The unlucky master of metaphysics was struck by lightning again

Chapter 12 12 You can only see the big sky at the mouth of the well?
Mrs. Qu's complexion suddenly turned dark: "..."

"How did you manage to treat the fine liquid as horse urine?"

"..."

The attending doctor twitched his lips. In fact, another reason why he didn't dare to provoke Zhang Yuanzhen was that Zhang Yuanzhen was not only well-known in Chinese medicine, but also his poisonous tongue was comparable to his professional ability.

Mrs. Qu was stunned again, "What kind of doctor are you, you actually attacked personally!!!"

Zhang Yuanlai raised his eyebrows: "Am I not right? This medicated diet can be said to be a good food for the three high-level people. Which eye of yours can tell that it is poisonous? Isn't it blind? Is it poisonous?"

Mrs. Qu ran away again, and was held back by the attending doctor, "Director Zhang has an almost paranoid love for medicinal food. You have offended him. For the sake of Mr. Qu's health, you'd better calm down."

Unaffected by Mrs. Qu and the doctor in charge, Zhang Yuanlai turned his attention to Qu Yi who had been silent in the room, and asked sincerely, "You made this medicinal diet?"

The onlookers regained their senses from the shock of Zhang Yuanlai's words of fine nectar, jade liquid, and excellent condiment, and their eyes shifted to Qu Yi. At first glance, they thought this girl was too white. Very delicate.

Someone in the crowd gave a cold sneer, and it was the person who said that Qu Yi could not be proficient in Chinese medicine, "Director Zhang also made mistakes, that girl from the Qu family didn't even go to elementary school, so she must have bought it somewhere. "

Although Zhang Yuanzhen never underestimates people, Chinese medicine is indeed difficult to understand, so it is difficult to produce elites in this profession. Judging from the food just now, the cooks are very proficient in medicinal food, and it is absolutely impossible for someone who has never read it. The person who wrote the book could do it. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanlai looked at Qu Yi with slight hesitation.

Could it be that he was wrong?Really bought it?
Just when he wanted to ask again, Qu Yi said: "It's me."

Qu Yi has been thinking just now that grandpa's body cannot recover in a short period of time, if she wants to achieve the best effect of medicinal diet, she has to plant fruits and vegetables, then she may not have so much time to prepare three meals a day for grandpa , It would be great if someone who understands medicinal food can share the burden for her, so she set her sights on Zhang Yuanzhen.

A smile climbed onto Zhang Yuanlai's face, "Can..."

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhen was interrupted by that unkind voice just now, "I don't even write a draft when I lie, thinking that we will sell your face without exposing you, it is impossible!! A fake is a fake."

Qu Yi raised her eyebrows, originally she was leaning lazily by the window, but now she straightened up, looking a little more serious, she looked at the person who spoke and asked solemnly: "You can only see a piece as big as the mouth of the well. sky?"

"……What's the meaning?"

Old Man Qu chuckled, "Say you are a frog at the bottom of a well."

"..."

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Nothing is impossible. Geniuses are always self-taught. It's not surprising that you don't understand."

As if he didn't want to give up, Qu Yi said again, what kind of genius is a bad street, never went to elementary school, Qu Yi is self-taught, doesn't need to go to school at all, a proper genius.

The speaker felt his face was swollen from Qu Yi's beating.

The more Zhang Yuanlai watched Qu Yi, the more he liked Qu Yi more and more.

The one who was slapped in the face exclaimed angrily: "Director Zhang, she has an unlucky physique. If you get close to her, you will be in bad luck."

As a Chinese in the new era, Zhang Yuanlai would believe this, and snorted coldly, "It's nonsense."

Then he praised Qu Yi's medicinal diet in front of everyone, and the two also exchanged some recipes of medicinal diet.

The eyes of everyone looking at Qu Yi changed instantly. You must know that the spleen, stomach and appetite of patients with three highs have always been bad. It's really good news for them.

Mrs. Qu was shocked and confused when she saw this, she lost again, she was very curious: "How did you learn it?"

"Grandpa enrolled me in online courses, bought books, and I taught myself."

Mr. Qu was also shocked. At that time, he only thought that Qu Yi couldn't go to school, but he couldn't understand everything, so he enrolled her in many online classes. He tried to get her whatever books Qu Yi wanted to buy, but he didn't expect Qu Yi will have such a shocking performance in the medicinal diet, one must know that the director of traditional Chinese medicine of Renxin Hospital is a person who can speak well in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

To get his affirmation is something that many doctors look forward to.

Qu Yi can be regarded as blessed, having caught Zhang Yuanlai's eyes.

There are many people who think this way, and so do the attending doctors. They think that they will spend more time on Mr. Qu in the future, so that Director Zhang may think highly of him.

Zhang Yuanlai didn't stay long and left, but when he was leaving the ward, he accidentally bumped into the door frame, and his forehead was bruised suddenly.

Qu Yi's eyes twitched.

Zhang Yuanlai turned around, "It's okay, I was not careful."

"..."

Qu Yi felt a little guilty for no reason.

After that, she got old man Qu's medical records from the attending doctor and sent them to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

Before leaving, Mrs. Qu didn't say a word, Qu Yi curled her lips, she was fine, her ears were much cleaner.

In a spacious, bright, and modern office in the center of Kyoto, a large number of artworks are integrated into the design, making the space quiet yet agile, presenting a balanced and pleasant natural state, conveying the owner's respect for the space. The beautiful yearning and exquisite pursuit of life.

Behind the huge desk in the office sat a delicate and stern man, with a stack of documents on his right hand.

Chu Yan immersed herself in official business, counting lines at a glance, reading quickly, occasionally stopping at a certain place, and then frowning.

The mobile phone on the left rang at this moment, and Chu Yan swiped open the screen with one hand to answer the phone.

The person on the phone said, "Academician, someone asked YC to perform an operation."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, a low pressure seemed to spread from one end of the phone to the other. Xu Chengping's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but clenched the phone tightly.

Chu Yan is YC, an academician of Western Hospital, only Xu Chengping and few people know his identity.

He only accepts two surgeries a month, and this month's surgeries have been completed. He frowned and said with obvious displeasure, "You don't know my rules?"

The aura of the academician was as strong as ever. Even if it was just a phone call, Xu Chengping could feel the full pressure that Chu Yan brought to him. He touched the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and carefully replied: "Of course I know, but this time It's a call from the Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Chinese medicine hospital?Chu Yan pondered.As the two largest organizations in the Huaxia medical system, the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Hospital of Western Medicine have always had a lot of exchanges and cooperation, but no one has ever invited him directly.

Seeing that Chu Yan was not angry on the phone, he let out a sigh of relief, and then continued to speak: "The hospital of traditional Chinese medicine said it was their academician, and we can't refuse, so I'll ask for your opinion first."

There is another sentence that Xu Chengping didn't say, and needless to say, as long as Chu Yan is not willing, no matter whether it is an academician of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital or someone else, they will all refuse, and Chu Yan of the Western Hospital has the final say.

Academician of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Chu Yan hooked his lips, what a coincidence.

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