God-level son-in-law

Chapter 72 What I Treat Is Not a Disease, It's a Fate

Leng Qiurou was very resentful.

Why is this guy so handsome?
Not daring to hesitate, Leng Qiurou stood up, Pingting stepped forward, leaned her head on Bu Qingge's shoulder, and said foolishly: "Honey, you are here."

Crack, clack, countless shiny things fell on the floor of the box.

It was a broken heart.

Tong Xiwen patted his forehead: "So you are Qiu Rou's boyfriend."

The three words "boyfriend" fell into Bao Zhichen's ears, he stood up abruptly, rushed to Bu Qingge aggressively, stared at Bu Qingge viciously with his drunken eyes.

Who is this guy?What do you want?Bu Qingge put on a defensive posture subconsciously.

Bao Zhichen stretched out his hand, measured the height difference between himself and Bu Qingge, then stared at Bu Qingge's face, comparing the difference in appearance between himself and this man.

I'll go, the gap is so big!Bao Zhichen let out a long sigh.He returned to his seat, picked up a beer, and poured it into his mouth involuntarily.The beer dripped down and wet his clothes, but he didn't care about it.

Bu Qingge felt very baffled.

Leng Qiurou said with a sneer: "Don't worry about him, this guy is drunk and playing crazy."

Bu Qingge understood, oh, this is a love rival.It's still the kind of self-mutilation without doing anything by yourself, half-dead.

A war scum, who cares what he does?
Leng Qiurou took Bu Qingge's hand and sat down affectionately by him.

Everyone in the private room looked at this pair of Bi people, and felt envious, jealous, and hated in their hearts.

Only Bao Zhichen was still unwilling, he stared at Bu Qingge bitterly, got up suddenly, and plunged into the bathroom.After a while, he showed up with water all over his head and face.

Clenching his fists tightly, Bao Zhichen said to Bu Qingge with great fighting spirit: "I admit that you are handsome, but you can't take it for granted that you are handsome. I want to compare with you, and I want to prove to Qiu Rou that I am more suitable than you." she."

Bu Qingge glanced at him, and said lightly, "Compared to me?"

"In this world, people who are more handsome than me are not as talented as me, people who are more talented than me are not richer than me, and people who are richer than me are not as handsome as me. Compared with me..."

He kept silent, but everyone understood what he meant.That is, you are not worthy!

Leng Qiurou groaned from the bottom of his bones: "Ah, I can't take it anymore, this hateful bastard is so handsome even when he is arrogant!"

Being so scorned by others, Bao Zhichen blushed with embarrassment.He said: "My father's name is Bao Zhenggang, and Zhengxintang, the largest Chinese medicine center in Lingnan Province, is my father's. My father started from scratch, and opened Zhengxintang all over the country within 40 years..."

He said a lot, and the meaning in his words was: so what if you are excellent?I am the second generation rich, I will not compare with you, I will compete with you.

After finishing speaking, Bao Zhichen looked at Bu Qingge triumphantly.

Bu Qingge said with a shocked face: "You said your father is so good, you mean, I'll go, you want Rou'er to be your stepmother?"

You want Rou'er to be your stepmother?

To be a stepmother?
Everyone was dumbfounded, stunned, and then broke down.Then everyone laughed, leaning forward and backward, staggering from side to side.

Bao Zhichen was furious, his face was green and pale for a while.With a loud roar, he swung his fist violently, hitting Bu Qingge with one punch.

His fist was grasped by a large hand.

Bao Zhichen roared again, and swung his fist away.The big hand waved deftly, enveloping his fist as well.

Bao Zhichen was so angry that he pressed on with all his strength.

But that hand didn't move at all!

Picking up a glass of boiled water on the table with one free hand, Bu Qingge said coldly: "You are too impulsive, I need to help you sober up?"

Unexpectedly by Bu Qingge, Bao Zhichen, who was originally furious, calmed down. He shook his head and said, "No need, I will do it myself."

He took the cup from Bu Qingsinger, poured the cup of boiled water head-on, and poured it all over his head and face.

He bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry, I'm drunk, please forgive me."

Bu Qingge glanced at him in astonishment, but she had a higher opinion of him.

Tong Xiwen hurriedly smoothed things over: "What an offense, it's fate that everyone can get together. Right, handsome guy."

Bu Qingge nodded: "Of course. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Bu. I am studying at the Department of Chinese Medicine, University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Now I am your junior."

Tong Xiwen pursed her lips and smiled: "Brother Bu, you have to cherish your time at school."

She sighed: "When I was studying, I always felt that the food in the cafeteria was not good, the living conditions in the dormitory were too bad, the lectures taught by the teacher were so boring, and the exams were even more annoying. Only now did I realize that the food in the school was real. Well, it’s really cheap to live in, the happiest time is when you’re bored, and those naive love stories you talk about are actually the most precious.”

As soon as she said these words, everyone sighed, and for a moment everyone remembered the youthful years that were not so long in the past, and recalled every detail of the campus.

The atmosphere gradually warmed up.

After drinking for three rounds, Bao Zhichen raised his glass to Bu Qingge and said: "I heard from Qiurou that your medical skills are quite good. In this way, you will work in Zhengxintang after graduation. For Qiurou's sake, everything The treatment is favorable."

Bu Qingge frowned: "No need."

Bao Zhichen patted his chest: "You are my junior brother, who will I take care of if I don't take care of you?"

A few people responded, "Yes, that's right," "The squad leader is righteous," and a few people heard the condescension and even charity in these words, so they didn't say a word.

Bu Qingge's eyes narrowed slightly: "I appreciate brother's kindness. However, you Zhengxintang still can't afford me."

Bao Zhichen laughed and said, "The best old Chinese doctor in our Zhengxin Hall only costs 70 to [-] yuan a year. This amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for our family."

Bu Qingge said lightly: "I'm different from them. They cure diseases, but I cure lives! Everyone has only one life, and if life is gone, everything is gone. So the richer the person, his life The more valuable it is."

He looked at Bao Zhichen: "For example, you are the sole heir of Zhengxintang. If your life is hanging by a thread and only I can save you. Then how much are you willing to pay for it, 100 million, 1000 million, or [-] million?"

Bao Zhichen sneered and said, "At that time, I would be willing to pay any amount of money. But the question is, junior brother, do you have the ability?"

Bu Qingge said lightly: "There are many famous doctors around you, and you have been taking various decoctions since you were a child. If you are yin deficient, you can prescribe a prescription to nourish yin to match yang. If you have a strong fire, prescribe a prescription to warm yang to reduce fire. So from childhood to adulthood, your body is very good."

Bao Zhichen nodded complacently.

"However," Bu Qingge changed the topic: "The medicine is three-point poisonous. Moreover, the current Chinese herbal medicine cannot be cultivated or processed. At least [-]% of the ten percent of the medicine has problems. You blindly use the medicine to recuperate, and it seems that you have achieved the balance of yin and yang. , but in fact, the drug poison has damaged your liver. Go for a liver function test, your liver damage must be serious."

Bao Zhichen was shocked, and blurted out: "How do you know? I just did a liver function test the day before yesterday."

(End of this chapter)