"Yes, if there are Chinese patent medicines, it will be much more convenient for us Western medicines to use.

Many hospitals below have reported that it is really difficult for them to prescribe traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions in Western medicine. If there is Chinese patent medicine, it will be much more convenient." Zhao Pengcheng also said with a smile.

"What Director Zhao said makes sense, let's do it! Let's study it together and also produce Chinese patent medicines for treating appendicitis."

In fact, Western medicine is unwilling to prescribe traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions not because they look down on traditional Chinese medicine, but because they have something to do with their habits.

As mentioned before, Chinese doctors are afraid that patients can understand the words they write, while Western doctors are afraid that patients can understand the words they write.

Traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions require doctors to clearly write down the name and weight of each medicinal material when prescribing, which makes them very uncomfortable.

After communicating with Shi Ligui and Zhao Pengcheng for a while, Zhang Yan returned to the outpatient clinic and continued to take the clinic.

Although today is Lantern Festival, they do not have a holiday. Those who should go to work and those who should see a doctor will still see a doctor.

However, there are some differences. In the afternoon, there were a lot fewer people, and by around three o'clock, there were no patients.

Zhang Yan simply announced that he would get off work early and let everyone go home for a holiday.

Zhang Yan rode his bicycle and turned into Qianmao Hutong when he was stopped.

"Boss, listen, I'll tell you something!"

"Dad, what's the matter? You can't go home and talk about it? You're still here to intercept me?" Zhang Yan asked curiously at the mysterious Zhang Fusheng.

"Boss, did you tell your wife what you told you about the show a few years ago?"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yanbao said confused.

"It's just that I continue to go back to work in the antique shop!" Zhang Fu said anxiously.

"Oh! That's the matter!" Zhang Yan took out a box of Chinese cigarettes from his pocket, handed them to Zhang Fusheng, and ordered one himself.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Zhang Fusheng took the cigarette and asked in surprise.

"I always know, but I just suck it very rarely." Zhang Yan took a puff of cigarettes, vomited a cigarette ring and smiled.

"I'm talking to you about the serious business. When do you plan to talk to your wife about mine?" Zhang Fusheng urged him again.

"Dad, why can't you live a peaceful life? Life is so good now, you can enjoy your life well, fishing, walking your dog, walking your bird, etc., isn't it good?" Zhang Yan finally put it to his mouth.

If so, swallow it back.

Some words, which were said from his son, were too hurtful to Zhang Fusheng's self-esteem.

Although, people like Zhang Fusheng have no self-esteem.

However, Zhang Yan was a little worried that Zhang Fusheng would give up.

"Isn't that the same thing? Are you thinking about reducing the burden on you?" Zhang Fusheng smiled awkwardly and said something he didn't believe.

"Dad, Tong Mei and I have a salary of more than 300. Not to mention supporting these people now, even if there are a few more people, there is no problem.

You don’t need to worry about money, you!

Isn’t it good to have a safe old age? Isn’t it good to go to drink tea when I have nothing to do?” Zhang Yan said quietly.

In my heart, I had already made up my mind to give Zhang Fusheng a ruthless one.

Originally, he had been hesitating whether to be so cruel.

However, judging from Zhang Fusheng's current appearance and his complexion, Zhang Yan decided to castrate Zhang Fusheng in order to make him live a few more years.

Time is tonight.

"Dad, don't think too much. If you lack pocket money, tell me that you will be given five dollars a month now. If it is not enough, I will add five dollars to you.

Now it's warmer, you can fish for fishing, it's good to listen to the song." In order to compensate Zhang Fusheng, Zhang Yan decided to double his pocket money.

I just don’t know if Zhang Fusheng still has the intention to spend it after taking this pocket money.

When they got home, Zhang Ping and Zhang An also came back early, and Zhang Ping was busy in the kitchen.

Zhang's mother helped him beside her.

"Mom, it's okay if we have a chef at home? Look, you don't have to work hard anymore, so my second child contracted the kitchen." Zhang Yan said to Zhang's mother with a good bicycle and smiled.

"Okay, okay! The second brother is now promising, and the dishes he cooks are much better than mine." Zhang's mother smiled happily.

Before it was dark, firecrackers were already sounding outside.

After the Lantern Festival, it means that the New Year has passed. The naughty children take advantage of the end of the New Year to start their final madness.

During the Chinese New Year, parents are generally tolerant of their behavior. Once the Chinese New Year has passed, they will be beaten up if they dare to do it randomly, with a belt stir-fried meat, a feather duster and a cold skin, and greet them hard.

The same is true for Xiao Luobu Tou and others. While setting a small whip, they were looking forward to darkness.

After dark, you can release the flowers.

Chihua is a kind of fireworks of this era.ωωw..net

The shell made of mud looks a bit like a steamed bun. Gunpowder is placed inside, and after lit, sparks will be emitted.

Fire tree and silver flowers describe this kind of slutty flower.

Not long after Zhang Yan came back, Xiao Luobo asked twice, "Brother-in-law, when will we start to put flowers on?"

"It's not dark yet!"

Little Radish head was looking forward to darkness and asked his friends to come and see the flower.

After a while, Zhang Ping cooked four dishes and served them.

"Dad, today is the holiday. I will have some drinks with you and relax!" Zhang Yan carried out a box of Moutai from the study.

"You still have Maotai hidden?" Zhang Fusheng looked at the Maotai that Zhang Yan carried out in surprise.

This is a good wine. Last time I drank it, because there were too many people, he got a glass and didn't get enough of it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan brought out a box today.

This time, I can drink it happily.

Zhang Fusheng didn't wait for the dishes to be served, and asked Zhang Yan and Zhang An to serve them, and started drinking first.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything else, and followed him very much.

I started drinking with Zhang Fusheng.

The three of you started drinking one cup by one.

After a while, Zhang Ping fryed several more dishes and served them one after another.

After Zhang Ping finished stir-frying all the dishes, Zhang Ping also made it on the table and everyone continued to drink.

Zhang Ping and Zhang An didn’t know what Zhang Yan was going to do today, but they just felt something was wrong.

Usually, Zhang Fusheng would stop him if he wanted to drink one more drink.

Today is good. Not only did I not stop me, but I also kept urging me to drink.

Zhang Ping cooked two dishes, one was on the table of Zhang Yan and the others, the other was Tong Mei, Zhang’s mother and children, and the other was on the table.

The masters exchanged cups and then Zhang Fusheng drank about a pound of wine after a while.

With a pound of wine, Zhang Fusheng has reached his limit.

In the past, he only drank about half a pound, and at most seven or eight taels of wine. Today he drank a full pound.
Chapter completed!