Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Chapter 195 Selling Flour Balls

"Isn't the purpose of life to eat well and dress warmly? Why should I be ashamed? Master, don't you want to eat delicious food too~"

He was so bold that he even dared to confront his master. He is doomed now.

Then he heard Elder Feng say lightly, "You have a point, but I think your medical skills still have a lot of room for improvement. I will give you some homework when we get back. Remember to complete it when you return to work."

Song Sirui looked at his master in confusion. Why did he suddenly bring up this? He was so old, and he still had to do homework like his son!

However, he did not dare to refute his master regarding medical matters and could only sit there dejectedly with his head lowered.

An Xueyan covered her mouth and laughed secretly, without reminding her third senior brother that this was a war between master and disciple, so she would not get involved.

"I'm going to make medicine." He said this and ran to work.

After a while, Song Sirui said happily: "I will go find Uncle Liu and ask him to teach me how to make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. Then I will go back and make it myself."

Mr. Feng waved his hand: "Whatever you want~"

You can't even cook a home-cooked meal, and you actually want to cook a big dish. What the hell is this?

But he didn't point it out, letting Lao Liu teach him. At an old age, one must learn to face reality.

The next morning, the master and his two disciples were taken to the hospital by Wang Zhenying for a follow-up examination for Yan Chen.

When we arrived at the ward, Yan Chen was exercising with the help of an iron frame. After lying in bed for so long, his body needed a period of recovery before it could be like a normal person.

Yan Chen's forehead is now covered in sweat, and veins are bulging on his hands. He is gritting his teeth and persevering. It can be seen that he has been practicing for a long time.

Wang Zhenying quickly walked over to support the man and said with concern: "Brother Chen, recovery also takes time, don't be too anxious."

"I am measured."

Yan Chen also stood up straight with his strength and looked at their master and disciples.

He nodded to them with a smile and said, "I have to trouble Grandpa Feng again today."

An Xueyan looked up at him. Although she was smiling, she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "Lie down first and let me take a look at you."

Yan Chen, lying on the bed, hesitated for a moment but still asked expectantly, "Grandpa Feng, is it true that my body can't recover to its previous state?"

Elder Feng said without hesitation, "I can't do anything. My acupuncture this time was supposed to be combined with the internal medicine. If there's a problem with the medicine, the treatment effect will be compromised. You're lucky to be able to wake up and be like an ordinary person now."

After hearing this, disappointment flashed across Yan Chen's face for a moment, but soon his eyelids drooped and his long eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes.

Mr. Feng knew that the truth always hurt people, but he was a doctor and he couldn't lie to people when he knew it was impossible.

The despair after giving hope is the most painful. It is better to accept the reality from the beginning.

Wang Zhenying took his pulse and comforted him, "Brother Chen, don't be discouraged. Even if you transfer to a local job, you will still serve the people."

Yan Chen turned to look out the window and said with a complicated expression, "I know, but I feel a little uncomfortable when I think about leaving the job I love."

Just as An Xueyan was standing by the window, she turned around and saw Yan Chen's deep eyes. He must not be as relaxed as he said. As a former excellent soldier, the other party quickly noticed her gaze.

Yan Chen's gaze also fell on An Xueyan, and he smiled at her with clear eyes.

He asked, "Why are you looking at me like that, little girl?"

An Xueyan raised her eyebrows and asked, "...How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"

The room is so small, and he's a patient, so isn't it normal for people to look at him? This question is so strange...

Her expression, as if to say, "Are you lying there stupidly?", made Yan Chen choke.

"You were standing by the window and I looked up, and you came into my sight. But it seemed like you stared at my face for a long time, so I was curious. What were you thinking when you looked at me? Tell me and I'll give you some candy, how about that?"

An Xueyan said with a smile: "I just see that you have some fat on your face now. Do you eat meat every meal?"

"My family is worried about my health, so they used all the meat coupons to buy meat for me." Yan Chen looked at An Xueyan and answered. He just felt for a moment that the little girl's eyes seemed to see through his heart, so he asked the previous question.

But now it seems that it might be his illusion. He is too sensitive now. He is just a child.

"How about I treat you to a delicious meal at the state-owned restaurant when I get better?"

Song Sirui, who was standing next to him, curled his lips when he heard this. His junior sister was not that interested in meat and only ate the food that tasted the best.

An Xueyan refused without any regrets: "No, I might not be in Beijing when you are discharged from the hospital. I want to go home."

She didn't want to accept this person's invitation, and she didn't want to get close to the Yan family right now. Trouble!

Before Yan Chen could say anything else, Elder Feng finished his diagnosis and said, "You've been over-exercising recently, which isn't good for your recovery. Exercise in moderation. I'll give you a new prescription, and you'll drink it every day."

"I also have Peiyuan Pills here. They'll be more effective if taken together, but you'll have to buy them separately. Take two pills a day. You can try a course of treatment, which lasts one month and costs 1 yuan for 180 pills. Of course, you don't have to take them, but your recovery will be slower."

At this time, Mr. Feng was especially like those people who sell health products, and would deceive patients as soon as he got ahold of them.

An Xueyan turned her head to look out the window and grinned silently, trying not to laugh out loud. Although what her master said was true, she couldn't help but think of the flour ball seller.

Yan Chen didn't hesitate to hear what Mr. Feng said, and said directly and decisively: "I'll buy it."

Still worried, he asked, "Grandpa Feng, is one course of treatment enough? Do I need to take it for a longer period of time?"

He has money and doesn't mind eating more as long as it's good for his health.

Feng Lao said frankly: "According to your current physical condition, you can take it for half a year."

It costs more than 1000 yuan for half a year. Most people definitely can't afford it, but the Yan family doesn't care about this little money.

Yan Chen ordered a six-month supply of medicine on the spot, but Mr. Feng only said that he would give him three months' supply first. He would make the rest separately and send it to him in two months.

In the end, it was Wang Zhenying who sent it back to them and took back the three months' supply of Peiyuan Pills.

Because Song Sirui's train was at 4 p.m., a few people went out at noon and ordered two extra dishes as a farewell party for him.

An Xueyan also gave some of her newly made self-defense and first aid medicines to her third senior brother.

She warned him, "These medicines are very useful in critical moments. Brother, you must keep them safe. If they are useful, you can come to me to buy more. As we are from the same sect, I can give you a 20% discount."

Song Sirui looked at the notes on the bottles that had the names of various medicines and their functions written on them.