Chapter 207 That was originally ours! (All orders require additional updates)
"Director Feng, I'll leave it to you this afternoon."
Fang Yan gave the cakes and keys to Director Feng of the street office at the entrance of the courtyard.
After the other party took it, he hurriedly said:
"Hey, Comrade Fang Yan, you are too polite."
This afternoon, Director Feng will be standing guard here instead of Fang Yan, waiting for the staff to lay the natural gas pipeline here.
Although Feng Yan can still ask Director Feng to help without taking anything, it’s not surprising that there are many Li people.
After speaking, Director Feng asked:
"By the way, Comrade Fang Yan, when will you come back?"
Dialect said:
"I should be back before five o'clock, but if not, my fiancée will come over to get the keys."
"You should know the person you met last time, right?"
Director Feng nodded repeatedly:
"We know each other. How could we not recognize such a beautiful girl? Comrade Fang Yan is so lucky."
Fang Yan put on the motorcycle with a smile and said with a smile:
"Director Feng complimented me, so I'll leave first."
"Okay, let's go slowly." Director Feng waved goodbye to Fang Yan.
After Fang Yan left, Director Feng used the key to open the door of Fang Yan's courtyard, then took out a letter of cakes in his hand and handed it to the girl next to him:
"Come on, everyone who meets you has a share. Xiao Dai, take this piece of pastry and share it with the others."
Although it is easy to deliver cakes in dialect, ordinary people's families also buy and taste them during festivals. Such a cake is still very attractive to young people.
Xiao Dai quickly took it and said to Director Feng:
"Thank you, Director Feng!"
Director Feng waved his hand:
"Hey, it's okay. I'll be in the yard here in the afternoon, and you can do the work over there by yourself."
Xiao Dai knew that Director Feng was planning to fish in the yard in the afternoon, but she agreed simply after getting the cakes:
"Okay, I understand!"
"I will definitely do a good job!"
……
"I will definitely do a good job!"
Ten minutes later, Fang Yan saw Meng Jimin taking the lead in the clinic, shouting slogans to Dean Ouyang.
Fang Yan took one look at the several physiognomy books on his desk and felt a little inexplicably want to laugh.
It seems that Dr. Meng's business has declined recently and he was criticized by the leader.
Dean Ouyang was about to say something when he found that Fang Yan was at the door. He immediately greeted in surprise:
"Hey, the same dialect! What kind of wind brings you here?"
Fang Yan said with a smile:
"It's been a long time since I've been here. I'm going to the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine across the street later, so I stopped by to have a look."
After saying that, he picked up the cake in his hand:
"By the way, here are the pastries for you. One box for you and one for Dr. Meng."
Originally, both boxes were for Meng Jimin, but Fang Yan took one directly to the dean to help Meng Jimin out of trouble.
Dean Ouyang took the cake with a smile:
"Oh, come on, you're so polite."
Then he asked:
"By the way, I heard Dr. Meng say, are you getting married on National Day?"
Dialect nodded:
"Well, I plan to send you an invitation in a few days."
Dean Ouyang smiled and agreed:
"Okay, I will definitely come then."
After a few more pleasantries, Fang Yan smiled and asked Dean Ouyang:
"By the way, what mistake did Dr. Meng make?"
When Dean Ouyang heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he said with hatred:
"He recently said some... feudal and superstitious words to a patient. After being heard by a passing nurse, he complained to me."
"You said he would just treat the doctor, and even read people's faces..."
Fang Yan was stunned, was Meng Jimin in a daze?
Meng Jimin looked at Fang Yan with a pained expression, as if he had something to hide.
After Dean Ouyang finished speaking, he glared at Meng Jimin:
"Remember and do your job well!"
Meng Jimin lowered his head and said repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, I will definitely do my job well."
Then he lowered his voice a little and said a little aggrievedly:
"Actually... the patient was an acquaintance of mine. He saw the book on my desk and asked him casually. Then I chatted with him casually. I didn't want others to hear it and say that I engaged in feudal superstition... ”
Fang Yan finally understood after hearing this.
It's just people talking too much, and it's being listened to by people who shouldn't listen.
The dean glared at him, but seeing that Fang Yan couldn't say anything here, he said to Meng Jimin:
"This will never happen again!"
Meng Jimin hurriedly climbed along the pole:
"Understood! I promise there won't be a next time."
"Hmph..." The dean snorted coldly and said nothing more.
He glanced at the time on his watch and said to them:
"I still have a meeting, so I'll leave first." Meng Jimin said hurriedly:
"Okay, leader, walk slowly..."
Fang Yan also said to the dean:
"Dean, walk slowly."
Dean Ouyang pointed at Meng Jimin and said to the dialect:
"You can be considered half a senior brother, let's talk about him..."
Fang Yan nodded repeatedly and sent the dean out of the consulting room.
Meng Jimin waited until the dean left, then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Fortunately you came, otherwise I would still have to be criticized."
Dialect asked:
"Aren't you going to go to college? Why are you studying so much about physiognomy now?"
Meng Jimin walked to the door, closed the door to the consulting room, and then said in a low voice:
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"Not only do I study physiognomy, I also study Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, as well as the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes..."
As he spoke, he opened the drawer and showed Fang Yan the pile of books inside.
"..." Fang Yan was speechless, thinking that Meng Jimin had learned too much?
"You don't want to go to college?" Fang Yan asked.
Meng Jimin nodded:
"It's a test, but those things are not difficult for me. I can understand them at a glance, so I don't waste my energy on them."
He pointed to the book in the drawer:
“This is still challenging.”
Then he took a book and handed it to Fang Yan:
"Why don't you take it and take a look too?"
Dialect shook his head:
"Forget it, I'm not as talented as you in this area, and I still have several books at home that I haven't read yet."
Meng Jimin did not force it and asked in the dialect:
"By the way, where did you say you were going?"
Fang Yan pointed in the direction of the institute:
"Over the street, at the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Mr. Cheng came back from Shanghai and wanted to discuss some medical matters with me."
Meng Jimin was startled and asked in surprise:
"I haven't seen you for a week or two. Have you become a researcher there?"
"No." Fang Yan shook his head and explained:
"I have a medical record that used acupuncture to cure deafness. After the treatment, I gave a copy to Mr. Cheng. I guess he didn't understand it, so he came to me to take a look."
Meng Jimin squinted his eyes, and then asked tentatively:
"Mr. Cheng? Cheng Xinnong?"
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded.
"..." Meng Jimin was dumbfounded and asked:
"Why don't you listen to what you are saying?"
"Brother, I am one of the top acupuncture masters in the country. How can I not understand your medical records?"
Dialect said:
"He has never used ear area therapy. Is it normal that he can't understand it?"
Meng Jimin was startled, and it took him a long time to remember what it was, and asked:
"That's the one my master used last time, the foreign traditional Chinese medicine method?"
"What kind of foreign traditional Chinese medicine methods? That is our own!" Fang Yan responded.
Meng Jimin scratched his head and asked:
"Master, did he teach you?"
Fang Yan shook his head, Mr. Zhu didn’t understand it himself, he said:
"It was not taught by Mr. Zhu. I developed a perfect therapy based on ancient books. No one has ever used it in China."
Meng Jimin couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing this, and said speechlessly:
"Lao Fang, we are all acquaintances. We can be more sincere when chatting."
Fang Yan said seriously:
"I'm not bragging, really."
Looking at Fang Yan's serious expression, Meng Jimin was stunned for a long time before saying in surprise:
"Are you really famous?"
Dialect said:
"Actually, there is a therapy in ancient books. It just takes some effort to find it out."
"Foreigners can find them. How can I, a native Chinese, be worse than them?"
PS: After writing this chapter, I still owe everyone fifty-four thousand.
No more today, please be early tomorrow.
Lao Fengma is leaving tomorrow.
(End of chapter)