The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

At noon, Li Donglai hadn't had time to go to Section Chief Zhou Dao's appointment.

He was taken to a small villa by a black car.

The driver helped open the car door, and the patriotic businessman whom he had seen at the banquet was standing at the gate.

"Doctor Li, I'm really sorry to have invited you here during my busy schedule." Lou Bancheng greeted him with a smile, "It's just that recently, my back hurts so badly. I heard from Da Mao that your medical skills are superb. disturbed."

"You're welcome, I'm a doctor. A doctor's job is to treat patients."

Li Donglai followed Lou Bancheng into the villa and habitually looked at the environment.

Compared with its own home, it can be described as luxurious here.

The sofa is an all-inclusive one, and it looks big, strong, and bulky.

The sofas are also covered with white and blue-edged bags, which are very eye-catching.

Between the two single sofas is a small coffee table with a dark red lacquer finish.

On the opposite side is the double sofa, which looks like a small conference room.

A wall clock more than one meter long and two feet wide hung on the snow-white wall.

The wooden case was painted a dark red lacquer, and the dial of the clock was cream-white, and below it hung a pendulum with a steel tone, and the pendulum went tick tock.

Seeing that Li Donglai was interested in the wall clock, Lou Bancheng laughed: "How about it, magic capital, only use the clockwork once a day."

The magic capital is really a status symbol.

Li Donglai nodded lightly: "Good thing."

Lou Bancheng was a little disappointed by his calmness.

When Xu Damao saw this tall alarm clock for the first time, his eyes almost fell.

. . .

Chapter 97 Lou Bancheng

In the rolling mill hospital, Li Donglai often heard people mention Lou Bancheng.

Of course, his name is often followed by titles such as rolling mill director, patriotic capitalist, and the like.

Li Donglai has always been curious as to why Lou Bancheng did not resign as a director after the public-private partnership of the rolling mill, and let it go completely.

Are you reluctant to pay that huge dividend?Still can't let go of power?

Looking at the furnishings in the villa, Li Donglai understood.

Gundam luxury table clocks, leather sofas, red sandalwood wine cabinets, solid wood floors, which are standard for big capitalists.

Not too much.

The point is, there isn't even a single frame on the wall.

Really not afraid of death.

This only shows that Lou Bancheng does not seem to realize that the wind is about to blow.

Or maybe he didn't think the storm was enough to bring down his entrenched tree.

Come to think of it.

Lou Bancheng is a big capitalist who can make such a big business in the chaotic situation before liberation.

You must have an almost superstitious belief in your own abilities.

But, he didn't know that there was another kind of wind in the world called a tornado.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Li Donglai.

He is just a doctor.

After seeing the patient, the two have nothing to do with each other.

Concentrating his thoughts, Li Donglai put the medical box on the mahogany coffee table: "Director Lou, let's start quickly. I have to go to work in the afternoon."

Lou Bancheng waved his hand: "Little comrade, don't worry."

Then he turned his head and shouted, "Mother Wu, take some tea leaves I brought from Yunnan and make them for Dr. Li."

He sat on the sofa with a big belly and looked proud: "Little comrade, my tea is taken from the mother tree. It produces so many taels every year. You are considered lucky today."

During the conversation, a girl with a light blue skirt came out with a teacup.

"Comrade, would you like some tea?"

Lou Bancheng's face became gloomy: "Xiao'e, you are not staying in the room, what are you doing out? Where is Wu Ma?"

"Dad, it's a new world now, and you have to do the same thing as a feudal patriarch. I'll go to the street office and report you!" Lou Xiao'e pouted.

"Report me? You, you, you go!"

"You think I dare not go?"

Lou Xiao'e blushed with anger, turned around and walked out the door.

A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth came out of the side room and stopped in front of her.

"Girl, absolutely can't do it, absolutely can't do it!"

"No, I'm going to report it!"

. . .

"Go quickly, if you don't go, you are not my daughter."

The two were caught in the tension, and Lou Bancheng was still clamoring on the side.

Li Donglai picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Hey, it is fragrant, sweet in the mouth, rich and sweet.

It really has the taste of Kang Shuai Fu Bing Tea.

Soon, a small cup of tea was finished.

The pulling of the door also decides the winner.

The little girl surnamed Lou finally returned to the house.

. . .

Lou Bancheng blushed like a pig's liver, and returned to the living room angrily.

"Doctor Li, please forgive me."

Li Donglai put down the teacup and smiled lightly: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to read, so hurry up and help you see a doctor. I have to go back in the afternoon."

Lou Bancheng seems to have no interest in showing off.

He picked up his clothes, pointed to his waist, and said, "My old waist has been sore all the time."

Healing, I am a professional.

Li Dong started the barefoot doctor system.

Patient Lou Bancheng.

The cause of kidney deficiency.

Diagnosis and treatment plan: *** [effect has been strengthened]

Bonus Points: 1 point

Current points: 530 points.

. . .

kidney. ． ． ．

Very false. ． ． ．

Li Donglai subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet next to him.

There are more than ten bottles of medicinal wine in the cabinet, which are soaked in, ginseng, dog whip, bull whip, horse whip. ． ．There is also an unknown, terrifyingly large black lump.

A big capitalist who can take supplements as a meal will have kidney deficiency, or is it very weak?

Before liberation, did this guy live in the Bada Hutong all year round and listen to music in Goulan when he had nothing to do?

Of course, a doctor treats and saves people, and does not need to judge a patient's character.

Lou Bancheng, who was sitting across from him, was a little flustered when he saw Li Donglai looking at him up and down with strange eyes.

"Doctor Li, is my disease not cured?"

"I don't know the pulse, how do I know?"

It's not so scary if you have to do a full set of dramas.

Li Donglai asked Lou Bancheng to stretch out his arm, put his fingers on the pulse, and closed his eyes.

He shook his head from time to time, retracted his fingers after 5 minutes, assumed the posture of an old doctor, and said slowly, "You have kidney deficiency."

Lou Bancheng was suspicious: "Kidney deficiency? To tell you the truth, Dr. Li, I eat ginseng every day, and my kidneys are weak? Now I can last for two hours every night. You say I have kidney deficiency?"

"It's not what I said, it's what your body told me." Li Donglai said.

Lou Bancheng still shook his head.

Over the years, he has basically seen all the famous doctors in the capital, and no doctor has said that he has kidney deficiency.

Is this little doctor bluffing?

This man really has an inexplicable self-confidence.

Li Donglai asked in a slow voice, "Apart from your backache, is the sole of your foot as painful as stepping on ice? Occasionally, you may experience dizziness, tinnitus, and even vision rotation, nausea, and vomiting."

This. ． ． ．

Lou Bancheng's eyes widened a little bit, his mouth slowly opened, and a suspicious voice squeezed out of his throat: "You...why...you know?"

"I'm a doctor." Li Donglai tactically leaned back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"..."