Then, Ding Zhe left his home.

On the street corner, he saw Xia Xiucheng driving an old off-road vehicle.

This Xia Xiucheng is a local.

He is a very tough man.

But Ding Zhe knew that he was thick and thin.

I am a newcomer and have a lot of things to look dark.

This guy actually used his unique method to help him get started soon.

That's why he made an exception to promote him from a school-level official to a two-star warrior, and he became his adjutant.

At this moment, after Ding Zhe got into the car, Xia Xiucheng turned around and handed over the two documents to Ding Zhe: "These two documents were sent by the Imperial Capital War Department yesterday. I asked you to supervise them in the near future. You can take a look..."

"Yeah!" Ding Zhe frowned.

Pick up the file and read it.

The first information is a cliché, but it is still the issue of pirates.

Bai Gang urged Ding Zhe to resolve the island problem that plagued Dongshan Province's shipping routes as soon as possible.

"It's not easy..." Ding Zhe put down the file and pinched his forehead with his hands.

Before coming here, he vowed to solve the pirate problem with thunder and egg-pressing force once he moved in.

But after he got here, he realized that it was far from that.

This group of pirates active in the sea outside Dongshan Province is much harder to deal with than Miao Tianqi from Qingfengling.

They actually adopted guerrilla warfare strategies.

There is no way to start playing the game of cat-catching mice on the high seas and the coast guards of the War Department.

The only thing he can do now is to strengthen the walls and clear the fields, tighten the fences, and not give his opponents an opportunity to take advantage of.

As for the complete annihilation, we still have to wait for the opportunity.

Ding Zhe threw the file aside.

Pick up the second portion.

This second copy is new.

It is said that the Martial Arts League held a warrior competition for the Dragon Kingdom and the Ancient Japanese Kingdom in the imperial capital at the end of the year, and asked Ding Zhe what suggestions he had.

"What suggestions can I have?" Ding Zhe threw the second file aside.

"Boss, about this warrior ring competition. Do you want to turn back and write a report for you and hand it over?" Xia Xiucheng asked.

"Well, you can do it." Ding Zhe nodded: "By the way, let's talk about this clinic."

Compared with these clueless things, Ding Zhe prefers the clinic he is about to open.

"Well, this clinic is called Nanshantang, and it has a history of 100 years in Yugang City. It has produced famous doctors in history, but in the past twenty years, it has declined."

"The person who opened the clinic is the fifth generation successor of Nanshantang, named Xue Heng, who is 67 years old this year."

"Take a silly grandson in his twenties in his hospital."

"Some time ago, his stupid grandson was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, and the hospital has issued a critical illness notice."

"The old man is unable to support the clinic and cannot afford the medical expenses of his stupid grandson, so he has to pay the clinic for 25 million yuan, which includes the price of the house."

Xia Xiucheng reported as if he had known each other.

"Okay, if you bring a land deed, it's not much. Go and have a look..." Ding Zhe said, pointing to the road ahead.

"Okay, turn left and you'll arrive." Xia Xiucheng said.

Between talking.

Xia Xiucheng parked the car among a group of antique ancient buildings.

Then, Xia Xiucheng pointed to an old building in the corner and said, "That's Nanshan Hall."

"Let's go and take a look." Ding Zhe nodded.

Then he strides outside Nanshan Hall and stands there and looks up.

This is an antique two-story building.

The whole body is covered with blue bricks and wooden structures.

The blue bricks on the outside and the ancient red lacquered wooden pillars all show its history.

Ding Zhe estimated that with the history of this house, there was absolutely no problem shooting costume dramas.

Shake his head.

Ding Zhe stepped into Nanshan Hall.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that there was also an antique style inside.

The ground is dark and the house is raised very high.

The space is filled with a faint smell of medicine.

Next to an old wooden table, an old man with a gray beard was giving an old man a pulse.

Seeing Ding Zhe come in, the old man looked at him and said, "If you want to see a doctor, go to the front desk to register first. The registration fee is 30 yuan, and then queue up behind..."

The old man's tone was stiff, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

When Xia Xiucheng, who was behind him, hurriedly walked to the old man and said, "Old Xue, this is what I told you. I want to repay Ding Zhe and Ding Ding from your clinic..."

"Um?"

When Xue Heng heard this, he frowned and looked at Ding Zhe carefully.

Not only Xue Heng, but even the old people queuing behind Xue Heng turned around and looked at Ding Zhe.

When everyone saw that Ding Zhe was so young.

Everyone had expressions of incredulity and suspicion on their faces.

"Are you sure he is a miracle doctor?" Xue Heng took back his hand that was taking someone else's pulse, then turned around and continued to look at Ding Zhe.

"Well!"

When Xia Xiucheng heard about Xue Heng’s problem, he didn’t dare to continue.

The reason is very simple.

He actually didn't know much about Ding Zhe.

As for Ding Zhe's intention to open a clinic, he felt that Ding Zhe might be doing something to sell dog meat with the help of sheep.

Maybe, they want to inquire about the news through the clinic.

As for Ding Zhe, he is a miraculous doctor.

But he didn't believe it.

When Xue Heng saw that Xia Xiucheng's expression was even more certain, Ding Zhe was no longer a miracle doctor, so he said, "Haha, I think this little guy hasn't even memorized the most basic soup song of traditional Chinese medicine. He has also come here to pretend.

Miraculous Doctor, my clinic is sold to others to save lives and heal the wounded. If you don’t sell scammers, you can go..."

But when Xue Heng finished speaking, he saw Ding Zhe turning around and looking at him with a smile, and chanting at the same time: "Sijunzi Decoction Zhonghe Yi, Ginseng, Poria, Poria, Licorice, and Liujun, which is better known as Xia Chen, and eliminates phlegm.

Replenish qi and yang deficiency bait!"

"Except for the unique qi of Pinellia, or add fragrant sand to make the stomach cold..."

Next, Ding Zhe began to recite the soup song endlessly.

There are more than 500 soup songs in total, and Ding Zhe has long been memorizing them.

There was really no pause when I gave it.

Xue Heng never dreamed that he could not even recite the soup song, which made him start to recite catchyly.

He was also stunned at the moment.

When Ding Zhe was halfway through memorization, he began to wave his hand: "This soup song is just an apprentice's thing. If you memorize it, it won't explain any problem. It only means that you have a solid foundation and cannot be considered a famous doctor..."

"If you have a disease, come and see this old neighbor..."

Xue Heng said, and stood up and pointed at the old silver-haired man sitting opposite him.

The old man with silver hair was stunned when he saw Xue Heng getting up, and looked at Xue Heng with some confusion: "Doctor Xue, my illness..."

"It's okay, I'm just trying to find out about him and won't let him drug you."

Xue Heng said confidently.

"That's good, that's good..." The old silver-haired man nodded with peace of mind, then turned around and looked at Ding Zhe suspiciously.

On this side, Ding Zhe smiled slightly and said, "Come on..."

As he said that, he would sit down and treat the old man with silver hair.

Around me, Xue Heng said: "This old neighbor has been suffering from old enteritis for many years. It is not weak tonic. I cannot treat it with Chicao Decoction..."

Ding Zhe did not speak, but stretched out his two fingers and landed on the old man's wrist...

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