Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

It is basically completed, but there is a legitimate job, Song Qingshan doesn't care how much the salary is.

It's just to make a fool of the system rewards.

Although the system's rewards are all specially processed, in addition to the pills and medical skills, there are also medicinal materials in the elixir garden.

Other items are traceable.

Even if he was hunted down, he would not be found to be suspicious.

But just to be careful.

Having a secure job can still save a lot of trouble.

Next.

Song Qingshan began to consider opening a Chinese medicine hall in the medical room.

Get famous first.

Then step by step to expand the influence.

Waiting for the big time to come.

Make your own medicine hall bigger and stronger, and create brilliance.

At least with those famous centuries-old brands.

Sit on an equal footing.

In fact, Song Qingshan is not only for making money, relying on the medicinal materials in the Spiritual Medicine Garden is enough to make him live comfortably.

Just as a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Who doesn't want to be famous forever?

Song Qingshan also has such an ambition, so he wants to create a miracle.

Start with a hundred-year-old body.

Start the journey of your own generation of genius doctors.

Of course.

There is still a long way to go to achieve this in this age of information occlusion.

Fortunately, Song Qingshan has enough life span.

"Should I first consider marrying a wife, having a few children, and inheriting the mantle?"

Song Qingshan talked to himself.

After improving his body with the three elixirs, the little brother who had been silent all this time gradually had a tendency to speak.

Song Qingshan thinks.

After the Guyuan Pill's medicinal effect evaporates for a while, it should be able to consummate the marriage normally.

Just myself a centenarian.

Want to marry a daughter-in-law....

Older ones definitely won't work, and marrying a younger one will inevitably lead to gossip and criticism.

Hinder weathering.

but.

Song Qingshan felt that there should be no big problem.

50s.

Many people's ideas are still stuck in the old days. In the Republic of China more than ten years ago, there were still many young girls who married old landlords, Lao Cai.

As for now.

Advocate free love and oppose arranged marriages.

As long as both parties agree to legal compliance.

Marriage is free.

As long as you have money, are you afraid you won't be able to marry a wife?

Song Qingshan still didn't believe it.

"Master, is there really nothing wrong with your body? I went out just now, and many people were talking about you."

"It is said that you are a flashback."

"There are still people who treat you as an old miracle doctor, a living god."

Zhang Yilin sent Director Li away, and found that the employees in the factory were all talking about his master.

Some rumors seemed absurd to him.

The reincarnation of gods has come out.

"Doctors, save lives and heal the wounded, don't care about those gossips."

"Just do your part."

"As for my physical condition, it won't be a problem to live another ten years."

For this half apprentice.

Song Qingshan knew his character, and he was a person who knew how to repay his kindness.

So there is no defense.

Some things can be said without reservation.

Come back this time.

Song Qingshan was going to formally accept him as a disciple, and was going to teach him some lost medical skills.

After all, I want to live forever.

A good assistant is also needed, and Zhang Yilin is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Master is right."

Zhang Yilin nodded solemnly, and at the same time was shocked.

A doctor knows his own body best.

Master said that he could live for more than ten years.

That's almost 120 years old. Such a long-lived person is rare in the world.

There are also two nurses in the medical room.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

One is lively and cute, and the other looks much calmer.

But the two little girls seem to be very afraid of this grandpa who is not angry and arrogant.

Never dared to speak forward.

Song Qingshan had never seen these two girls before, so they should have been newly recruited in the past two years.

Song Qingshan also ignored it.

"Come here today to say hello first, and come to work officially tomorrow."

"You get someone to clean up."

"I'll go back first."

Song Qingshan had two things to do on this trip.

Arrange work in the factory.

Very well.

Another thing is to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some daily necessities, and another is to get some rice and meat back.

My stomach is empty.

There is no oil or water at all, and 30 catties of meat can be eaten well.

"Good master, do you need me to ride you off?" Zhang Yilin asked.

"No need, you are busy with your work."

Song Qingshan waved his hand.

Then out of the infirmary, out of the rolling mill, into the big market.

It was not until seven or eight o'clock in the evening that I returned to the courtyard with the snakeskin bag on my back.

"Mom, that old bastard is back."

Song Qingshan just walked to the front yard.

Jia Dongxu, who had been paying close attention to Song Qingshan's movements, immediately shouted excitedly.

"Finally home."

"I thought he had frozen to death outside."

Jia Zhang is now very worried about Song Qingshan's life and death, and the plan has not yet started.

If only he died first.

It was all in vain.

There was a lot of blood today, and Qin Huairu, a country girl, ate three big white steamed buns from her house.

Jia Zhang's heart ached.

"Huairu, it's up to you from now on, just follow what I just told you."

"Ah."

Qin Huairu nodded reluctantly.

In fact, she regretted it when she was full.

To deceive a centenarian is too immoral.

But cannibalism is soft but hands are short.

She could only bite the bullet and resign herself to fate.

10 Qin Huairu, who came to the door late at night, died of hunger

"Huairu, if that old man does something to you..."

"what???"

"Forget it, it seems that I was really fooled by his slap today."

"I'm actually worried that a 100-year-old man has this ability."

Jia Dongxu, I want to remind Qin Huairu to be more careful, An realizes that the other party is a centenarian.

All worries are unnecessary.

And look stupid.

"Be careful when you knock on the door later, and speak softly when you speak, so as not to scare the old man to death."

Jia Dongxu changed his tone and reminded Qin Huairu.

That's what to worry about.

"Dong Xu is right in reminding you, try to be gentle, and don't go to the funeral before the marriage." Jia Zhang echoed.

The couple were also heartbroken.

"I, I remember."

Hearing what their mother and son said, Qin Huairu, who was originally reluctant, suddenly became nervous.