The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Li Donglai's expression was very similar to that of a programmer in his previous life.

The program works inexplicably, and the programmer does not know why.

However, he also did what a programmer should do.

Li Donglai scratched his head pretending to be distressed, "Uncle Hu, those herbs grow on the cliffs of the Qinjiagou mountains, and it is difficult to pick them. I have been saving for several years, and only a little..."

"Don't worry, I know that herbs are precious. I will pay for one or two herbs, and I will pay a dollar." Director Hu grinned.

"This, this, how embarrassed! You are my uncle, and I absolutely cannot ask for your money." Li Donglai quickly refused, "It's just that I have to go to work, and Qinjiagou is too far away..."

"Two dollars!"

"I haven't paid my salary yet, and I have to take a bus back to Qinjiagou."

"five yuan!"

"Uncle Hu, don't worry, I'll go back to Qinjiagou this weekend to help you pick herbs."

. . .

Chapter 28 Stir-fry, remember to put salt

With five dollars in his arms, Li Donglai walked out of the personnel office in a daze.

Does this make money?

Otherwise, my doctor won't do it.

Specially go up the mountain to collect herbs!

However, a gust of cold wind blew, and Li Donglai instantly woke up.

Although those herbs have some small effects, it is impossible to be as hard as iron immediately after taking them like the little blue pills in the previous life.

The reason why Director Hu was able to do it again may be due to psychological effects.

This is medically called the placebo effect.

The placebo effect sounds grand, but it's actually quite simple.

It is to give the patient a glass of boiled water and tell it that it is a good medicine for the disease, and the patient is likely to be cured because of it.

Especially in this kind of thing, the psychological factor has a great influence.

. . .

However, Li Donglai decided to go back to Qinjiagou on the weekend.

He missed the old scalper a little bit.

The happiest place in the world is a hospital.The saddest place in the world is also a hospital.

A scene of crying and laughing; as soon as the plot comes out, it is staged every day in the hospital, all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world.

Back in the internal medicine clinic, the corridor was already full of patients, and the air was filled with Xiao Su.

Ding Qiunan was very busy, and Li Donglai didn't feel embarrassed to bother.

It was not until noon that Li Donglai smiled and said, "Master, thank you this time."

"You're welcome, it's all a family." As soon as Ding Qiunan's words were out of his mouth, he felt that something was wrong.

She blushed and whispered, "I mean, you are my apprentice, and we are like a family."

"Understand, understand!" Li Donglai saw a clue from Ding Qiunan's eyebrows.

Feelings I was stared at by the master! !

U1S1, Ding Qiunan's conditions are first-class in Hongxing Rolling Mill.

No one came, the chest came first.

The man is gone, the butt is still there.

In the words of the matchmaker Zhang in Qinjiagou, this girl is like playing with ten or eight.

He has a good personality, and speaks in a gentle manner.

. . .

However, being targeted by the master made Li Donglai still a little unacceptable.

As the old saying goes, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father.

After being together, wouldn't the generation be in chaos.

Li Donglai's thoughts became more and more chaotic, and he muttered to himself, "Master wow, how can you do this."

His face flickered, and Ding Qiunan had already seen him.

Only then did she react and said angrily: "You haven't officially apprenticed to the teacher, what kind of master am I~"

Ding Qiunan blushed and ran out.

Li Donglai couldn't help laughing when he saw her shy appearance as she hid her face away.

Yes, I have never been a teacher.

Moreover, now pay attention to vertical new style, who dares to say that you can't marry a master!

Li Donglai made up his mind. ． ．

Ding Qiunan wandered around the corridor, muttering, "Damn Li Donglai, why are you so confused!"

"What's wrong with Dr. Li Donglai?" A head stuck out from behind her, startling Ding Qiunan.

She looked up and saw that it was nurse Liu Fang.

This is the big mouth of the hospital, so I can't let her know.

"Nothing, nothing." Ding Qiunan waved his hands again and again.

Liu Fang gave her a meaningful look and smiled, "Sister Ding, if you want me to tell you, you and Dr. Li are a good match."

"I think Dr. Li is also a fool. He doesn't understand women's minds. You might as well take the initiative to pierce that piece of paper."

Ding Qiunan didn't know how to answer for a while, and stared at Liu Fang with a blushing face.

Liu Fang smiled and patted her shoulder, "Sister Ding, I'm optimistic about you." After that, she left.

Ding Qiunan stood on the spot, bowed his head, shy, his face became even hotter, as if he was burned by fire.

At this time, the nurse Liu Fang ran up to her again: "Oh, sister Ding forgot to tell you, Dean Jiao asked me to inform Li Donglai, and to celebrate his official change, we will have dinner in the internal medicine clinic at night."

Speaking of the dinner, Liu Fang's eyes lit up.

These days, ordinary people only eat meat during the festivals. Rao is that they are doctors, and they belong to the technical profession. The wages are a little higher than that of ordinary workers, and they are reluctant to buy meat every day.

"Oh, okay." Ding Qiunan nodded.

Li Donglai's return to normal is indeed a matter of congratulations.

. . .

"Dinner?" Li Donglai shifted his gaze from the book to Ding Qiunan's blushing face.

Ding Qiunan tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Yes, this is an old rule in our internal medicine clinic. When new people join the team, they always have to have a big meal."

Since it was an old rule, Li Donglai didn't ask any more questions.

Do as the Romans do.

However, it is still necessary to find someone to inform the little sister that she should not leave food for herself at night, so as not to waste food.

At noon, Li Donglai came to the cafeteria with an aluminum lunch box to eat.

Silly Zhu is in charge, and his hands still haven't shaken.

I dug up a spoonful of radish vegetables and poured it into Li Donglai's lunch box.

Silly Zhu seemed to be in a bad mood and kept drooping his face.

This made those workers who came to fight for food not dare to say a word.

I can only helplessly look at Shi Zhu's hand, shaking, shaking.

Shaking like a horse vibrating pump.

. . .

To tell the truth, the craftsmanship of the silly column is really good.

It is rare to be able to cook radish vegetables without oil and water.

Li Donglai took the radish dish and swallowed the wotou in his stomach.

He stood in the sunlight at the entrance of the cafeteria, and when the workers were almost gone, he walked into the kitchen through the back door.

. . .

Inside the kitchen.

Silly Zhu sat on a chair with an enamel jar.

He squinted his eyes and hummed: "21-year-old widow, you're so disappointed,

Thinking of the slave's family, life is hard, and after passing the door, I committed a white skirt, and the head of the family died. . . "

The young apprentice Ma Hua caught a glimpse of Fatty and Liu Lan entering the warehouse to carry the noodle bags. He leaned over to the silly post and asked in a low voice, "Master, you said yesterday that you wanted to teach me the secret skills of a chef. What is it?"

Silly Zhu is an eighth-level chef and a descendant of Tan Jiacai. His cooking skills are number one in the rolling mill.

This unique knowledge is definitely not ordinary.

Silly Zhu opened his eyes and stared at Ma Hua: "Want to learn? Come, give the master a squeeze."

When Ma Hua heard it, there was a door.

He stood up behind the silly pillar and pinched it.

"A little above."

"A little bit below."

"Twinkle, are you a bitch? Use some force!"