The strongest little magician

Chapter 711

The next day.

Zhang Yangguang got up early in the morning, looking at the two women beside him, his heart was full.

He got up and warmed up a corn bun, then went to the clinic.

Before I walked in, I saw that the door had opened from a distance. Who came so early?
When I went in, I saw that Wu Huanhuan was simply cleaning up the clinic with a broom in his hand, and even turned on the hot water.

"Hello, Doctor Zhang." She said respectfully, with the attitude of a junior, without the arrogance of a high-achieving student.

"You don't need to be so polite." Zhang Yangguang touched the back of his head, but he was not used to it.

As far as Wu Huanhuan is concerned, although Zhang Yangguang does not have a high degree of education, he is willing to help in this mountain village, which is already a good quality in a society where people are impetuous.

What's more, she has practiced medicine for many years, with so many cases, and actual combat experience, she should be good at medicine, and it is precisely because of this that she respects him so much.

Wu Huanhuan smiled, and quickly sat next to him. There were two tables on the left side of the seat, which Zhang Yangguang had prepared for the two interns in advance.

Wu Huanhuan chose a table, which happened to be close to Zhang Yangguang, and the two of them held hands to clean it up briefly.

After tidying up, Huang Mingshun swaggered to the clinic.

He didn't say hello when he came in, but just walked straight to his seat.

It's not why, after Huang Mingshuai came in, the aura of the clinic suddenly became a lot more awkward.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Zhang Yangguang glanced at Wu Huanhuan, and asked warmly, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, I'm about to eat." After finishing speaking, Wu Huanhuan raised the local egg in his hand.

"Just eat eggs?" Zhang Yangguang frowned, glanced at Wu Huanhuan, and immediately analyzed the other's physical condition in his head.

"I'm used to it, sometimes I don't like to eat in the morning." Wu Huan smiled and said disapprovingly.

When Huang Mingshuai heard the words, he naturally interjected: "Actually, skipping breakfast is also quite good. Some foreign research institutes have shown that proper light fasting can help detoxify the body."

Fasting?
Hearing this rebuttal, Zhang Yangguang frowned. How could there be so many strange things?

"The physique of foreigners is different from ours, so what foreigners do can't be copied to Chinese people." He said lightly.

Unexpectedly, this sentence aroused Huang Mingshuai's displeasure, thinking that Zhang Yangguang had been against him.

"Don't you think you are better than foreign specialized research institutions?"

With a few simple words, the two of them were fighting again, and Wu Huanhuan was caught in the middle, in a dilemma, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Truth emerges from practice, and the individuals in the experiments of foreign specialized research institutions are only foreigners, so don't mess around with any theory." Zhang Yangguang said, then stood up, and divided half of the corn bread in his hand to Wu Huanhuan.

At the same time, he went on to say: "Chinese medicine pays attention to the day's plan in the morning. A good breakfast is a good start to the day. What's more, although your face is rosy, your eyes are muddy and your chin is yellow. If you read correctly, your stomach should be healthy. Do you have problems all year round?"

Wu Huanhuan took the corn bun from Zhang Yangguang's hand, and was about to speak when Huang Mingshuai interrupted him.

"It's so fucking interesting. Can you confirm that a patient has a stomach problem just by looking at it? Stomach disease is a gastroenterology department. It must be confirmed by CT and a gastroscopy. If you just say that casually, will it be too substandard? What if I get sick by mistake?" He sneered at the side, completely disbelieving Zhang Yangguang.

(End of this chapter)