This pharmacist is not easy

When Mr. Qian was young, he smoked too much and hurt his lungs. Now he is old and coughs constantly. Once he coughs, it feels as if he wants to cough up his lungs. He rarely sleeps peacefully at night.

His son is a filial son, whenever he hears that what he eats can nourish his lungs, he will buy it back for his old father regardless of the price.My son works in a foreign company, and his position is still a manager, so he is quite generous in terms of money.

But no matter how many supplements Mr. Qian took, he could only get better for a while, and then he relapsed again. He advised his son not to spend unnecessary money, because the disease cannot be cured.

Persuasion is so persuasion, in fact, does Mr. Qian really don't want to cure his illness?

no.He didn't want a rift between his son and daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law has always disapproved of her son's spending money on high-end and expensive supplements. Although she didn't express her opinion publicly, she didn't know how many times she had discussed it with her son in private.Mr. Qian also got up to drink water once at night, and he only found out when he passed his son's room and heard them arguing.

He can also understand his daughter-in-law. After all, it is better to invest money in his grandson than to spend meaningless money on him.

His grandson is only in the sixth grade of elementary school now. In addition to attending classes during the day from Monday to Friday, he also goes to tutoring at night, and goes to interest classes on Saturdays and Sundays. A lot of money.Besides, the daughter-in-law also intends to buy a piano for her grandson, and the entry-level piano that she narrated will start at 10,000+, which is a waste of money.

Mr. Qian often lamented that today's children, or their parents, are too hardworking.Unlike his era, he was very lucky to have books to read and study.

As long as Mr. Qian doesn't cough, he can fall asleep immediately.The daughter-in-law doesn't have to work, and a nanny will do the housework, so she shouldn't be under any pressure, but she is the only one in the family who suffers from light sleep and insomnia.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Qian started coughing. The sound insulation of the room was not bad, and no one else was affected. However, his daughter-in-law could always open his eyes until dawn.

So in private, the daughter-in-law blamed the cause of her insomnia on Mr. Qian's coughing for her.

Of course, she didn't dare to reveal it, so Mr. Qian didn't know about it.

Manager Qian came home that day, still carrying a few high-end and exquisitely packaged paper bags in his hand, needless to say, it was another supplement for Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian yelled about Fei Qian, but he carried it back to his room honestly with both hands and put it away.

Having nothing to do before going to bed at night, Mr. Qian opened one of them, and found that the packaging was very simple. There was only a glass jar filled with golden paste, and there was a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafting out.

Mr. Qian's heart moved, and he slowly unscrewed the cover.

wow.

The strong medicinal fragrance drilled down his nasal cavity and into his throat, reaching his lungs.

Mr. Qian lifted his spirits and stared at the glass jar. Judging from his years of experience in taking high-end supplements, this golden paste is a good thing!

It's not too dirty, and I immediately hooked a lump of golden paste with my fingers, a bit like slightly solidified honey, and it tasted like plum in my mouth, and then the sweetness after drinking tea, he sipped it like a baby Pick up your fingers.

Pushing open the open room door, Manager Qian wanted to talk to his old father: "..."

Mr. Qian also saw his son, put his hands down in embarrassment, clenched his fists and coughed lowly, and asked, "...what's the matter?"

Manager Qian looked at the old father in a fuss, and then said: "Oh, that's right. Among the supplements I gave you, one of the supplements I gave you was given by a subordinate who saw that I got angry and coughed recently, and said that taking it would cure my cough... um, It's probably the bottle you opened on the table...it's quite fragrant——Dad, have you eaten?"

"Well, I ate."

"how do you feel?"

"good stuff."

It's not that Mr. Qian is bragging, he really has never eaten something so comfortable, smooth and breathable.

Seeing his old father's happy face, Manager Qian was too embarrassed to ask to go back. In fact, he himself wanted to eat it when he smelled the aroma...

In the middle of the night, the wife who was sleeping next to Manager Qian suddenly opened her eyes, and she couldn't sleep again.The room was dark, except for a layer of dark light from the window blocked by the curtain, which was probably moonlight.

When she opened her eyes and it was almost dawn, a thought suddenly crossed her mind, why didn't she hear Mr. Qian's cough all night?

……

When receiving a call from Zhang Cheng, Qiu Yi was making himself a rice cooker braised ginger chicken.

In the morning, Grandma Sun slaughtered a chicken and sent half of it over. It was a local chicken that grew up on chicken rice. The chicken was very fragrant and tender.Qiu Yi marinated half of the chicken with sand ginger, soy sauce, sugar, diced green onion, sliced ​​garlic and peanut oil for half a day, and then put it in a rice cooker to simmer.

While waiting, Zhang Cheng called and said he wanted to buy throat ointment—he thought the name of the ointment was too common, so he changed the name to throat ointment.

Qiu Yi asked him how much he wanted.

Zhang Cheng said without hesitation on the other end of the phone: "Fifty bottles, okay? The main reason is that the colleagues in the company tasted it a while ago and said it was good, so they want to buy it too. Also, I gave a bottle to my boss, and his dad will eat it." I don’t have a cough anymore, I like it very much. This throat balm is really great! Fifty bottles are still short, maybe I will contact you to buy more after a while, it must not be enough.”

Qiu Yi thought about it carefully, and said that he would deliver it to him in ten days.

Zhang Cheng on the other end of the phone pleaded bitterly: "Can't you hurry up? I only have one bottle left at home, four mouths are not enough..."

Qiu Yi looked like he didn't want to discuss it. After all, he still had to spend time making mask powder, black mask and shampoo, and also made rheumatism ointment for the patriarch. He also made Zhang Zhixing's asthma medicine, but he was very busy!A busy man!

Zhang Cheng sighed and hung up the phone, and his colleagues asked him when the goods would arrive.

Zhang Cheng told them with a sad face, "It will take at least twelve days..." The normal delivery time from his hometown to here is two days.

"Ah...the wait is so long!"

"Life without throat balm is miserable!"

"Fortunately, I still have half a bottle left."

"What?! You still have half a bottle! Hurry up! Confiscate it quickly! If you hand it over, I will spare your life!"

"Yes! Hand it over! Or isolate you! Repel you! Discriminate against you!"

"...Go away! Defend the lozenge to the death! Never hand it over!"

Zhang Cheng didn't see his colleagues messing around, he was thinking about how to explain to Manager Qian, and he had to think of a good wording.