What should I do if I have such a well-spoken boyfriend?

When we arrived at the place, we found that this was also a very ordinary small clinic. It looked like a very ordinary clinic in the countryside. It was a small flat floor with a small courtyard surrounding it. There was a metal plaque hanging on it, which said it was a certain town.

In the health center, Xiao Huixuan glanced at Gong Zhangjun uncertainly.

This is it?

"That's right." He looked at the location and walked inside, holding Xiao Huixuan's hand: "The experts are all among the people. Don't underestimate this health center. The old Dai doctor who is in charge has been here for nearly ten years.

In the coming year, my reputation will not show up."

Xiao Huixuan followed him in doubtfully. The facilities and layout inside were also very simple and could be seen at a glance. Except for one consultation room with a consultation sign, there was no one in the other two empty wards, only two white and clean beds.

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There were voices in the consultation room. Gong Zhangjun took her straight there and knocked on the door. After the person inside said please come in, he opened the door and went in. He saw two old men holding a large stainless steel bowl and eating warmly.

They are here! It is clearly winter, but they are wearing very little. Seeing Gong Zhangjun come in, one of them, a fair-skinned old man, said: "Gong boy, you can find a place to sit for a while, and we will talk after we finish eating. It will be soon."

Just sit here and wait for a while."

"Well, don't worry, you can eat." Gong Zhangjun brought a plastic red stool to Xiao Huixuan, wiped the dust on it with his sleeve and asked her to sit down, because there was limited seating space in the room and there was no extra space.

But if he could sit down, he would simply stand next to Xiao Huixuan.

When Old Man Bai saw Gong Zhangjun's pretentiousness in wiping the stool, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered to the dark, thin and dry old man opposite: "Look at this shabby clinic of yours, there isn't even a clean stool. You

Next time the folks come over for medical treatment, where will they sit?"

The old man Hei, who was eating hard, didn't care what the old man Bai said. He only cared about filling his stomach first. He didn't even look at him, and he didn't even look at what Gong Zhangjun did.

Xiao Huixuan has always been someone who respects her elders. After listening to Old Man Bai's words, she couldn't help but blush again. This time she was ashamed and glanced at Gong Zhangjun subconsciously. Gong Zhangjun smiled back and told her not to care about it.

The first sentence can choke someone to death. Gong Zhangjun didn't mind such a straightforward question. He took Xiao Huixuan's hand and said, "She is my girlfriend. Can you help check on my girlfriend's physical condition? She often has colds all over her body."

Bing Liang, I had an operation last year, I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t recovered from the surgery or it’s something else.”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Huixuan was very nervous, and her heart beat more than twice as fast. After all, if a national-level traditional Chinese medicine doctor said there was something wrong with her body, there must be something wrong!

The black old man glanced at the white old man and said nothing. He turned around and asked Xiao Huixuan some daily habits or some matters related to her menstruation. Although Gong Zhangjun was present, now was not the time to be pretentious, so she answered in a straight-forward manner.

"What's wrong with any of you?"

After asking, Old Man Hei felt confident. Suddenly, he asked Old Man Bai to check Xiao Huixuan's pulse again. Old Man Bai had been friends with him for decades, and of course he knew what he meant by asking him to check Xiao Huixuan's pulse. He couldn't help but laugh.

He laughed, agreed, took the stool he had just sat on, and checked Xiao Huixuan's pulse, both on his left and right hands.

"Both of them are people who have been through hardships. There is nothing they did not do themselves, and they are used to it. Don't be surprised." Gong Zhangjun explained to Xiao Huixuan, and stretched his head to look at the two old men outside who were bending down at the end.

Washing dishes and chopsticks at the primitive sink, his movements are faster than those of ordinary married men.

The old man Hei came in first, took the towel on the washstand next to him and wiped his hands, then wiped some homemade stuff on his hands, then sat behind the consultation table and asked Gong Zhangjun to bring someone over.

He was used to being neat and tidy. The old black man finished up the flour in three swipes. He took the finished food and went outside to wash the dishes without saying a word. Before leaving, he said: "Don't waste time, either."

Eat quickly, and take the bowl outside to wash it after you finish it. Xiaolian will come over to collect the bowl later."

The old man Bai here also finished the diagnosis. He shook his head and thought for a while, and asked the old man Hei for two concise case sheets. He took the ballpoint pen in the mineral water bottle and started to write, but the pen could not write any words. He opened it and took a look.

When the pen refills were all used up, I couldn't help but slap the pen on the table angrily, and complained mercilessly: "You stingy guy, I allocate so much money every year, are you even reluctant to buy a pen?"

Gong Zhangjun next to him was not in a hurry. He was good at observing people's actions. Just now, he didn't see any bad expression from the old man Hei after checking the pulse. His facial nerves were not moved. His current expressionless face was just out of habit.

After hearing this, Old Man Bai immediately returned to eating quickly, and soon followed him out to wash the dishes. Xiao Huixuan was amazed by this. She didn't expect that these two national-level Chinese medicine figures were so down-to-earth in their work. Compared with the people in their hometown.

Ordinary doctors are just as arrogant and talkative, and they do everything themselves.

The old black man over there was not idle. He took out the most original case sheet from the drawer, the one with red words on the top and white space below. He took the blue one from the homemade mineral water bottle pen holder.

He started writing with a ballpoint pen, without stopping at all, as if he already had a draft in his mind, and he wrote smoothly on two pieces of paper before stopping.

The old man Hei asked Xiao Huixuan to stretch out his hand and took a pulse first. The warm, dry and delicate fingers did not match his face. The old man Hei stretched out two fingers and gently placed them on Xiao Huixuan's pulse, and listened quietly.

After a while, she was asked to change hands and conduct another diagnosis.

At this time, the old man Bai from outside happened to come in. Seeing that the expression of the old man Hei was not right, he asked: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this guy Gong?"

"I originally used it to treat the illnesses of the poor villagers in the village, but I didn't have much left. I even bought some good medicine prepared from the villagers, so what money do I have left? Don't let me ruin that sum. I'll buy it another day.

The two pen refills are still usable." The old black man frowned, took the pen and pen from his hand with some distress, and gave him the pen in his hand.

This made Old Man Bai almost mad to death, but knowing the personality of his good friend, he had no choice but to sit down angrily and continue writing his own.

Xiao Huixuan, who had been watching from the side, was also stunned. He did not expect that the old man Hei, as a state-level traditional Chinese medicine doctor, could be so frugal. He could not help but admire such a person from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Old Man Bai finished writing, and proudly handed the thing in his hand to Old Man Hei, "Look, my level has not declined!"

The old man Hei took it and looked at it seriously. Xiao Huixuan was a little embarrassed next to her. She just looked at what the two old people wrote, but she couldn't understand a single word of what was written in it. It was like a ghost painting.
Chapter completed!