Chapter 71 I don’t know you anymore

Author: Unnamed.

Moonlight

Chapter 71 I don’t know you anymore

I continued to pass by patients who were holding prescriptions but still had question marks on their faces. The seats waiting in line were moved forward several times. There were still two seats in front of me. It looked like it would be my turn in ten or eight minutes.

It's time for the father and daughter.

At this time, the store door rang, and two young men walked in.

This pharmacy is in a good location, close to the main street of the county, and only one road away from the bus station. It has a large passenger flow, and customers come and go frequently.

During the time we entered the store, we roughly estimated that there were no less than a dozen groups of people, some simply buying medicine and some seeking medical consultation. The former came and left immediately, while the latter sat down and waited in line.

The store door is opened and closed, and will be pushed open once every one and a half minutes on average. The employees in the store have become accustomed to such sounds, and it is almost as if they heard them and did not even hear them.

As a lifter, you should do whatever you need to do.

On the other hand, customers who were waiting for consultations or medicines had nothing to do, and they would glance over at me, just to pass the time.

But this was just my initial thought. As the door rang again and again, more and more people came in and out, and the novelty gradually faded away. Apart from looking at a strange face, I really couldn’t see anything else, so my curiosity was just that.

It became boring.

When there was another noise, they would just follow the store employees and no longer have the desire to watch, and just sit there in a daze.

Zhao Wenduo, like these people, went through the initial novelty stage and stopped looking over there after looking at the door twice.

On the other hand, Zhao Mingyu was very patient and kept turning around when the door rang. Even if he only looked at it for two seconds, he still had to take a look to feel at ease.

The father and daughter were sitting side by side, Zhao Mingyu was on the right, Zhao Wenduo was on the left, and the direction of the store door was on the left. As soon as Zhao Mingyu turned his head, Zhao Wenduo could see it from the corner of his eye.

It is true that sitting and waiting is too boring. Find something to do and time will pass faster.

She thought that this time Zhao Mingyu would be just like the previous times, just going through the motions with his eyes, turning around when he saw it, and didn't pay too much attention, and didn't even turn his eyes to whether they were looking straight ahead or straight ahead.

One second, two seconds, three seconds——

Hey, why didn't you turn your head?

Zhao Wenduo easily noticed the difference and glanced at Zhao Mingyu intuitively. Seeing that he was looking at him intently, he also looked over there out of curiosity.

About five or six meters away from the door, two young men, one in front and one behind, were walking towards this side.

Both of them were wearing tweed coats. The one in front was light brown, with a round square face and curly hair. His skin color was darker, his back was straight and he walked with a military style.

The one at the back is taller, wearing a black coat, with a slim and tall figure and a cold appearance. He looks like he is walking leisurely, but he is full of majesty that cannot be ignored.

It is often described in ancient novels that the best spies and assassins must have an ordinary face, the kind that cannot be found in a crowd of people for a long time. Only by not being remembered or leaving an impression can they be long-lived.

Staying for a long time is the way to save your life.

The man in black in front of him is destined not to be a top detective. With such an appearance, it is difficult not to remember.

With just one glance, Zhao Wenduo recognized the other person. Xue Yufeng's uncle, the person who had become friends with her since they first met.

As soon as she recognized the person, she heard Zhao Mingyu exclaiming: "This young man is tall, has long legs, a high nose, and a thin mouth. He is really exciting."

Zhao Wenduo: "..."

Everyone likes to look at these beautiful things. There is no distinction between genders. It is not just women’s exclusive right to praise them with their tongues and tongues. Men also do not hesitate to praise them.

Seriously speaking, the two young men who came in were both handsome, but their temperaments were different.

The reason why Zhao Wenduo did not mistake the person and knew who Zhao Mingyu was praising was entirely because of his good judgment.

The two of them walked into the store one after another. The curly man in front walked straight towards the old doctor sitting in the hall. The uncle behind him, Xue Yufeng, walked a little slower and stopped when he reached the waiting area.

The people waiting in this row are only three or four meters away.

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were fixed on the person, where else could he mistake him.

The man's presence was quite strong, and he attracted more than a dozen eyes in the store from the moment he entered. When he stopped standing here, even more people came to look at him.

Zhao Mingyu's praise wasn't loud enough, and several people nearby heard it. Although they didn't say anything with their mouths, they all agreed in their hearts.

The curly-haired man over there started talking to the old doctor, attracting some attention.

"——There is no one like you. You just leave without saying hello. If someone hadn't happened to know that you were here, we would still be wandering around the town."

"What else are you looking for from me?" The old doctor said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you everything? I've prescribed all the prescriptions that should be prescribed. Even if that kid never gets better, there's nothing I can do about it."

The curly-haired man defended: "I didn't say that I haven't felt strong all the time. I got a lot better a while ago, but it just happened again. I just came back to you to check again."

When the old doctor heard this, he felt a little better. A doctor who has been treating patients for so long, but there has been no improvement, suffered a lot of psychological frustration and lost confidence.

He had heard some information beforehand when they came this time. The reason why he agreed to come to the county for treatment was because he wanted to avoid them and not want to be treated any more.

His ancestors had been imperial doctors, and the medical books passed down from the family also recorded many difficult and complicated diseases, some of which had symptoms similar to the boy's. He also prescribed the prescriptions for them one by one.

But the result was very unsatisfactory. The boy's sleep still didn't improve much. He would have nightmares every half month. He couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well. Every time a nightmare struck, he became more and more hopeless.

After a few times, he was at his wits' end and for fear of further delays, he asked them to find someone more capable so that they wouldn't waste time and energy on him.

Unexpectedly, when we arrived at the county, we were still found by them and blocked. Even if we wanted to refuse, we couldn't open our mouths.

"Well, since you have all come here, let's show him again." The old doctor also wanted to know what kind of strong method Curly Man said was Jian Qiang. After watching it for so long, he finally saw Jian Qiang.

It’s effective. If you say you’re not curious, you’d be lying. Which formula actually worked? You need to study it carefully.

"But you have to wait for a while. The people in front of me have waited in line for such a long time. I have to read them all before it is your turn." The old doctor pointed towards the waiting area and motioned for the curly man to go and wait.

At this time, everyone must be equal, with a first-come, first-served basis. You cannot give priority to privileges just because you are an old patient. If you want to see a doctor, you have to queue up. Come one by one, and it depends on whose turn it is.

The curly-haired man didn't respond. He spent a lot of time looking for this old doctor in Qiushui Town, and when he got here, he had to make them wait again. He felt a little unhappy. He was about to speak and deal with the old doctor again, but he heard

Someone has to call him.

"Liang Zhi, come back."

Not far away, Fu Tingkun waved to him and nodded to the side, indicating that this was the waiting area.

The curly-haired man Liang Zhi put his hands in his coat pockets and reluctantly came over.

A row of chairs placed against the wall were already occupied, with only two empty seats left at the end. Liang Zhi sat down, patted the one next to him, and said: "Come on.

, Tingkun, sit down and wait here."

Fu Tingkun only glanced at it and didn't move at all.

Liang Zhiwei was startled for a moment, and was about to ask why he didn't come over to sit, when he saw him quickly move away and sit on the third seat in front.

The entire row of seats is arranged downwards in order, almost like a baton. The person in front gets up and goes to ask for a consultation, and the person behind will automatically move forward one position.

Just as Liang Zhigang sat down, the old doctor saw another one. The first person in line at the waiting area stood up. The second person entered the first seat, the third person entered the second seat, and so on.

analogy.

Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Wenduo, father and daughter, occupied positions two and three respectively. As soon as the people in front came up, they both moved forward and became positions one and two, while those in position four

People will also move forward one level and will become number three.

But before the man could stand up completely, the young man in black who was standing next to him strode over and slapped his butt on the stool, becoming number three.

No. 4: "..." He bowed his waist, with half of his body crossing the center line. He kept this posture and blinked for several times. He wanted to yell: How can you jump in line? But when facing the young man in black,

The light but cold eyes that came up to me immediately made me shudder. He said in a low voice: "Then you, please sit down." He fell back to seat No. 4.

Liang Zhi, who was several people away, also had a look of doubt on his face. There was obviously a place next to him, but this guy went to grab someone else's seat and warned them not to object with his eyes. What did this mean?

If you really don’t want to wait anymore, you can just leave. No one can let Mr. Fu suffer this injustice. Why do you have to fight for a queue? If you want to jump to the front of the queue, then the first one will get up.

His speed could have led him first, he could have been either first or second, but why did he choose seat number three?

Is there something special here? No. 3 is more fragrant than other numbers? I've never heard of it.

Liang Zhi didn't go into detail about why he was puzzled. He only said that Fu Tingkun glared back at No. 4 and finally sat on the throne of No. 3, next to Zhao Wenduo on the No. 2 chair.

People are in high spirits when happy events happen, and they also feel happy when they succeed. A smile appeared on Fu Tingkun's cold face: "Little girl, we meet again. Do you still remember me?"

Of course I remember it. Can people who had a fight still remember it? Zhao Wenduo secretly complained, but did not say anything on his lips. He only glared at the other party with his eyes at the moment when he finished speaking.

He said quickly: "I haven't seen it, I don't remember." Stay away. Although the last sentence was not spoken, the disgust in his eyes was clearly expressed.

This is not the first time she has rejected her. The first time they met, he failed to strike up a conversation. Fu Tingkun, who had experienced this, was mentally prepared and was not repelled by such an attitude at all. Instead, he moved closer to her.

He looked closer, and the smile on his face became more sincere: "It doesn't matter, I just remember it."

Both of them were not good at dialogue. One kept silent while the other chatted to death. The people next to them scratched their heads and wanted to teach these two in frustration that this was not how things were said.

Liang Zhi on the other end had recovered from the state of doubt, and with the same expression as before, he ran over and raised his chin to No. 4: "Hey, brother, give way -"

Without waiting for the other party to react, he just squeezed in and sat down.

Why is it always me who gets hurt? No. 4 pouted in grievance, moved half of his body, gave up half of his seat, shrank his hands and legs, and leaned to the side.

Liang Zhi touched Fu Tingkun with his arm, and said with gossip written all over his face: "I know him, what's his name, and where are he from?" The words were directed at him, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Wenduo next to him.

, I almost didn’t go up and ask directly.

No wonder he is so curious. Who is Fu Tingkun? How can he not know who Fu Tingkun is after knowing him for so long? Not to mention taking the initiative to say hello to people, just responding with two extra sentences is just to give the other person face. In his words, the whole thing is
To be continued...