Several security guards murmured: Every morning, Chu Nanshan would come to trim the flower fence. Everyone knew that this was Chu Nanshan’s most precious thing.
It's good for Yang Bei. He cut it with a few scissors. Now he still wants to leave?
"The curator is right, stop and don't leave!"
Wang Qiang stepped forward in three steps and grabbed Yang Bei's arm.
But he saw Chu Nanshan walking over quickly while staring at the flowers. As he walked, he said, "Wang Qiang, get out."
"Yes, drive this kid out——"
Um?
Wang Qiang was stunned.
"Director, who are you letting out?"
"you!"
Chu Nanshan became impatient and glared at him.
Wang Qiang trembled with fear and quickly let go of Yang Bei.
I heard Chu Nanshan approaching the flowers, looking carefully up and down, left and right, and finally focused his eyes on Yang Bei: "Young man, did you cut this?"
At this time, Chu Yuelian was also stunned.
Why did the second grandpa's tone sound like he wasn't angry at all?
Yang Bei nodded and smiled: "Hello, old director, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a small gift. If the clouds see the moon, I'll just borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha."
"Hahaha, what a person to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha."
Chu Nanshan was very excited, and his face was full of emotion when he looked at the flowers.
Everyone was also very emotional: Why is it different from what they imagined?
Why is the old curator not angry at all, but still very happy?
He walked around the flower fence and asked, "Did you cut the flowers on it?"
"Yes, Yun Jianyue's finishing touch is right here."
Yang Bei shrugged: "Do you understand?"
His choice of words was respectful, but his words were a bit too conceited.
You, a young man in his early twenties, ask an old curator in his seventies whether he can read or understand flowers - the old curator eats more salt than you eat rice!
People around him will inevitably feel that Yang Bei is too conceited!
But what surprised them was that after the old curator nodded, he shook his head: "I can only understand a little bit. You can cut off the flowers in the upper column and make the flowers in the lower column no longer hazy, but...
"
"Pull the clouds and see the moon."
Yang Bei warned.
The old curator nodded hurriedly, as if he had understood something: "That's right, that's right, that's the finishing touch, the finishing touch! Good boy, I've learned a lesson!"
After saying that, the old curator actually hugged Yang Bei's fists and nodded slightly.
This action can make the hearts of people around him tremble again.
Good guy, Director Chu is also a famous person, and he is very respected from all over the country. When the leaders are sick, they will come to him for medical treatment.
I've never seen him be so polite to anyone.
But now he actually clasped his fists and nodded to a young boy.
Did they get it right?
As Wang Qiang walked out, he rubbed his eyes: "Dear boy, what a ghost!"
Little did they know that Chu Nanshan would plant and prune the flowers every year after the flowers bloom. As one of his few hobbies, Chu Nanshan always wanted to cut out the charm of "keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon".
But year after year, he never succeeded.
Today I was awakened by Yang Bei.
Can you not be excited?
Yang Bei didn't take it seriously. After being rescued five years ago, he lost his memory. And the emptiness of a person without memory must be filled with other things.
So in the past five years, in addition to treating diseases and studying medicine, he had read almost all of the old man's book collection.
He knows some tricks and tricks.
Flower arranging is one of them.
Besides, the old man also liked arranging flowers and planted several rows next to the thatched house.
Yang Bei smiled and shook his head: "It's just a little skill in flower arrangement. In fact, I prefer destroying flowers, cough cough cough."
"These are just these little tricks. I've been thinking about them for so many years. Little sir, let's go in and chat? I heard that my Yue Lian accidentally bumped into you? Are you okay?"
"It's a little scratched, it's okay."
Yang Bei did not refuse Chu Nanshan's invitation and walked towards the inner courtyard together. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn to look at Wang Qiang, smiled and shook his head.
It seems to be saying: Look, if you don’t believe me when I say I’m a gift, are you being slapped in the face?
Wang Qiang's eyes twitched fiercely. When had he ever been slapped in the face like this by a little beggar?
It's simply a shame.
Especially the way Chu Yuelian looked at Yang Bei made him even more jealous: Chu Yuelian was looking at Yang Bei's back, looking stupidly motionless.
She has seen too many young talents, some rich and some powerful.
Yang Bei is different - he has real talent and learning.
Such people are also very attractive and look much more handsome than those young men and young masters.
When Chu Yuelian thought of this, a blush appeared on her jade face. She quickly rubbed her face and caught up: "Hey, Yang Bei, let me give you some topical medicine first."
In the blink of an eye, there were only a few security guards left in the outer courtyard.
They looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little dumbfounded: What is this?
On the other hand, Yang Bei and Chu Nanshan chatted about flower arrangement for a while, and the latter said with a smile: "I have learned a lesson, I have learned a lesson. I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age."
"I just read more books, I'm so impressed."
When people were polite to him, Yang Bei was also polite to others.
Chu Nanshan shook his head: "Real talent and practical learning are true talents and practical learning. You are amazing. I heard Yue Lian say, do you want to be a medicine boy?"
"Eating for a living."
Yang Bei shrugged: "I don't have much talent, I just know a little bit about Chinese medicine."
"Really? I heard that you were the one who helped Yue Lian determine whether the Jiazi mountain ginseng is authentic or not. You must have good eyesight. Yue Lian, besides the medicine boy, don't we also need a medicine man at the counter? Let Yang Bei do it."
"That's what I was thinking too."
Chu Yuelian nodded and introduced with a smile: "The medicine boy must first learn to recognize medicine and is mainly responsible for purchasing. The medicine boy is the one who takes medicine for patients and weighs it. His salary is higher than that of the medicine boy. The basic salary is three thousand.
Food and accommodation are included, and if you want to live outside, there is a monthly rental subsidy of 300 yuan."
Three thousand is not much, and it is absolutely impossible to support seven wives with this amount of money.
But Yang Bei didn't plan to work for too long.
After all, one month later, after Shen Hongyan was cured of her illness, he took office as the son-in-law of the Shen family.
After he has a little rich woman, will he still be afraid of running out of money?
So Yang Bei thought about it and nodded in agreement.
After signing a labor contract, Chu Yuelian specially found some clothes for him to change into, and then introduced him to the next position.
After that, Yang Bei went to the front desk of the pharmacy and began his boring life of prescribing medicine.
There are also two medicine practitioners, one named Li Zhu and the other Er Niu. They are both from nearby villages. They have been apprentices in medical clinics since they were young. They did not have the talent to study medicine, so they came to practice medicine.
The three of them took turns on duty and used the unused ward at the back as their dormitory at night.
During breaks, we gather together to smoke and brag.
Although Yang Bei is new here and doesn't smoke, Chu Yuelian sent it to him personally and asked them to take good care of him.
Zhu and Zhu regarded him as their junior brother.
That day, Yang Bei and Li Zhu were resting. Wang Qiang came over and said to them, "You two are free, right? Just you, Yang Bei, pack up and pick out some medicine, and go out with me to go barefoot."
Barefoot is also called free medical practice.
Just go to free clinics for poor people, free of charge.
Old doctors used to have this kind of activity in the past, but with the popularization of modern medicine and the standardization of hospitals, few medical clinics maintain this tradition.
Nanshan Medical Center is an exception.
As the inaugurated doctor of the hospital, Wang Qiang goes to a nearby village once a month to conduct free clinics.
After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he left, and Yang Bei started to clean up.
Li Zhu looked at him and was a little puzzled: "Doctor Wang, why do you have to be a newcomer and follow me barefoot? Yang Bei, have you ever offended Dr. Wang?"
"That's right. When I first came here, I had some trouble with him."
"ah?"
Li Zhu was shocked: "Then you have to be careful, Wang Qiang is famous for his narrow-mindedness!"