"It's natural to pursue an official position. However, what we care about the most is our health. "
Wu Wenxiang said emotionally, "Don't think that I'm being pretentious. I'm just expressing my feelings. Nowadays, as an official, the workload is high and the working hours are unpredictable. As the mayor, as long as something big happens in Summer City, I have to be the first to rush over. Other than work, there are also many social engagements. It's like a test of alcohol. In this way, health is especially important. Think about it, if you finally manage to get promoted, but your body fails, wouldn't it be all for naught? "
"That's true." Qin Lang nodded. "So, the officials nowadays are paying attention to their health?"
"Yes." Wu Wenxiang said, "Actually, it's not only now, it's the same in ancient times. However, the officials nowadays are paying more attention to their health. Other than a routine check-up twice a year, they are very particular about their daily diet. Especially after reaching a certain position, they pay more attention to their health. Not to mention other things, just the food alone is specially provided. They definitely have to eat organic food. However, diet alone is not enough. The key is to recuperate. I'm sure you know that when it comes to recuperating, Chinese medicine is definitely amazing. However, it's really hard to find a good Chinese medicine doctor, especially one who can be called a master. "
"So, that 'Master Lin' can be so arrogant just now?"
"He can't help it. Mr. Lin Wuchang is very 'famous'. Many high-ranking officials and rich people in An Rong City are fighting to invite him to recuperate. Therefore, this person naturally has some extravagance." Wu Wenxiang said.
"It doesn't matter if he has extravagance. I'm just afraid that he has no ability." Qin Lang snorted. "Oh right, how long do we have to wait here?"
"This … I can't say for sure." Wu Wenxiang was also very depressed. He drove a few hundred kilometers to flatter Lin Wuchang, but in the end, he didn't even get to buy a horse. He was directly sitting on the bench here and his limelight was stolen by a 'master'.
"Then you continue to sit here. I'll go down for a walk and eat something. If there's anything, you can call me. "Qin Lang had no interest in continuing to sit on the bench with Wu Wenxiang.
Although Wu Wenxiang wanted Qin Lang to stay, he knew that Qin Lang had a temper, so he didn't dare to force him to stay. So, Qin Lang went downstairs alone.
After traveling for more than an hour and sitting on the "cold bench" in the hospital for half an hour, Qin Lang was really hungry at this moment. Coincidentally, there was a small porridge noodle shop diagonally opposite the entrance of the hospital, so Qin Lang quickly walked over.
This congee noodle shop was very small, but business was good. It was better than the barbecue stalls next to it. After all, some patients liked to eat lighter food.
"Boss, four ounces of egg noodles, plus four fried eggs!" After sitting on the cold bench for so long, Qin Lang really wanted to eat a bowl of hot noodles.
"Okay!" When the proprietress heard that Qin Lang actually ate four fried eggs, although she was a little surprised, she was quite happy in her heart. This noodle shop relied on these two yuan fried eggs to make money.
"Boss, give me a bowl of green vegetable porridge." After a while, Qin Lang heard someone shout. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged woman in ordinary clothes, but she gave a dignified and luxurious feeling. She was asking the boss to give her a bowl of green vegetable porridge to take away.
The reason why Qin Lang paid attention to her was that he felt the same temperament as Song Wenru from this woman, but the difference was that this woman didn't have the arrogance of Song Wenru.
"Uncle, your egg noodles." At this time, a little girl about nine years old brought a bowl of hot egg noodles to the table in front of Qin Lang. This little girl seemed to be a little malnourished, and her face was a little sallow.
"Little girl, call me brother from now on." Qin Lang was really depressed. He thought to himself, Am I really old? In the eyes of this innocent little girl, I actually became an uncle?
A virgin uncle, it's really sad.
The little girl smiled sweetly and turned around to help her parents.
"Ouch ~"
The little girl just walked a few steps, suddenly cried out in pain, then held her stomach and squatted on the ground. Then she curled up on the ground, obviously because the pain was unbearable.
"Baby, what's wrong?" The proprietress rushed over.
"Mom … My stomach hurts … hurts …" The little girl was in so much pain that her lips were trembling.
"Hurry up and send her to the hospital!" The person who was eating said.
"Yes! Send her to the hospital! "
"…"
"Let's go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine." The proprietress hesitated and said, "The child is not insured. If we send her to the hospital, she might have worked for two months in vain. Let's buy some medicine first."
"What's wrong with you, hurry up and send the child to the hospital. Don't delay — this child is in so much pain, it might be acute enteritis, appendicitis, or something like that. Hurry up and send her to the hospital!" The middle-aged woman persuaded. She seemed to have some medical knowledge. Seeing that the little girl was in so much pain, she seemed to be more worried than the little girl's parents.
"Appendicitis, we still have to operate …" The proprietress sighed, her tone full of helplessness and conviction.
From the way the proprietress and the proprietress's family dressed, Qin Lang guessed that they probably came from a poor place, or this small shop was all they had. It was not that the proprietress did not care about his child, but perhaps it was because of his financial ability.
"Don't delay, I'll pay for this little girl's medical fees!" The middle-aged woman said in a low voice.
"This little girl doesn't have appendicitis, she has a roundworm burrowing into her gallbladder — little girl, do you hurt here?" Qin Lang pointed to the little girl's upper abdomen.
The little girl cried out in pain and nodded.
"A roundworm burrowing into her gallbladder? All the more reason to send her to the hospital! She must be treated with an infusion, okay? We still have to operate on her! Hurry up and send her to the hospital across the street! "The middle-aged woman urged.
"There's no need for an operation, as long as the roundworm comes out of her gallbladder — Shh!" Qin Lang said. He didn't give any further explanation. Instead, he used the insect flute to make a rhythmic 'whistle'. Strangely enough, after listening to the whistle, the little girl's pain quickly subsided. After two or three minutes, she stood up and said, "Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore! It really doesn't hurt anymore. Uncle, thank you. "
"Can you call me brother?" Qin Lang smiled bitterly, then asked the proprietress, "How long has it been since your child took insect repellent? Children need to take insect repellent once every six months to a year. Look at this child, her face is so pale, who knows how many roundworms are growing in her stomach. Although the roundworm has retreated from her gallbladder to her intestines, it's only a temporary relief. Later, go to the pharmacy to buy two pieces of insect repellent, it won't cost much. Make sure the child eats less raw food in the future … "
"Thank you! Thank you! " Seeing that her daughter's stomach was no longer hurting, the proprietress naturally thanked Qin Lang profusely. Then, she said, "Maybe it's because she used to drink raw water in my hometown, this child is really worrisome … Thank you so much. How about this, I won't charge you for this bowl of noodles today. "
"That won't do." Qin Lang insisted on paying the money, and the proprietress immediately went to the pharmacy to buy insect repellent for the child.
When the other people who were eating saw that Qin Lang had actually "whistled" to treat someone, they were secretly amazed. However, some of them thought that it was unbelievable. They felt that this kid, Qin Lang, was purely a dead cat that had met a blind mouse. They had never heard of a roundworm being "hypnotized" by whistling.
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