Chapter 216: 冉 冉 旷 旷 诗 诗

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Diagnosis and treatment of trauma and other diseases are not the same, it is impossible to ask the pulse by the pulse, Yan Yan is not afraid of being looked at by the neck, but the trace of her full neck is hard to let people think.
But when I saw the weekly medical order, Yan Yan basically dispelled this concern. He is a 50-year-old old man with a slightly awkward back. He is wearing a light green round collar and wearing a black skull. His face is white and his muscles are slack. He has a deep gully and his eyelids are slightly drooping. I can't see his eyes. The state is neither arrogant nor humble. At first glance, it is the kind of person who sees everything except medical treatment.
Protecting patients is also one of the doctor's ethics, especially the doctor.
"Seventeen mother, come and see the medical order of Zhou."
Yan Yan and Rong Rong got up together and bowed to the medical order of the week. "The daughter of the child has seen the medical order of the week."
"The seventeen mothers have broken the old man." Zhou Yiling reached out and helped her up. "You don't have to be polite, you don't have to be polite."
Zhou Medical Order also mixed in the officialdom for decades. Although as a doctor, the medical order to the seven is already limited. He is also unable to participate in any social events, but as a medical order, he often deals with the court’s ministers, making him a deep-minded official. The way. The moment Xiao Xiao invited him to come, he already knew about the weight of Yan Yan, so he did not dare to neglect.
"The original Xiao Shilang came to the old man early in the morning, only because the old uploading husband asked the little princess's condition, this was delayed, and the seventeen mothers forgive me." Zhou Zhiming knew that Yan Yan did not know Xiao Yu's entrusted matter, but still explained. Again.
Taking care of the princess is a matter of people's family, and it is only a matter of human sentiment to see her hurt. I don't know how to answer it. I say more mistakes, so I sincerely said: "Weekday doctors are heavy."
Healing wounds naturally cannot be crowded. Zhou’s medical order requires everyone to wait outside in addition to the personal acolyte. This is also the meaning of Xiao Yu.
This is a small matter, and Yan Pingyu and others naturally copy it.
When the bandaging was untied, Zhou’s medical order turned a blind eye to the scar marks. He only saw the stitched wound and could not help but be surprised:
So the suture technique... I don’t know which one is doing?

With such superb medical skills, he does not need to come to the hospital. What Zhou Medical Order is best at is not medical trauma, although it is also very good, but can not be compared with Su Fu. The main thing is that people are killers. They are suffering from skin injuries at both ends of the day. They often take their own "experimental experiments". Practice makes perfect!
"Liu Qingsong." Since Su Fu himself did not reveal medical skills, Yan Yan was not good enough to puncture, but he could not say that he was sewing himself. He had to pull Liu Qingsong to stand up.
Zhou Medical Order knew Liu Qingsong, knowing that his medical skills were superior, so he did not doubt it, but his heart was secretly surprised. Xiao Shilang also clung to the seventeen mothers! Actually, I didn’t feel relieved by a doctor’s treatment. I also asked him to come back again.
And Xiao Yu does not let Liu Qingsong come, mainly considering his sexuality that is not a gossip. Once he sees the traces on his neck, he is afraid of bad things.
"Doctor Liu is also good at taking medicine. The wounds healed well. There is no need to dispense another medicine. Just look at the face of the seventeen mothers. It is about too much blood loss. It is necessary to make up the blood. The old man writes a prescription." Zhou Zhiling said.
Song Lan heard the words, immediately prepared a pen and paper on the outside.
Yan Yan Shi Lidao: "There are labor orders."
The medical doctor made a polite sentence and got up and went out. After writing the prescription, he said that he had something to do in his office and pushed him to eat.
Qi Pingyu personally sent a weekly medical order to go out and seize the opportunity to pull the relationship.
In the heart of Roche, there was some contradiction. From last night, she felt Xiao Yu’s affection for Yan Yan, and she was excited and worried. For her family, Yan Yan married Xiao Yu than to marry Cui's six rooms to add more help, Cui's six rooms, said to go out nice, but that pulse has been thin, except for Sang Suiyuan, no one A little person. Moreover, Sang Suiyuan's sexuality is casual, and it is not for the official's expectation. Such a person is re-excellent and has no benefit to Yu Pingyu's business.
And Xiao Shilang wants characters to have characters, to have a family life, and his appearance is also outstanding. He is the only one who is a wife. If he is not a wife, he will not be able to turn his face...
It’s better to go out and go to the cloud road and quietly give them two people and a character, in case of a relationship? The head of the cloud is calculated for Xiao Yu, and he must know his birth.
When Roh thought of this, he immediately ordered a gift, and it was not too late. She is going to visit the head of the cloud today.
After using the lunch, Yan Yan lay down for a while and sat down in the Xiyuan attic near the garden to see the plum blossoms.
The sun is very good, the bright red plums are particularly dazzling in the snow. The cold fragrance is overflowing, and when the wind blows, it can be smelled even in the attic.
"Mother, you used to love poetry before. Now the snow scene is so beautiful, why not play poetry?" The late green sees the face and is bored, reminds him.
Yan Yan has been saying for a long time: "Good advice."
It was really important to cultivate in ancient times, so Yan Yan tried to try it in my heart.
......
Ah, whose aorta was cut by a knife...
Sprinkle all the red plums...
Yan Yan shook his head, as if Tang poetry was not in this format, and what poetry is usually seen.
Try again--
The aorta was cut through the red plum, the red plum was full of shock, and the shock was difficult to supply oxygen, and it was difficult to supply oxygen to the brain.
It seems to be quite smooth? Yan Yan looked at the scenery outside with a look of awkwardness. How did she see how it felt, the bunch of dense red plum blossoms, like blood dripping on white practice.
Yan Yan didn't know if this was a poem. I thought about it for a long while. I felt that I must accept the criticism with humility. Moreover, the level of late green does not look high. I shouldn’t laugh at her, and I whispered myself to the late green. This "poetry".
After listening to the evening green, half a sigh: "Mother, there is red plum in the head, there is no snow? Is it not a lie? But the aorta, shock, what is so high, I want to come to be a good poem. Can such a beautiful scenery, how can Is it dead and dead?"
Yan Yan made her poem for the first time, and she said that she was very high in the late green. She was quite satisfied with her heart, but she was worried that she couldn’t understand the medical terminology, so she wrote down the poem and prepared to go. Ask the song blue.
It is said that the song blue is still very talented.
Just wrote it, I heard the outside pass, Xiao Shilang and Dr. Liu came to visit the disease.
Yan Yan put things under a stack of books on the side of the bookshelf, and asked them to come to the attic.
After a while, Jin Yunsheng and Xiao Yu and Liu Qingsong entered the small pavilion together.
Xiao Yu took a smudged official uniform and wore a black skull. He looked like a spirited man. He saw that his face was slightly better, and he let go of his heart.
When Yun Yunsheng saw the late green and the downstairs was about to go downstairs, he smiled and asked: "What are you doing?"
Late Green feels that Yan Yan has never been able to do an elegant thing since he recovered from illness in May, and he proudly said: "Mother is poetry."
"Oh?" The voice is Xiao Yu, a pair of black eyes with a smile to look at Yan Yan said: "Can there be a good sentence?"
Liu Qingsong also said that she wrote the verses of her predecessors. I want to let Yan Yan express it. It’s not the same people who have exported these chapters. However, the talent is compelling, there are fewer people here, although it is not enough, but the small test can always come, come and listen."
Yan Yan took Liu Qingsong’s glance and disappeared for two days. His temperament was even more cumbersome. Every move was full of mixed suffocation.
"Which is a good sentence, I will not make poems. It is better for you to make a few more, let me learn." Yan Yandao.
Liu Qingsong squinted, not channel: "How come?"
Yan Yan looked at him coldly, but also some guilty conscience, in fact, she also wants to find a poet to give a look, but for the first time poetry, she is afraid to take it out... After all, she has not been for many years Lost your face.
Jin Yunsheng said a few people to sit down. He wanted to say that he was playing a poem, but he thought that Xiao Yu was very busy, and he never said it.
Liu Qingsong was stalking around. The small pavilion was not big. There were only two bookshelves. There were not many books on it. It could be swept in a few eyes. He saw a corner of the paper and the color of the book paper at a glance.
Xiao Yu naturally saw it long ago, but since Yan Yan did not want to say it, he did not insist on asking.
Yan Yan discovered Liu Qingsong’s movements and he could stop it in the future. He saw him catching the book with a claw and said:
This book is good!

Immediately and very deliberately, I found that there was a piece of paper inside. "Hey, there is a word."
Said, picking up the paper on the ground, because he was determined to write a famous sentence, but he was embarrassed to show off, so he read the above without the brain: "The aorta was cut through the plum blossoms, Plum blossoms..."
Uh--
Liu Qingsong looked at the poems on the paper with a stunned look. After a reaction, a burst of laughter broke out.
He just had to laugh and smacked, laughing and patted his thighs, laughing straight into tears, his brain groaning, only to find that the atmosphere was wrong.
After fixing his mind, he turned his head and saw Yan Yan staring at him gloomyly. In the darkness of the dead, there was no slight mood swing, but people felt that the disaster was about to overturn, and Xiaoyun’s face was blank. Xiao Yu was holding the piece. The paper looks serious.
At the moment, Liu Qingsong stood up and slammed the table, and he said with amazement: "I have never seen such a wonderful sentence in the next ten years! It is really ecstatic! I am so happy! Jiulang, look at the artistic conception of this poem, It’s just that even the public is afraid that it’s hard to suppress the joy in your heart!

He said that he stopped his hand and sighed with a solitude that no one could move him. "You will not understand the movement of people like me who love poetry."
Liu Qingsong sighed with a hard smile, and sighed in her heart. The poems of Ms. Shi’s doctors are really not acceptable to ordinary people!
When Xiao Yan saw that Yan Yan was going to break out, he overtook his head and whispered something to her.
Yan Yan stunned for a moment, and left behind a anger, asked: "Really?"
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