Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 11 No. 404 [03] Write a letter of commendation and post it on the bulletin board
"Kneel down and offer tea."

Mo Qing's voice was neither soft nor heavy, with a deep tone, but the penetrating power went straight to the heart.

Full of the majesty of the superior.

Shocking for no reason.

Min Chang's knees suddenly went weak, and the moment he leaned over, he came back to his senses and straightened his waist again.

He stared at Mo Qing stubbornly.

"If you are not of my race, you will die." Mo Qing lazily crossed her legs, her dangling calf swaying slightly, and she spoke calmly, "I want your grandpa to live longer, so I offer you this toast." Tea."

Stunned slightly, Min Chang's Adam's apple slid down, and the image of Mo Qing's fingers on his grandfather's wrist flashed in his mind.Afterwards, he thought of his grandfather's praise of Mo Qing's medical skills and that set of acupuncture needles.

Min Chang asked: "Can you really cure my grandfather?"

Mo Qing remained silent, did not express his position, and waited for Min Chang to make a decision.

Min Chang hesitated for a moment, his eyes dimmed.

"Aunt and grandma, please be respected by junior Min Chang."

Min Chang made a decision, the gloom deep in his eyes quickly dissipated, he bent his knees, knelt down in front of Mo Qing, and served the tea.

He respectfully said, "Grandma, please drink tea."

Some people, even if you meet for the first time, her every move will be convincing.

This is acquired, and "acquired conditions" means that there must be unknown accumulation behind her.

Min Chang is willing to believe her.

Just because she is the belief of her ancestors from generation to generation.

Mo Qing glanced at him.

Immediately, Mo Qing took the tea slowly, blew on it, took a sip, and then put the teacup on the table.

"Get up."

Mo Qing spoke in a neutral manner, three parts proud and three parts quiet, controlling the posture of the superior to death.

Min Chang looked at her deeply, pursed his lips and stood up.

"My grandpa—"

Mo Qing cut him off and asked, "Where are the acupuncture needles?"

Looking at the two things of "self-made gun" and "acupuncture needles", Mo Qing can conclude one thing - the Min family has always followed the right path, but in Min Chang's generation, they have gone astray.

"..." Min Chang choked up, and after a short pause, he said bluntly, "I took it for auction, and I just gave it away a week ago."

"What's the reason?"

Min Chang's eyelashes drooped slightly: "The nursing home needs money."

"It's quite putting the cart before the horse." Mo Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, and his eyes fell on Min Chang's face, as if some kind of deterrent force had hit him, she paused every word, "Not only?"

Min Chang hates the feeling of being seen through.

He said: "My dad took the hospital as a mortgage, and he has to pay back a large sum of money."

Although he was instilled with the idea that "the mission of existence is Mo Qing" since he was a child, Min Chang was not brainwashed by this set, and never took medical clinics and acupuncture needles seriously.

However, Grandpa hoped that the medical center would always be there, so he tried to find a way to keep the medical center in operation.

Now it takes money to keep the medical clinic well, plus grandpa's medical expenses... Rather than waiting for an "ancestor" who does not know when to appear and "returning the acupuncture needles to their original owners", it is better to use their value to solve the urgent need.

Rubbing his chin with his fingertips, Mo Qing asked, "Your grandfather doesn't know?"

"do not know."

"Row."

Mo Qing stood up.

She glanced at Min Chang: "Go get the pen and ink."

"..."

Who still has that kind of thing.

Finally, Min Chang found a ballpoint pen and draft paper for Mo Qing to make do with.

Mo Qing has an informal temperament, after all, she has never learned any etiquette, she just imitated it.What's more, she knows both brushes and hard pens.

With a swipe of her pen, she left a prescription on the draft paper.

"Grab the medicine according to this prescription, one for the morning and one for the evening, and cook for an hour on low heat." Mo Qing held the draft paper between his fingers and handed it to Min Chang.

Min Chang took a look, but didn't answer.

Mo Qing frowned.

"Can you type on a mobile phone?" Min Chang resisted the urge to tear up the paper, "You can't write the words that you can't write without being immersed in the hospital for three or forty years."

Without saying a word, Mo Qing raised his leg and kicked Min Chang.

Min Chang dodged, but the pain was still severe when he was swept by his toes.

Mo Qing has inherited the problem of the doctor's sloppy writing of prescriptions, but she didn't have the heart to write another one for Min Chang. After adding Min Chang's WeChat, she sent an electronic version directly to Min Chang.

After backing up the prescription, Min Chang asked a few more questions, and after confirming that he would see the effect after taking the medicine for a week, and if his grandfather recovers well in the future, he can go to the field for activities, and he has a plan in mind.

Looking at Mo Qing is also pleasing to the eye.

"Are you a student of No. [-] High School?" Min Chang asked.

"Ah."

"How high do you study?"

"Grade Three and Seven."

"Oh." Min Chang nodded, "I'm in class three."

"Ok?"

Min Chang felt that she didn't understand what he meant, and explained: "If you encounter problems at school, you can call me."

"Aren't you inferior to Jiang Qiyi?" Mo Qing was puzzled.

"..."

Uncle's.

Who is this Jiang Qiyi?
Min Chang, who held half of the information channels in Dongshi City, thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out who Jiang Qiyi was.

*
On the third day of school, in an office of the First High School Attached.

"Teacher Song! Teacher Song!" Teacher Li, the head teacher of Class Three and Three, came in, and said in a hot tone, "You are too shameless! How can you write a letter of praise for a student who fights like Mo Qing? The poster is hanging on the bulletin board, aren't you teaching bad students?!"

Song Yiyuan is sitting on a chair right now, with his legs crossed and swinging, holding a steaming thermos in his hand, like a leisurely retired old man.

Seeing the distraught teacher Li, Song Yiyuan said leisurely and complacently: "Your students are brave enough to stand up for righteousness, and the whole school will praise you next Monday. My students will write a letter of praise for helping the weak. What's wrong?"

Teacher Li:"……"

What's wrong? !

I think you are a special teacher and don't want the title anymore!

　Although we don't have super professional titles, we have letters of commendation~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)