A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

In any case, Wu Dahu once again protected the yard and found out the details of the two opponents. At least according to the facts we have seen, these two men are better at close combat, and I don't know whether the other few people will be good at long-distance combat.

After song QingHan helped Hualian back, he found the ointment to help him with the medicine. Seeing that he looked a little depressed, he washed the golden berries for him and comforted him: "it's not your fault. They take the initiative to find fault. Both masters and slaves have martial arts skills. You can't beat them."

Hualian shook her head, bit her lower lip, and whispered, "it's the little slave who is too weak to do anything, which drags the masters' hind legs...

seeing him speak more and more quietly, his face darkens. Song QingHan ponders for a while and asks in a deliberative tone:" otherwise we can open a shop to be your shopkeeper? In this way, you don't have to think about serving us. Second, you can do something and make money. "

"The little slave is just the leader's husband. How can he be a shopkeeper..."

Hualian repeatedly refused. Her face was full of stubbornness, and she seemed very dissatisfied with her current situation.

Song QingHan did not open his mouth to comfort him, because this inferiority complex, which was deeply influenced by the original family, could not be changed by language. If it had to be changed, it could only be done in the form of behavior.

So he continued: "it's not a shopkeeper. Just like you did in the state capital before, you can help sell goods and collect money. But now there is a problem: we don't have much to sell. We can't open a special seasoning shop."

Although song QingHan didn't ask about the price of the shops outside, I don't have to think about it. Even a small shop in the capital city, I'm afraid, will spend all their savings.

Hualian frowned and thought for a while, and said softly, "in fact... Little slave can do some eating and selling."

The reason why he proposed this was that he thought it was not worthwhile to sell condiments alone. If they were made into food, they could give full play to the greatest advantages of seasonings and sell more things.

When song met song on the way to the store, he had not seen the light food on his way.

Seeing that Hualian had his own ideas, song QingHan nodded his head and said, "OK, that's how it's decided. Tomorrow we'll look for a suitable shop. If it's really not possible, we'll set up a stall. It's not cost much to set up a stall."

After hearing his words, Hualian was a little excited. She didn't seem to think that she was so valued. She could not help swearing: "the little slave and the little slave will not fail to live up to the master's expectation and make a lot of money for the master husband!"

Song QingHan laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "OK, you have a good rest. After a while, Wenxuan and I will go out again to see where the hospital recruits. If there is anyone like the two people in the morning who are unreasonable, you can leave directly. There is no need to see them."

Hualian's eyes flashed with hesitation, but after seeing song QingHan's firm eyes, she still nodded and agreed: "I know."

After lunch, song QingHan took a bath and changed into a relatively elegant dress. He dressed himself like this, and then he went out with Wu Dahu and Xiaoshi.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this. After thinking about it, he thought that he would like to apply for a job in his life. Subconsciously, he thought that before that, he should pay attention to his appearance, so as not to give people a negative impression.

There are many more medical centers in the capital than in other cities and towns, such as "Xinglin hall" and "Miao Shou hall". It seems that the scale is not small. I don't know where so many people need to see a doctor.

Of course, for them, the first consideration is naturally the rejuvenation hall, which has made many contacts.

But this time, it seems difficult to deal with each other. When song QingHan was turned away from the door for the third time by the boy who ran the hall, he finally gave birth to a sense of helplessness.

For this situation, the first to accept is the original Xuan, see his mature way: "the hospital has never admitted new people, unless there are acquaintances working in it, I am afraid there will be a glimmer of opportunity."

As for why he was so clear, it was because he had been rejected so many times before he met song QingHan. In the end, he seemed to be assimilated. He completely accepted the rules of the hospital and didn't complain. On the contrary, he was shocked when he saw that huichuntang, the capital of the state, accepted him so easily.

However, he knew that he had taken the blessing of song QingHan. If song QingHan did not show outstanding medical skills, they would not be able to enter the eyes of doctor Shi, let alone enter the rejuvenation hall.

Song QingHan was awakened by Yuan Yuan Xuan's words and pondered for a while. He took out the wooden card that doctor Luo had given him before. Thinking that he was an acquaintance, he called the boy again and put the wooden card into his hand.

The boy looked a little impatient. After all, anyone who was in a hurry and had to be pestered again and again would be a bit angry. However, he had a good accomplishment and didn't say anything unpleasant. He didn't even look at the wooden card, so he went inside and prepared to take this thing to a cross and then come back to refuse song QingHan once.But when he went there, he found that the result was different from what he had imagined. Instead of throwing the wooden card back to him, the shopkeeper put it in his hand and looked over and over for a long time. When he thought the shopkeeper was asleep, the shopkeeper finally said, "let him in. This is doctor Luo's stuff, and I don't know what relationship he has with doctor Luo."

"Doctor Luo?" The boy repeated, after searching for the relevant memory, he suddenly realized that he ran out in a hurry and welcomed song QingHan and others in.

As he walked along, he said with a smile, "if you had said that you were introduced by Dr. Luo, I would not have hung you out for so long. But in the final analysis, it is my fault. Your adult does not care about the villains. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song QingHan was not angry with the boy, but felt a little magical. He asked in doubt, "doctor Luo is only a doctor in the town. Why do you care so much about the people he introduced? In principle, you don't have to worry about what he will do to you. What's more, even if he wants to, he can't do anything to you. After all, there are thousands of mountains and rivers separated. "

Although his words were a little awkward, the boy understood them miraculously. He gave a flattering smile and explained, "there is nothing wrong with this medical skill. Although Dr. Luo has retired, his skill is still respected. We will communicate with him about some diseases from time to time if he knows about it, The person introduced by himself has been sent away so casually. If he doesn't hold grudges, our hearts will feel sorry for him. "

Song QingHan nodded his head clearly, knowing that it was like a consultation in modern medicine. Once there was a problem, experts from all over the world would gather together. Although in general, doctors from all over the country would have higher abilities. However, those who were indifferent to fame and wealth were willing to devote their lives to remote mountainous areas. Therefore, no matter who looked down on them, they would like to devote their lives no way.

What's more, Dr. Luo came out of the palace alive at least. It's like the heartbroken grass last time. Doctor Shi didn't see anything after a long time. Dr. Luo knew what was going on.

After walking for a while, the boy finally led song QingHan and others to the shopkeeper. Seeing them talking with each other, he ran away wisely.

The shopkeeper looked smiling and innocuous: "this little brother, do you want to see a doctor, or?"

Song QingHan pushed yuanxuan forward and said, "I want to take my apprentice to study here for a period of time. I don't need money. I can help you with anything. If it's inconvenient to tell us, we will take the initiative to avoid it."

The manager's face changed a little.

According to the meaning of song QingHan, he is also a doctor or a doctor who takes apprentices. If he wants to be a doctor in the hall, he can do it. How can he think that he only comes to study without pay?

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't speak for a long time, song QingHan didn't know what he was wrong about. He said suspiciously: "shopkeeper, other conditions can be discussed. We're not only here to learn. If there's something we can do, we'll do it."

As soon as he said this, the shopkeeper's face became more tangled, and he seemed to be uncertain about how to treat song QingHan.

After all, the tone of song QingHan just now sounds very small to the shopkeeper. Is he still a famous doctor? Don't take action easily, only when you have to?

"How can you treat this person?"

An old voice sounded, and the shopkeeper's eyes lit up. He ran out quickly, holding the hand of the visitor, and respectfully said, "why did Mr. Xian come in person, and his body is still strong?"

The man who had been called old Xian glanced at the shopkeeper lightly, and said without expression: "it's not tough, there's no way. It's all useless things. If there's one that can be used, I can go to my old age early and try to live a few more years to see the scenery, instead of being trapped in this cage."

The cold sweat on the shopkeeper's forehead came down, but he still had to pretend that he didn't understand the meaning of old Xian's words, and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Xian is here, this rejuvenation hall dares to call" Huichun "! In fact, it's no wonder that their medical skills are not advanced. It's really that Xian's medical skills are so superb that they can't even beat their horses! "

"Flatter, hum, I think your flattery is getting worse and worse. By the way, did you hear what I just said?"

Old Xian lifted his heavy eyelids, and when he saw the cold of Song Dynasty, his turbid eyes showed a touch of essence.