Qian Manduo used his knife to make a quick and accurate knife. He created the Qian sword technique. Cutting tumors is more flexible than cutting leeks. He cut the tumor in the sword light and the shadow of the sword. The medical staff on the side didn't understand it, so he could only sigh—

"Chinese Kung Fu is awesome!"

Like Mrs. Qian’s mother-in-law, she can only use a knife. Ye Qingqing can do it, but she hasn’t tried a craniotomy and doesn’t have the courage to do it. At most, she just needs to do it by tying the bones and opening the stomach and cutting the head. Let Qian Manduo do it.

"Does Mrs. Lu know that Doctor Ye? It's really hard to find him. I went to look for him several times but didn't meet him." Mrs. Qian couldn't help complaining that the doctors who were on the clinic were always absent from work. After changing to her company, she had already been fired.

Ye Qingqing could feel Mrs. Qian’s dissatisfaction, and she couldn’t help but wonder. She is a dedicated employee and has enough working hours stipulated in the contract, and even exceeded them. How could she not touch it several times?

"When do you usually look for it?"

"I went there when I have time, and there was no fixed number. I went there last week. There was a woman who was visiting a doctor with black hair. She looked like she was not old. She was definitely not Dr. Ye." Mrs. Qian looked disappointed.

In order to find Dr. Ye, both legs ran away. Who told her husband to be a filial son? What can she do if the old lady says anything?

Ye Qingqing's mouth was a little sore. There were only three traditional Chinese medicine doctors who were in the clinic. There were two old men with white hair who came to the clinic once a week. They were all experienced and highly qualified national medical masters, and she was the only one woman left.

Mrs. Qian clearly saw her, but she still said that Dr. Ye was elusive.

"You didn't ask what Dr. Ye looks like?"

"What else can you look like? You must be quite old and your hair will probably turn white. I met two old gentlemen the first few times, but they are not." Mrs. Qian said with certainty.

The profession of doctors is becoming more and more popular as the older you get, especially traditional Chinese medicine. Who is famous is not just a young man, and the young are still being an apprentice.

Moreover, when she went to the Chinese medicine hospital for treatment, she would definitely only look for older people. She would definitely not trust her hair if she was not white. She would still look at her with a vicissitudes of life and look at her with peace of mind, and her medical skills would be better.

Ye Qingqing was speechless. Mrs. Qian was too self-righteous and she definitely didn't do anything carefully. She could just open her mouth and ask. After running so many times, she didn't ask any questions.

In fact, Mrs. Qian is not careless. She is just angry because she has a bad relationship with her mother-in-law. When she was young, she was bullied by her mother-in-law. She was angry, but she didn't dare to vent her feelings. Now she has to run around for the old lady. Mrs. Qian feels even more fussy, so she naturally refuses to go to the doctor.

I went to the hospital and I didn’t have any more time. I could still get along with my husband after I got back. It was not that she was not dedicated to it, but that Dr. Ye was absent from work, so no wonder she was no longer aware of her.

Mrs. Xie was meticulous and heard some tricks, and joked: "Mrs. Lu, you can't be that Doctor Ye, right?"

Although I asked this, my tone was joking. I obviously didn't think Ye Qingqing would be the famous Divine Doctor Ye. Mrs. Zhang and the others had the same idea. Everyone has consolidated their understanding. Divine Doctors are all ages, and they have to be fifty years old. It is unreliable for young people.
Chapter completed!