Editor: Henyee Translations
Shao Qingyuan nodded and said a few words to the owner of the dical center. Then, he looked at Yang He. The people here were still waiting for treatnt, so it was more urgent. "What are your plans?"
Yang He knelt on the ground with a thud. "Doctor Shao, please save my grandfather’s life."
There was no need for such a big courtesy. The corners of Shao Qingyuan’s mouth twitched as he helped him up.
"Since you trust , I’ll give you a prescription. You can go and get the dicine. Don’t worry, it’s not expensive."
"Then when will my grandfather wake up?" When Yang He heard his words, he imdiately relaxed, but he was still a little excited.
"Imdiately." As Shao Qingyuan spoke, he took out the acupuncture bag at his waist, pulled out the silver needles inside, and pricked the back of the old man’s head twice.
Yang Zhifu, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
Seeing that his wife and Yang He were both there, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Yang He cried tears of joy. "Grandpa, you’re finally awake. That’s great."
Zhou Han and the boss had been watching from the side. At this mont, they asked, "What’s going on?"
Shao Qingyuan briefly explained the situation. Then, he looked at the doctor who had curled up in a corner without saying a word.
The owner of the clinic blushed when he heard that. He suddenly turned his head and glared at the doctor. "Doctor Li, I invited you back to the clinic because your dical skills are not bad. I didn’t expect that although your dical skills are good, your character is worrying. My clinic’s reputation for more than ten years is about to be ruined in your hands. No wonder there are fewer patients in our clinic these days. It’s because of you."
Doctor Li’s face turned red from the reprimand, but he still defended himself unwillingly. "This is a misunderstanding. I was in a hurry just now. I... I misdiagnosed."
This stranger was from the capital and was a doctor taught by the head of the Imperial Hospital, so he didn’t dare to say that he didn’t know anything.
However, his boss was even angrier when he heard this. "Misdiagnosed?? In that case, not only is your character bad, but your dical skills are also very bad?"
Doctor Li was speechless.
The owner heaved a sigh of relief and suppressed the disgust on his face. "Alright, you don’t have to explain anymore. I know everything. Our dical center is small and can’t accommodate a big shot like you. Go pack up and go ho."
Doctor Li widened his eyes in disbelief. "Boss."
"Hurry up and leave before I pursue your previous actions. Otherwise, we can settle our previous scores and see how many tis you’ve had such ’misdiagnoses’."
He emphasized the last two words. Doctor Li’s face turned pale and he did not dare to say anything else. He quickly lowered his head and ran away.
After he left, the boss heaved a sigh of relief and cupped his hands at Shao Qingyuan, who was bandaging Yang Zhifu’s wound. "I’ve embarrassed myself in front of Young Master Shao."
"Boss is a kind person." Shao Qingyuan could tell that this person was not bad.
When he said that, the boss felt a little embarrassed.
Shao Qingyuan prescribed dicine. The first set was brewed in the dical center, so they couldn’t leave for the ti being.
The boss wanted to befriend Shao Qingyuan, so he invited them to the inner hall to talk.
Only then did Shao Qingyuan know that the owner of this clinic had a good relationship with Zhou Han.
Zhou Han had traveled extensively, especially shipping dicinal herbs for people, so he was familiar with this area. Therefore, the doctor of this clinic would occasionally ask Zhou Han to help him gather so rare dicinal herbs.
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