Reborn 1990 Peppers

Chapter 494

Master must have thought of some clue, right?

Could it be He Qi who did it?
Tang Min hoped it was him.

In this way, let Master see that bastard's face as soon as possible.

……

An hour later, Doctor Feng returned to the courtyard in the northern suburbs.

Uncle Li was digging the ground in the yard. When he saw Doctor Feng coming back, he put down his hoe and came up to him, "Doctor Feng, are you back?"

"Where is He Qi?" Doctor Feng asked in a deep tone.

Uncle Li felt that Dr. Feng's face was serious and he seemed to be in a bad mood. He quickly replied, "He went out and hasn't come back for the past two days."

"You're not back?" Doctor Feng glanced sharply, "Where have you been?"

"I don't know, he left yesterday morning."

Dr. Feng Shen went to the pharmacy and took a look. The things inside were neatly arranged, the medicine cabinet was well arranged, and the draft papers on the table were all stacked together.

He Qi has always been an organized person. He has strict requirements on himself and lives a very orderly life. He never leaves things around and the house is always cleaned spotlessly.

On the contrary, as a master, he is much more unkempt.

Dr. Feng Shen sat on a chair, picked up a prescription manuscript, looked at it twice, and looked solemn.

To be honest, He Qi is not very talented in studying medicine. In many cases, he cannot adapt at all.

But he is very diligent. This kind of person has a ruthless spirit in him. If he persists, he will actually achieve great results in the future.

But... what is the most important quality in a medical practitioner?

Medicine?
Of course, medical skills are important.

But what matters is quality, compassion, tolerance and tolerance.

Doctor Feng put down the manuscript paper in his hand, took out his phone, and called He Qi.

He Qi does not have a phone, but he does have an old-fashioned pager that does not have a Chinese display function and can only receive call messages.

After Dr. Feng Shen finished his call, he sat in the pharmacy and waited.

After a while, I received a call from He Qi.

When He Qi heard from his master, he said he would be back soon.

It was approaching noon, and Uncle Li started to prepare lunch. Doctor Feng was in a bad mood. Uncle Li didn't know what to cook, so he could only make some simple meals as usual. He went to call Doctor Feng to come out for dinner, and Doctor Feng asked him to eat first.

Doctor Feng refused to eat, so Li Bo naturally wouldn't eat first. He was mixing food for the chickens in the yard, when He Qifeng came back from outside in a hurry.

He saw Uncle Li in the yard and asked, "Uncle Li, master is back?"

Li Bo replied, "Yes, I've been back for a while."

He asked, "How are you feeling?"

It was rare for He Qi to talk to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li glanced in the direction of the pharmacy and whispered, "You don't look good."

When He Qi heard what Uncle Li said, his expression was dark and unclear, "I'll go take a look."

When he entered the pharmacy, he saw Dr. Feng Shen sitting on a chair with a dark face. The air pressure in the entire pharmacy was horribly low.

He Qi's eyes turned slightly under his gold-rimmed glasses, and he said respectfully, "Master."

"Come back?" Doctor Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Well, I'm back." He Qi walked over and stood in front of him respectfully, with a polite smile on his face. He explained, "My cousin said he wasn't feeling well, so I went to check on him."

Doctor Feng didn't say anything, just looked at him.

His eyes were deep and complicated, and He Qi's originally indifferent and gentle face gradually became unbearable.

He missed Dr. Feng's gaze and looked for another topic, "Master, where have you been these two days?"

Doctor Feng still didn't answer.

Just stare at him.It was as if his face was showing off.

He Qi tried his best to remain calm and always had a smile on his face.

However, the slightly fluctuating eyes revealed his nervous heart at this time.

After a long time, Divine Doctor Feng spoke in a calm tone, "He Qi, how long have you been following me?"

He Qi didn't understand why he suddenly asked him this, but he still replied respectfully, "It's been two years."

"Two years is not a short time." Doctor Feng took another stack of He Qi's prescription papers from the table and flipped through them. After a few seconds, he looked at him with a deep look, "You work hard every day, and now you should be able to It’s time to leave, what do you think?”

Teacher?

He Qi's heart was suddenly startled, and he immediately replied, "Master, my medical skills are still very shallow, and it's still early for me to become a master."

For a broad and profound Chinese medicine practitioner, nothing can be learned in two years.

Although he was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine, his deceased father and grandfather were both doctors of traditional Chinese medicine.

But they only gave the local people a headache.

He has read a lot of medical books since he was a child, but has not yet applied what he has learned into clinical practice.

How could he be a disciple?

Doctor Feng said in an understated tone again, "Then do you think, with your current level, you can write a paper like your senior sister's?"

When the paper was mentioned, He Qi's eyes trembled fiercely.

Shouldn't it be...

He has been feeling very uneasy today.

The eyelids twitched violently.

Maybe it's because of a guilty conscience, and I always feel that something is going to happen.

But he quickly regained his composure and shook his head humbly, "Master, I can't write it."

He said, "Senior sister's paper is at the master level. Without decades of medical experience and understanding, it is impossible to write that kind of paper. I am still junior and do not have such great attainments for the time being. I hope to learn from my master. In a few years, I will be able to write astonishing works like my senior sister."

Although He Qi was praising Tang Min, the meaning behind his words was obvious.

How old is Tang Min to be able to write that kind of paper?
"Oh?" Divine Doctor Feng looked at him with raised eyebrows, half-smiling, "So, do you think she didn't write it herself?"

He Qi's eyes moved slightly, and he pretended to be panicked and denied, "Master, I didn't mean that."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Dr. Feng say, "Actually, you are right. She did not write the paper herself."

He Qi was shocked, "What?"

Wasn't it written by Tang Min?

That was...who wrote it?

He Qigang's face was full of confusion and he couldn't understand what was going on. Doctor Feng answered his questions considerately and said, "I wrote the paper."

His calm words hit He Qi on the head like an iron rod.

His head suddenly roared.

"Did you write it?" He Qi's face suddenly turned pale and his pupils shrank.

How can this be?

Why did the master suddenly write a thesis?

Since he wrote it, why lie to him?

"Yes, I wrote it." Doctor Feng wiped away the smile that did not reach his eyes, and his expression gradually became angry, "I submitted an article to a magazine, and the other party said that my paper was plagiarized. Someone had published that paper before me."

He Qi's face became paler and paler, and his fists clenched at his sides.

Although he tried his best to pretend to be calm, a layer of cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.

Dr. Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared with a meaningful tone, "I remember that no one else seemed to have read my paper except you."

(End of this chapter)