Sister, you miss me

He Kun smiled heartily: "Then I will arrange it. Xiao Yang just stopped his homework for half a year. I think he should be able to keep up with his qualifications. Therefore, let him be in the same class as Xinxin. "

"Thank you county magistrate..." Yang Zhantian was very excited.

"Lao Yang." He Kun smiled: "You don't need to think about it. If there are any difficulties in life, just ask me."

Yang Feng said, "Major He, I don't say thank you for the great grace, I will keep it in my heart."

"Okay!" He Kun looked at Yang Feng who was neither humble nor arrogant, nodded slightly, glanced at his watch, and said: "Excuse me for so long, we should also go."

Yang Zhantian immediately said, "The head of County He is coming, or else stay in the humble house for a casual meal."

"Hehe, another day, I think there will be a chance." He Kun said, and walked out.

"Xiao Feng, send it off to Mayor He quickly." Yang Zhantian said, and together with Yang Feng, he sent He Kun and his daughter out of the door.

Red Fox disappeared at the end of his field of vision, Yang Zhantian's face turned cold, and he turned and walked into the clinic.

Seeing his father change his face, Yang Feng knew that there were some things to face and some things to be said. He sighed and followed into the clinic.

Yang Zhantian sat on the wooden backrest chair, took out the glasses cloth and wiped the myopia, then looked at his son, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"You... let me say what?" Yang Feng said with a smile on his face.

"The genius doctor? My son has actually become the genius doctor, but I am an old man who knows nothing!" Yang Zhantian sneered: "As far as I know, I have never taught you anything, do you really know medical skills?"

"Of course I don't understand."

"Then Magistrate He..."

"Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding."

Yang Zhantian pondered for a moment. He knew very well that there is absolutely no quick shortcut to a path of medicine. It requires decades or even a lifetime of research and accumulation.

Yang Feng is his son, who knows him as his father. Of course I know what his son is. He can't even use a stethoscope or a blood pressure monitor, let alone get his pulse. Can he become a genius doctor?

There must be some misunderstanding.

Feeling his father's shaking, Yang Feng changed the subject again: "Okay, Dad, we don't want to think about this. Good things have been going on recently. We just need to live our lives well, and there is no need to think about other things."

"Yes, you can go to school, but I don't care about my father's thoughts. There are medical books in the store. If you really want to learn, you should read it yourself." Yang Zhantian did not continue to struggle with this problem.

"Doctor Yang, I have another migraine. Give me some pain tablets." A silver-haired old woman stumbled and pushed the door in, looking painful.

Yang Feng immediately supported her: "Grandma Wang, sit down."

This grandmother Wang is the grandmother of Zhu Rongrong, who was born in Yang Feng.

Yang Zhantian hurriedly got Grandma Wang's pulse, and after taking it for a long time, she didn't find out. So, over there, Grandma Wang has been yelling.

"Grandma Wang, this is too much to eat painful tablets, it is not good for the stomach!" Yang Zhantian said earnestly.

Grandma Wang shook her head and said, "What should I do? I am afraid that this illness will continue to follow me to death. It is so sad, it is better to die."

"Hey..." Yang Zhantian was also helpless, opening the counter to find the painful film.

Yang Feng moved in his heart and said, "Dad, don't you know how to get a needle? A migraine is also called a headwind. A few needles might help."

Yang Zhantian knows acupuncture and he has given Grandma Wang before, but it has been ineffective.

Now that his son mentioned it, he hesitated for a while.

Grandma Wang grinned in pain, but she kept waving her hands: "No need to stick, the more people stick, the more vacant they are, and it doesn't get better."

Yang Feng shook his head and smiled: "Grandma Wang, listen to me, let my father give you two injections, it is better than taking painkillers."

Grandma Wang thought for a while, but there was some truth in it, and nodded: "Then get two shots, no more medicine."

So Yang Feng helped Grandma Wang sit upright, and after Yang Zhantian disinfected the silver needle on the alcohol lamp, he began to put the needle on the top of his head.

Using this time, Yang Feng quietly began to absorb the sickness in Granny Wang's body.

Yang Feng had a strange feeling that the sickness of Grandma Wang was of a different type from that of his father. As for the specific difference, he couldn't tell.