She wanted to talk to Ye Chunwang about some things, so she asked him to go to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic with her.
Anyway, no one asked her to see a doctor. Two hours was enough for her to explain the entire work plan clearly.
"Xiao Jian, what are you doing here?" Ye Chunwang asked curiously.
"Brother Ye, I'm here to go to work."
There were suddenly a lot of people at the door. Not wanting to show off, Su Jian lowered her voice and said.
Ye Chunwang looked up in surprise and saw the big characters on the door lintel on the second floor, "National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic". What does she do here to work? Responsible for receiving patients? Or is she an errand girl?
Su Jian skillfully went to the front desk and took a book, signed her name on it, and then smiled at Ye Chunwang, "Let's go, Brother Ye."
Ye Chunwang looked at the woman standing at the front desk. The expression on her face was strange, as if Su Jian was some kind of monster, and she hesitated to speak.
"Xiao Jian, what are you doing here?" Ye Chunwang asked in a low voice.
"Sitting in the hall for Chinese medicine."
A long wooden bench is placed at the door of each clinic. Now, the door of her clinic No. 3 is full of people.
Oh, what's wrong? Did she do something wrong?
Looking at other clinics, I suddenly met Cao Guizhen's resentful eyes. In the past, her clinic was overcrowded, but today it was empty. No wonder the old lady didn't like her.
"Please give way."
He made a passage at the door, took out the key and opened the door. An old man behind him couldn't wait to ask, "Little girl, is Dr. Su here?"
"Well, here we come."
There was only Ye Chunwang behind her. The old man looked him up and down and asked doubtfully, "Are you Dr. Su Jiansu? Didn't you say you are a woman?"
Ye Chunwang was startled, "No, no, I'm not."
"Who is Dr. Su Jian?"
"she!"
Ye Chunwang pointed. At this time, Su Jian had already put on her white coat, straightened the work badge on her chest, coughed and said, "I am Su Jian."
Everyone was in an uproar.
"Why is the house so dark today?"
The lights have been turned on, but I still feel that there is not enough light.
Su Jian looked up and saw that this time it was her turn to open her mouth in surprise.
"Doctors are benevolent and compassionate."
"Handling the pot overhangs one's own interests; virtue is worth more than gold."
"The reincarnation of Hua Tuo, the quintessence of Chinese medicine."
"The holy hands of miracle doctors can cure diseases with their skills."
"The hanging pot helps the world, and the skillful hand brings back spring."
"..."
There is actually a small banner at the bottom, filling a small blank space, with four big words written on it, "Reborn Mom and Dad!"
Oh my god, who did this?
The patients gathered at the door exclaimed at the same time, "Look, look, Dr. Su is amazing. Let me tell you, when you go to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic and you don't know which traditional Chinese medicine doctor is right, just look at how many banners there are on the wall."
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"How many pennants are hung in Dr. Su's clinic?"
The old man in the lead was so excited that stars were flying around, and he was counting with his hands, "One, two, three..."
Needless to say, with three walls and a hanging ceiling, her room was like a pansi cave, and she was the great pansi fairy with a red patch on her head.
A total of one hundred and twenty-six banners.
Who did this? Is there money but no place to spend it? Wouldn’t it be nice to donate it to a nursing home?
No wonder she felt the atmosphere was abnormal as soon as she came in today. She made two visits in total, and together with Lao Zheng, she only treated four people, two of whom didn't ask for money. Who is so rich?
Rich and wealthy? Oh my, isn't this the style of her dearest Uncle Zheng?
Su Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she had to clear her throat and asked, "Who wants to see me for medical treatment?"