and share this life with affection

Yuan Li persuaded the thin man.

Obviously, these two people don't talk much on weekdays, but at this time, they have become talkative.

Bian Zhi raised her head, leaned her hands on her sides, and smiled lightly, "Okay."

The thin man and Yuanli were overjoyed.

Hearing Bian Zhi add another sentence: "Go when you are free."

Thin man: "..."

Yuan Li: "..."

The thin man and Yuan Li sighed in unison, "My concubine's heart is like iron."

Sunday.

On weekends, Bianzhi usually does not receive consultations.

She will be alone in the file room quietly, looking through past medical records.

On the way, the thin man wandered to the door with Yuan Li and reminded her that if she regretted it and wanted to attend Zhou Suihuai's birthday, she should tell them.

Bian Zhi didn't speak, her gaze quietly fell on the medical case.

A few hours later, Li Kun hurried over.

He walked hurriedly, touching the hot sweat on his forehead, "Miss Bian, Liu Chunhua has been found, oh, her name is not Liu Chunhua, her name is Wang Meizhen."

"When we found her, she was doing acupuncture in an acupuncture parlor. I don't know if the acupuncture was in the wrong place or because of her condition. We asked her to get up, but she was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't get up. Her face was sallow. It looked appalling."

Bian Zhi didn't ask Wang Meizhen, but asked first, "Does Zhou Suihuai know?"

"No, the young master has a show in the morning. I called and no one answered. Should I go to the set to inform him now?"

"No need," Bian Zhi got up, "It's his birthday today, don't bother him, I'll tell him after this, don't bother him about big things today, you know?"

Li Kun stared blankly at Bian Zhi, and obediently obeyed, "Okay, got it."

Yuan Li looked at Bian Zhi in astonishment.

She touched her nose, looking so calm, did she really think you didn't care about birthdays or not.

Li Kun stood in front of Bian Zhi and asked, "Do you want to go to Wang Meizhen's side?"

Before Bian Zhi could speak, someone shouted at the door: "Let's go, let's go," Wang Meizhen was carried in.

Standing in front was a man in a white coat, rubbing his hands, with a sad expression on his face, followed by several white coats with anxious expressions.

They put the person down directly, and then turned around in a tacit understanding and wanted to leave.

The thin man called someone directly and stopped him at the door.

The flesh on the fat man's face was trembling with anger, "Hey! What's the situation with you? We are a traditional Chinese medicine hospital here, not a trash collector. You leave people and run away. What do you mean?"

Ou Hao looked at the person lying on the stretcher, widened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Wang Meizhen?"

Bianzhi bowed her head.

It really is.

It's just that the situation is completely different from a month ago. Now she has a haggard face, weak breathing, and disheveled hair, as if she has only one breath left.

Just like that, his legs and feet were still trembling uncontrollably, and he made an inexplicable sound of "wuwuwu——".

Bian Zhi looked at the leading man opposite, "What did you do for her?"

The voice fell.

Before the man could reply, Wang Meizhen rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

Bian Zhi squatted down and felt for her pulse, which was so weak that it was almost impossible to detect.

She frowned, looked at the group of big white coats, and said calmly: "I'll give you a minute. If you can't explain clearly, man, how did you bring it in, then let me carry it away."

When the leading man heard this, his knees immediately softened.

"My name is Wang Gang. This woman gave us an acupuncture point map today and told me to give her acupuncture according to the above. , it shouldn’t be a big problem, so I—”

"But I just dropped an acupuncture point. She didn't know where she made her own decoction. She took a big gulp and then it was like this. I was so scared that I didn't dare to pull out the needle. This woman fainted once before. What I said was, Bian’s Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, we didn’t dare to delay, so we got the person here right away.”

Wang Gang handed the mineral water bottle in front of Bian Zhi, "Here, this is it. At first I thought she committed suicide by taking poison, but the old man in our museum said that this is a traditional Chinese medicine for blood circulation. We thought it was not suicide. We We had no choice but to carry the patient over according to the patient's wishes."

That acupuncture parlor is some distance away from the traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

Wang Gang and a few white coats were panting and looked at the mess.

Bian Zhi took the bottle of mineral water, sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and said lightly, "The prescription I stole before is the stewed soup."

This decoction really needs to be taken orally during acupuncture to promote blood flow.

but--

Wang Meizhen's situation is much more serious. If other people's prescriptions can cure the disease, then there is no need for her TCM hospital to exist.

She is also very courageous, she doesn't understand anything, so she dares to boil and drink the medicine.

Moreover, Bian Zhi suspected that the ingredients in her medicine were not complete, and the prescription prescribed to her was missing, which caused the current situation of fainting and exacerbation of the disease.

The fat man rolled his eyes, "Damn it! I live such a long life, I'm really going to be killed by your thunder!"

"You have the shame to throw her to us when she is like this? You look at her ghost, she is about to lose her breath, so hurry up and carry her away!"

To speak is to unite the tall, short and thin three people to lift the people on the ground.

When Wang Gang saw this, he was so anxious that he almost knelt down, "Principal Bian, Dean Bian, don't, don't carry it away, we can't handle it, if we carry it out on the front foot, she will die on the back foot."

Fatty: "Damn! If you die, you will die. I think you are only one breath away from death now. If you die, go back to your place and die!"

The fat man wanted to lift it up again, and several white coats rushed down to hold the stretcher down.

The two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere froze.

Wang Gang is a big man, so frightened that he cried out loud,

"Principal Bian, the outside world says you have rejuvenated hands, and patients also want to come to you for treatment. People really can't die in our acupuncture clinic, otherwise, everyone in our restaurant will have to pay for this matter. You are the Lin family. The only daughter, who is also the director of Bian's Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine,

You are fair about this matter. Besides, your place is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and it is normal for everyone to die in a year. We are an acupuncture center, so it really can't work! "

Wang Gang tightly held the outer edge of the horizontal bar with his hand, preventing the people from Bianzhi from lifting him up. The fat man gritted his teeth in anger, "Damn it! You will say, what does it mean to not be afraid of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, what does it mean to be able to bear it from a family background, Lao Tzu Shaker, I must throw you out together today!"

Wang Gang had a mournful face, regretting his mistake, if he had known earlier, even if he was given several million, he would not have treated this woman.

Terrible!

Damn it!

If it costs lives, not to mention revoking the license, you will not be able to practice acupuncture in this life, and you will have to go to a factory to move bricks in the rest of your life!

If this woman's family members come back to claim compensation, then he will be dead in this life!

When Wang Gang thought of this, he was flustered, and he knelt down for Bian Zhi in a daze.