieved.
The next day, the three of them took a flight back to Linhai together.
On the other side, what happened at the expo soon spread to the capital.
Quan Fang immediately reported this information to Jiang Shiwen.
After hearing this, she smiled slightly, just like watching a child playing house.
"This kid is quite capable, Quan Fang, go ahead as planned."
"I will discuss the rest with Yingsi. In today's era, good wine is afraid of deep alleys."
"Madam, will the Li family girl use her connections?"
After Jiang Shiwen heard this, he shook his head slightly.
"The Li family has a strict family tradition, and their status is special. Those connections are almost non-existent in their hands."
"Keep your balance and create trouble. The main purpose is to tie you up. I don't want to kill too much as a last resort. After all, he..."
"Yes, ma'am."
"How's it going, old man?"
"Nothing unusual. I still plant flowers, exercise, and listen to books every day."
"Quan Fang, prepare a copy of his favorite xiaolongbao for the old man, and accompany me to visit his old man tomorrow morning."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Call Zhiwen together."
The flight from Yunyang to Linhai arrived in less than two hours.
It was Xiaowen who drove his Mercedes-Benz to pick him up at the airport.
Zhou Yulan hurried to Dingli Company, and the others returned to Bian Que Medical Clinic.
Qin Fan originally wanted to arrange for Phoenix Girl to go to Dingli Company, but her education level was too low.
Unfortunately, I had no choice but to place him in a medical clinic.
Qin Fan planned to let her familiarize herself with various Chinese herbal medicines with Han Ling.
Before the car reached the hospital, they saw a crowd gathering in front of the hospital.
There was a man in his forties, dressed as a migrant worker. He was depressed, his face looked very bad, and he kept rubbing his temples with his hands.
He was supported by two young men.
"What is Bianque Medical Clinic? We came here because of its reputation, but it turned out that we couldn't even cure a minor cold."
"Not only have the symptoms not eased, they are now becoming more and more serious."
"My head felt like it was going to explode, and I couldn't even walk."
The three of them complained to the inquiring people, and they were so excited that they almost demolished the medical center.
Han Peirong was also present because he was the patient he had personally treated a few days ago.
"Uncle, don't get excited yet. Did you fail to take the medicine according to Mr. Han's instructions?" a young woman in the crowd asked.
"No, I take my medicine on time and never delay."
"Young man, we all get medical treatment here and there has always been no problem. I think you may have made a mistake there."
"Mr. Han and Mr. Qin have treated many difficult and complicated diseases. How could they misdiagnose colds?"
The old man in the neighborhood didn't believe it even more.
"Old man, I'm like this now, can I tell a lie?"
The middle-aged man kept rubbing his temples with his hands. He was indeed in pain. It would be an exaggeration to describe it as having a splitting headache.
The crowd of people watching were all talking about what you said and what I said.
Han Peirong explained patiently: "Brother, don't be anxious."
"The medicine I prescribed for you is light in dose. Generally, if you take it several times in a row, your symptoms will be greatly reduced."
"After taking two doses, you should be cured, but it will definitely not make your condition worse."
"You said that you are far away and it would be troublesome to travel back and forth by car. I gave you the prescription. You have to take the medicine according to the prescription."
"Even if you take the medicine according to the prescription, the prescription is still here."
The noise here successfully attracted Wang Mingliang, Han Zhi, Wei Hongbin and others from the medical clinic opposite.
These three people are eager for something to happen to Bian Que Medical Clinic.
Everyone came out to watch the fun, and if things got serious, they might be able to take the opportunity to add some firewood.
At this moment, someone saw Qin Fan and Xiaowen coming back.
"Mr. Qin is back. Let Mr. Qin take a look."
"Don't be anxious, things will come to light. Let the little miracle doctor take a look."
Everyone moved out of the way.
"Uncle Han, what happened?" Qin Fan asked.
Han Peirong narrated the incident.
It turned out that the man came to see a doctor a few days ago. He stated that he had been ill for a week, had a constant headache, was afraid of colds, had some fever, and had a slight cough.
Han Peirong was diagnosed with wind-heat headache and treated it with Xia Sangju and others.
Because the man was too far away from the hospital and the transportation was inconvenient, he even took the prescription with him.
I came to my door today and made a fuss, saying that not only did I not get relief, but my condition worsened.
After hearing this, Qin Fan took the prescription from the man's hand.
He considered it carefully and found that the prescription given by Han Peirong was not wrong.
He took a look just now.
The middle-aged man's symptoms are completely consistent with Han Peirong's diagnosis.
"Uncle, don't be anxious. I want to know the whole process. You have to tell me everything."
"You ask, I also want to know what the reason is."
"How did you feel after you took the medicine for the first time and decoction it from our place?"
The middle-aged man thought carefully about it.
"I took the first dose of traditional Chinese medicine back and took it six times. After taking it, my stomach cold, fever, and cough were relieved. My headache also improved, but it was not cured."
"The second time, I took this prescription and went to a nearby place to get some medicine. I stopped for a day before continuing to take the decoction. But not only was it not cured, my headache became more and more severe."
Qin Fan's heart moved, "Uncle, why did you stop for a day before taking it?"
"Oh, a relative of mine told me that decoction of asarum can cure headaches, so I gave it a try."
"But it didn't seem to work. I started taking your prescription again, and I started feeling short of breath, difficulty speaking, and my headache worsened."
After hearing this, Qin Fan and Han Peirong both understood what was going on.
Asarum is thin in shape and pungent in taste. Its nature is good at dispersing, and it is most likely to consume energy and hurt people.
"Uncle, I know where the problem lies." Qin Fan said: "The prescription that Uncle Han gave you is the right medicine for you. There is no problem."
"The problem is the asafoetida you decocted."
"Aren't they all used to treat headaches?" The middle-aged man was confused.
"A single flavor of asarum can really cure headaches."
"But it can only be used to treat headaches caused by wind-cold. You have headaches caused by wind-heat. Taking this asarum will not only not cure the problem, but also aggravate the symptoms."
"So, if you take the prescribed Chinese medicine again, it will naturally have no effect. If you didn't take Asarum midway, you should be cured by now."
"Ah, that's it~"
"Uncle, you went to the doctor for an emergency. What was originally a simple cold turned into something very complicated. You wrongly blamed Mr. Han."
"I just said, how can a little cold trouble Mr. Han?"
The people around said this one after another.
The middle-aged man also realized his mistake and was ashamed. He bowed to Han Peirong in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, it was my fault and I wrongly blamed you."
"It doesn't matter. You should listen to the doctor next time. Sometimes folk remedies are very effective, but you have to take them according to the cause of the disease. It's better to ask Uncle Han to write a new prescription for you."
"It's okay, everyone should go back."
Only then did the crowd of onlookers disperse.
Wang Mingliang and others in the distance thought there would be a good show, but unexpectedly Qin Fan settled the dispute in just a few words.
They all had no choice but to return to the hospital angrily.
They have been looking for opportunities, how to cause trouble for Bian Que Medical Clinic, and how to take revenge.
It has to be said that Xiao Zhan's hiring of them was a time bomb planted for Bian Que Medical Clinic.
If you are not careful, these three people will jump out and bite people.
Beijing.
A small car stopped in front of the courtyard where Jiang Cheng cultivated himself.
Still in the study room.
"Dad, Zhiwen came to see you today." Jiang Shiwen said to Jiang Cheng with a smile.
"Oh, Zhiwen is here."
Jiang Cheng stopped the brush in his hand.
"Grandpa, I brought you your favorite Xiao Long Bao."
Lu Zhiwen looked like a good boy. Only in front of these elders would he restrain himself a lot.
"Well, just put it over there." Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, "Zhiwen, how are you doing lately?"
"It's not bad. My uncle gave me medical advice and I learned a lot."
Jiang Cheng nodded, expressing relief.
"Grandpa, what words did you write?"
"Come and see if you can recognize it."
Lu Zhiwen leaned over to identify it. It was a piece of cursive script, like flowing clouds and flowing water, with vigorous and powerful pen and ink.