Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 6
What Meng Jianjun despises the most is this kind of old Chinese medicine. The hospitals are all western medicine, and Meng Jianjun is naturally too. General doctors are very tolerant of Chinese medicine, but he is different. He is annoyed when others mention Chinese medicine to him. superstitious.

I have to say that this problem is not only shared by Meng Jianjun, but also by Meng Feifei and Li Qingmei. They always feel that what they don't know is rubbish, and what they know is good.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"You are suffering from long-term overwork and malnutrition caused by both qi and blood loss. Excessive depletion of vitality has led to a decline in physical function." The young man opposite Qingyun slowly took his hand away from her wrist, a pair of glass-colored eyes shined through. He took off his glasses and looked at her lightly, as if he was sizing up something.

Qingyun came back to his senses, looked at the young man who was wearing a white suit and rimless glasses, dressed in a fashion-forward fashion, and asked suspiciously: "You have called the Tianmai for a long time, and this is the end?"

She ran here and lined up for a long time, and this is the result? Mmp, if it wasn't for the reputation of this clinic, would she be here to see him?

The young man hooked his red lips, and said with an extremely bad attitude: "Then you go to the hospital!"

Qingyun squinted his eyes and looked at him. The two of them faced each other like this, sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

"Hey, do you still want to see a doctor? If you don't want to see a doctor, go away!" A big hand stretched out, pushed Qingyun away from the seat, squeezed in, looked at the young man with a smile and said: " Doctor Xiao, I can't sleep every day recently, and I can't eat during the day. Am I suffering from a terminal illness? Please help me find out."

As he spoke, he put his fat arms on the pillow, and stared straight at the young man's handsome face with an intoxicated look on his face.

The young man squinted at Qingyun, put his hand on the fat woman's wrist, and asked, "How long have you been unable to sleep?"

"It's been a long time. Ever since I saw you, Doctor Xiao, I can't sleep at night." The fat woman said and winked at him.

Qing Yun, who was standing aside, spat out with a "wow".

The fat woman glared at her immediately, like a black-faced Rakshasa in a temple.

"Then what, you, you continue!" Qingyun vomited again as he spoke.

The whole room was instantly filled with a strong stench. Everyone in the room looked at Qingyun angrily and wanted to curse. Unexpectedly, the young man took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and covered his nose, and said: "It's better to talk." It’s easy to absorb the smell into your stomach.”

Then fluttered out of the house.

When everyone heard it, they felt chilly, and rushed out immediately, only Qingyun was left in the room, throwing up in a daze, unscrupulous.

"Well, it's finally much easier." 26 let out a long sigh of relief. Ever since Qingyun entered the clinic, it felt a strong sense of crisis, and it was so frightened that it hid itself and dared not make a sound.

It suddenly felt that the sense of crisis disappeared, and it ran out again, looked outside, and suddenly said in surprise: "Host, why are you vomiting again? If you knew you were going to throw up, you might as well not eat. You see how disgusting you are! "

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." Qingyun really wanted to get it out and crush it to death.

"..." 26 was helpless, it was telling the truth, why didn't the host like to hear it?
"Little girl, what's going on with you? Why are you vomiting like this?" The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and an old man with gray hair and kind eyes came out from inside.

Qingyun waved his hand, got a lump in his throat, and spit it out again.

The old man turned around and entered the room, filled a glass of water in a white enamel cup and handed it to her.

Qingyun took it, rinsed his mouth, poured some water on his hands and patted his head. Feeling more comfortable, he slowly straightened up and sat on the stool.

The old man walked over and was about to hold her hand.

Qing Yun shrank instinctively, raised her head and looked at him vigilantly.

"Don't be afraid, I want to help you feel the pulse." The old man didn't mind, just smiled at her gently.

"You are..." Qingyun hesitated.

"I am the owner of this clinic." The old man sat opposite her and motioned for her to extend her hand.

"You are Grandpa Lu? Then the one just now was..." Qingyun stretched out his hand, recalling the young man who was dressed differently and had a sloppy mouth just now, he was a little puzzled.

"That's my grandson. He just came back from abroad recently and said he wanted to learn Chinese medicine from me. I asked him to help identify the medicinal materials and visit the store." Lu Zhengde stroked his beard and gently touched his fingers with a smile. On the wrist.

Qingyun rolled his eyes, it turned out that he came back from abroad, no wonder he owed so much.

After a while, he took a pen and wrote down a prescription, and said kindly: "My child, your body needs to be taken care of, especially for stomach problems. You must eat on time in the future. I will make some medicine for you. It may taste bad." It’s a little bit, but it’s very helpful to your body, so you must take it on time.”

"Thank you, Grandpa Lu." Qingyun nodded.

Lu Zhengde touched his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and turned to the medicine cabinet to help her grab medicine.

Qingyun looked at the filth on the ground, felt a little embarrassed, got up and walked to the door to pick up a broom and shovel, went to the door and shoveled some soil to cover it, and took the broom to sweep it little by little.

"Son, sit down and rest, it's okay." Lu Zhengde turned around and saw Qingyun packing up his vomit, and persuaded him kindly.

"It's okay, Grandpa Lu." Qingyun wiped off the sweat on his brow, just after he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

Drops of sweat rolled down her forehead. She felt like someone was plucking her mouth. She subconsciously pressed her lips tightly together. The person pried her lips apart for a while, then stopped moving, as if they had given up.

But for a while, she felt that someone was helping her up against the wall, and the next second she felt her nose was pinched hard, she subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe, unexpectedly, the moment she opened her mouth, there was a sour smell Bitter stuff poured into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)