Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man Mo Qingjiang engraved Chapter 011 No. 404 [03] Write a letter of commendation and post it on the bulletin board
Chapter 011 No. 404 [03] Write a letter of commendation and post it on the bulletin board
"Kneel down and serve tea."
Mo Qing's voice was neither soft nor strong, and the tone was deep, but the penetrating power reached straight to the heart.
Full of the majesty of a superior.
Shocking for no reason.
Min Chang's knees suddenly became weak. The moment he leaned forward, he came to his senses and straightened his waist again.
He stared at Mo Qing stubbornly.
"Those who are not from my race will not be treated." Mo Qing folded her legs lazily, her dangling calves swaying slightly. She spoke calmly, "I want your grandpa to live longer, so I offered you this toast."
Tea."
Min Chang was slightly startled, his Adam's apple slipped, and the image of Mo Qing's fingers on his grandfather's wrist flashed in his mind. Then, he thought of his grandfather's praise of Mo Qing's medical skills and the set of acupuncture needles.
Min Chang asked: "Can you really cure my grandfather?"
Mo Qing remained silent and did not express his position, waiting for Min Chang to make a decision.
Min Chang hesitated for a moment, his eyes dim and unclear.
"My great-aunt, please accept my respects from the younger generation Min Chang."
Min Chang made a decision, and the gloom deep in his eyes quickly dissipated. He bent his knees, knelt down in front of Mo Qing, and offered the tea.
He said respectfully: "Grandma, please have tea."
Some people, even if you meet them for the first time, their every move will be convincing.
This is acquired, and "acquired conditions" means that there must be some unknown accumulation behind her.
Min Chang is willing to believe her.
Just because she has the faith of her ancestors from generation to generation.
Mo Qing glanced at him.
Immediately, Mo Qing slowly took the tea, blew it, took a sip, and then put the teacup on the table.
"Get up."
Mo Qing spoke calmly, with a tone that was three parts proud and one part calm, and he had a firm grasp of the superior person's posture.
Min Chang looked at her deeply, pursed his lips and stood up.
"My grandpa——"
Mo Qing stopped him and asked, "Where are the acupuncture needles?"
Looking at the two things "homemade gun" and "acupuncture needle", Mo Qing can conclude one thing - the Min family has always followed the right path, but in Min Chang's generation, it went astray.
"..." Min Chang choked, and after a brief pause, he said bluntly, "I took it to auction. I just gave it away a week ago."
"What's the reason?"
Min Chang's eyelashes drooped slightly: "We need money to support the medical center."
"She's quite good at putting the cart before the horse." Mo Qing twitched the corner of her mouth, and her eyes fell on Min Chang's face, as if some kind of deterrent force was coming over her. She said word by word, "Isn't it more?"
Min Chang hates the feeling of being seen through.
He said: "My father took out the medical clinic as a mortgage and must pay back a large amount of money."
Although he was instilled with the concept that "the mission of existence is Mo Qing" since childhood, Min Chang was not brainwashed by this and never took medical clinics and acupuncture needles seriously.
However, Grandpa hoped that the medical center would always be there, so he tried to find a way to run the medical center.
Nowadays, money is needed to maintain the medical center, plus the expenses for grandpa's medical treatment... Instead of waiting for an "ancestor" who doesn't know when to appear and "return the acupuncture needles to their original owners", it is better to use their value to solve urgent needs.
Rubbing his chin with his fingertips, Mo Qing asked: "Your grandfather doesn't know?"
"have no idea."
"OK."
Mo Qing stood up.
She glanced at Min Chang and said, "Go get some pen and ink."
"..."
Who else has that kind of thing?
Finally, Min Chang found a ballpoint pen and scratch paper for Mo Qing to make do with.
Mo Qing has an informal temperament. After all, she has never learned any etiquette, she just tries to imitate others. What's more, she can use both calligraphy and hard pens.
With a stroke of her pen, she left a prescription on the scratch paper.
"Prepare the medicine according to this recipe, one in the morning and one in the evening, simmer over low heat for an hour." Mo Qing held the draft paper between his fingers and handed it to Min Chang.
Min Chang glanced at it but didn't answer.
Mo Qing frowned.
"Can you type on your mobile phone?" Min Chang resisted the urge to tear up the paper. "You have this stupid handwriting, and you won't be able to write it without being immersed in the hospital for thirty or forty years."
Mo Qing didn't say a word, but raised his leg and kicked Min Chang.
Min Chang dodged, but was hit by his toe, which still caused severe pain.
Mo Qing inherited the doctor's problem of sloppy writing of prescriptions, but she didn't have the heart to write another letter to Min Chang. After adding Min Chang's WeChat account, she directly sent an electronic version to Min Chang.
After backing up the prescription, Min Chang asked a few more questions and confirmed that the effect would be visible within a week of taking the medicine, and that if grandpa recovered well in the future, he would be able to go out for activities, and he made a plan in his mind.
Mo Qing also seemed a little more pleasing to the eye.
"Are you a student of the No. 1 High School Affiliated now?" Min Chang asked.
"Um."
"What high school are you studying in?"
"Grade 3, Class 7."
"Oh." Min Chang nodded, "I'm in class three."
"Um?"
Min Chang felt that she didn't understand what he meant, so he explained: "If you encounter problems at school, you can come to me."
"Aren't you inferior to Jiang Qiyi?" Mo Qing was confused.
"..."
Uncle's.
Who is this Jiang Qiyi?
Min Chang, who had half of the information channels in Dongshi City, thought for a long time and couldn't figure out who Jiang Qiyi was.
*
On the third day of school, in an office of the No. 1 High School Affiliated.
"Teacher Song! Teacher Song!" Teacher Li, the head teacher of Class 3, Grade 3, walked in with an angry tone, "You are so outrageous! How can you write a letter of praise to a student who fights like Mo Qing? And it's not possible to write a letter of praise?"
Hang the poster on the bulletin board, aren't you teaching bad students?!"
Song Yiyuan was currently sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and a steaming thermos cup in his hand, looking like a leisurely retired old man.
Seeing the furious Teacher Li, Song Yiyuan said calmly and contentedly: "Your student is brave enough to do what is right, and the whole school will praise him next Monday. My student helped the strong and helped the weak, so he wrote a letter of praise. What's wrong?"
Teacher Li: "..."
What's wrong?!
I see that you don’t want the title of special teacher!
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Although we don’t have special professional titles, we do have letters of commendation~
