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Chapter 641. A six with one hand to calm the old Chinese doctor(2/2)

This pharmacy is very big, but it’s almost noon, so there aren’t many people buying medicine. Zhao Jun brought Wang Meilan to the very back. Looking at the old doctor sitting in front of the medicine cabinet reading a newspaper, Zhao Jun let go of Wang Meilan, put his right hand on his left hand and cupped his fist, saying:

"Old man."

The old man was reading a book while wearing reading glasses. When he heard someone talking to him, he put his chin inward, raised his eyes, and jumped over the frame to glance at Zhao Jun.

At this time, Zhao Jun lowered his left fist and lifted his right palm outward. When he spread it flatly in front of the old man's newspaper, he closed his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, made a six, and said at the same time: "You always get rich."<

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The old doctor was startled, quickly clapped the newspaper, put it on the table next to him, stood up and shouted at the door of the pharmacy: "Young man!"

"Hey!" Someone responded over there, and a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt walked quickly, bowed slightly in front of the counter, and said to the old doctor: "Master."

"You watch in front for a while." The old doctor said nothing, then gave Zhao Jun a fist, and then gestured to the small door on the right with his right hand to give way: "Young man, please!"

Zhao Jun said nothing and only raised his left hand to give way. This old man's beard and hair were all white, so he must be quite old. Zhao Jun had to let the old man go first.

The old doctor smiled and stepped forward first, followed closely by Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan.

Lifting the white curtain, he walked through the corridor and came to a room. The old doctor pushed the door open and entered.

Entering the room, the old doctor turned around, raised his hand towards the long sofa against the east wall, smiled at Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan and said, "You are from the mountain, right? You are tired from walking, sit down and have a rest."

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After saying that, the old doctor went to the west wall, opened the lid of the white porcelain tea jar on the coffee table, and took out the tea jar from under the coffee table, preparing to make tea for Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan.

"Oops!" Suddenly, an exclamation startled the old doctor. He turned around and saw Wang Meilan sitting on the sofa. He raised his head and asked Zhao Jun, who was holding her hand, "Son, what is this thing? Why is it so noisy?"

What?"

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and said: "Mom, this is the sofa."

"Ah!" Wang Meilan touched the sofa with her fingers curiously, and then said to Zhao Jun seriously: "Son, when will you go to the city to buy two of these sofas and put them in your new house?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jun rushed to Wang Meilan and sat next to him.

At this time, the old doctor picked up the thermos bottle, poured water into the teacup, then put the lid on the cup and brought it to Zhao Jun and his mother.

"Thank you, old man." Zhao Jun stood up slightly and extended his hand to accept it. The old doctor moved the hand holding the cup to the side and said, "I'll do it."

Zhao Jun nodded and sat back on the sofa. After the old doctor put down his tea cup, he turned around and sat on the sofa to the west. He raised his hand and motioned to the two of them: "Drink some water and keep warm."

Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan nodded in unison, and both opened the cup lids to let out the heat.

The water is too hot and I can’t drink it now.

The old doctor squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Jun quietly.

This old doctor’s surname is Sun, and his name is Sun Qishan. He is seventy-two years old this year.

He has come a long way from the old society and learned medical skills. What has he not seen before?

Therefore, Sun Qishan could tell at a glance that the two people in front of him were mother and son. Although the middle-aged woman's clothes were of good quality and she was wearing a silver bracelet, she looked like a rural woman.

As for this young man, Sun Qishan couldn't see through it. Although Zhao Jun was young, he didn't show any timidity when he sat there. Especially the gesture that Zhao Jun made outside just now, the six he made, was very telling.
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