"What about you? What's your name?"

When Fang Huaian was silent, Song Yiqing asked.

Fang Huaian: "..."

"Can't say?" Song Yiqing raised her eyebrows.

Fang Huaian looked at Song Yiqing: "Feng Xiaodao."

Huang Mao said from the side: "My name is Huang Guoli, and I live next door. My grandparents are very familiar with you, and I heard them mention that you were a doctor, so I brought my friend to you."

"Let's go after the bandage is done!" Song Yiqing said calmly.

Huang Guoli looked around and asked, "Where is your man?"

"not at home."

Huang Guoli and Fang Huaian left.

Song Yiqing looked at the IOU in her hand, threw it into the cabinet and put it away.

Huang Guoli didn't dare to take Fang Huaian home, fearing to scare his grandparents, so he took him downstairs directly.

Huang Guoli had no parents since he was a child, and was raised by his grandparents. He did not study well and often fooled around with others. His grandparents could not control him, so they simply left him to fend for himself and never took care of him again.

They said they didn't care about him, but the two old men would still prepare food for him every time he went home, but they would often look at him worriedly and worry about him.

Huang Guoli collects protection money outside, but compared with other local gangsters, he is relatively soft-hearted. At least he has no murder cases in his hands, and he will turn a blind eye when he meets a poor old man.

"We came at the right time today. That doctor is really awesome. Brother Feng, Scarface hurt you so much, and you just let him go?"

Song Yiqing opened the store as usual.

Today's patients generally don't trust traditional Chinese medicine when they go to hospitals. Plus, she is a young woman who runs a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Even if a patient comes in, she won't be allowed to see him and will just leave.

She opens the shop at 8:30 am every day, picks up Fang Jinnian from school at 5:30 pm, and then spends time with mother and son.

"Ouch, ouch..." An old woman sat on the ground.

"What's going on?" People around looked around.

"Aunt Wang fell and her feet were very swollen."

Song Yiqing squeezed into the crowd: "Please give way, I am a Chinese medicine doctor, I can give her a look."

The crowd dispersed.

"She's a little girl! She said she is a Chinese medicine doctor. Is she such a young Chinese medicine doctor?"

"It takes many years to study Chinese medicine. I have never seen such a young Chinese medicine doctor. Can this little girl do it?"

Song Yiqing ignored the comments of people around her and knelt down to ask the woman with a painful expression: "Let me help you take a look."

The woman seemed to be an intellectual and was dressed very knowledgeable. She spoke politely: "Thank you, little girl."

Song Yiqing carried a small bag with her, opened the bag and took out a bottle of potion.

She massaged Aunt Wang with potion.

Aunt Wang looked painful at first, but soon she relaxed.

"What kind of medicine is this? I don't feel so painful anymore."

"It's just an ordinary medicine for bruises." Song Yiqing said, "Don't worry, it's just a sprain, not a muscle or bone injury. Just take it back and press it, and the swelling will subside tomorrow, and you'll be back to normal in a few days."

"Thank you. How much does this cost?"

"piece."

Aunt Wang paid.

"Does this thing really look that useful?"

"Aunt Wang is our old neighbor, how can she still lie to us? This lesbian, I will also buy a bottle as a spare."

"Sorry, I don't sell medicine." Song Yiqing refused, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the Song's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic to find me, but I won't sell medicine before seeing the patient."

"You little girl, you don't do any business that comes to your door?"

"I don't sell medicines under normal circumstances. If the patient's condition requires me to dispense medicines, I'll tell you."

Song Yiqing's operation in this way, among other things, made Song's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic famous in the neighborhood.

No matter in which era, gossip is the best advertisement. She does not sell medicine, and because she is young and beautiful, the women gathered together to talk about this matter, and every one of them found it funny.

Of course, this can be regarded as showing his face to the neighbors. If there is an emergency, they will know that there is a place where they can be sent for medical treatment.

Song Yiqing just arrived at the store and saw a man leaning against the door.

When the man saw her coming back, he immediately stood up straight and looked at her with a faint look.

"Are you here to pay back the money?"

Fang Huaian: "..."

"If not, then let's go!" Song Yiqing said coldly.

"I'm here to pay back the money." Fang Huaian said.

Song Yiqing opened the door and said without looking back: "Come in and talk."

Fang Huaian looked at the store.

His activity range is nearby, and he is no stranger to this store. He has passed by it several times. However, he does not dare to get close because he does not want others to find out that this house treats him differently.

"Just put the money on the table."

Fang Huaian put ten dollars on the table.

Song Yiqing glanced at it and said calmly: "It's too much."

"Any more is what I paid in advance, and I will trouble you later."

"Um."

"sorry."

Fang Huaian turned around and walked away.

Song Yiqing lowered her eyes.

The original owner couldn't hear Fang Huaian's words of 'I'm sorry'.

Song Yiqing’s ‘advertising effect’ appeared.

Since helping Aunt Wang, the aunts nearby would come to see her if they had any headaches or fever.

Then, some women with gynecological diseases appeared.

The wonderful thing about Chinese medicine is that you can tell most of the problems by taking your pulse, unlike Western medicine, which can only find out the specific cause by cutting yourself open.

Not to mention, after treating several women, I finally made a profit every month and was no longer losing money.

"Xiao Qing," Zhang Haiyan twisted her waist and walked into the store, "I have been very busy these days, and now I have time to see you. Your store is still open. It's really a hassle. What I told you last time,

What do you think? Let me tell you, if you follow me, it will be at least five thousand a month."

In this era, the richest family in the village only has a savings of 10,000 yuan, but can earn an income of 5,000 yuan a month, which is simply an astronomical figure.

“Is the reception so expensive?”

"It also depends on what kind of reception." Zhang Haiyan approached Song Yiqing, "Let me tell you, we receive all high-ranking officials and rich people. Those rich people are very generous. If they just leave a little to us, then it's okay.

It’s enough for us to enjoy and drink spicy food. Xiaoqing, I’m doing this for your own good and don’t want you to waste your time.”

Song Yiqing looked at Zhang Haiyan.

Zhang Haiyan was horrified by her look.

"What's wrong?"

"You think about me so much. If I reject you again, wouldn't that be disrespectful?"

"You agreed?" Zhang Haiyan's eyes widened, "Really?"

"I'm coming to see you tonight." Song Yiqing said, "You have to let me know about my future work environment so that I can know whether I am suitable for you, right?"
Chapter completed!