Chapter 1782 Extra Story: Whose Boy (13)

On the way, the neighbors and people who knew Hongdou greeted Hongdou one after another, and at the same time did not forget to look at the handsome young man who was following behind Hongdou.

"Miss Acacia, who is this?"

"My brother, Qiqi." Along the way, Hongdou did not hesitate to say these words to those who passed by to greet him, "The Wujiang River is flooded, and my family is worried about my safety, so I asked my brother to come and have a look. I just arrived yesterday."

Thanks to the goodwill accumulated by Hongdou in Wujiang, this rhetoric was not doubted by anyone.

In the middle of the morning, the whole Wujiang Street knew that Miss Xiangsi's family had found her, and she was a young and beautiful young girl.

When they arrived at the temporary hospital, Hongdou tore up the recruitment notice first, so that no one would really come to apply for the job.

When he threw away the ball of red paper, he met the man's eyes with a hint of a smile.

"Very happy? Go over there and remember the medicinal materials."

Looking in the direction indicated by the girl, there is a row of extremely tall wooden cabinets standing on half of the wall of the temporary medical hall. There are small drawers for packing medicinal materials horizontally and vertically.

Phew——The thin bamboo sticks swayed in front of his eyes twice, and then flicked towards the wooden cabinet, "Go."

He smiled, pointing east or west, he went.

As soon as the clinic opened, people came one after another, and soon Hongdou was too busy to attend to him.

The man stood in front of the medicine cabinet, glanced at the small note with the name of the medicine carefully written on the small drawer, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He knows those medicinal materials by heart, even if he hasn't touched them for a long time, he can still distinguish them with just a glance, and he can even accurately grasp the required amount.

Turning his head, looking at the girl's focused back, smelling the faint fragrance of Chinese herbal medicine in the air, the scene in front of him changed, as if returning to the past.

In the small consulting room, an eight or nine-year-old girl was reading medical books, and the afternoon sun came in through the small window and fell on her body, covering her with a thin layer of golden light, like a little fairy walking out of a dream.

Soft, glutinous and delicate, delicate and flexible.

Not far from her is a little boy in a blue short robe, carefully memorizing all the herbs listed on the medicine cabinet on the side of the consulting room, and sometimes peeking up at the little girl in the gaps.

That was a time he dreamed back at midnight and will never forget.

"Qiqi, take a pen and ink, and write down the recipe for this old man."

The girl's crisp voice pulled him back from his trance, and without hesitation, he followed her instructions, took out the pen and ink, grinded it a little, picked up the pen, and recorded all the medicinal ingredients and quantities she said.

"Fang Zi showed it to me."

He handed over the prescription.

The girl glanced at the prescription and handed it back to him, "Grasp the medicine according to the prescription."

He nodded and turned around, and went to work as instructed. When he turned his back to the girl, his eyes flashed dimly.

Behind him, the girl's eyes also showed a moment of bewilderment.

Qiqi's handwriting is tall and straight, like a mangosteen that is proud of the wind.

And his handwriting is thick and sharp, like a blade about to be unsheathed.

no the same.

His brows were locked on his mind, and time flew by unknowingly while he was busy.

Only when a tray appeared in front of him and the rice smelled fragrant, the red beans came back to life.

"I've been busy all morning. While there are no patients in the medical center, let's eat something first. It's not good to be hungry." The man put down the tray, then sat opposite her, and began to feast on his portion.

It was already noon, and there were no patients in the medical clinic at this rare time, so it was most appropriate to rush to eat.

Hong Dou looked at the man, and then at the tray in front of her. There was a bowl of rice, two side dishes and a bowl of soup on it, which was light and in line with her preferences.

In addition, there was a person on the opposite side eating very deliciously, which aroused her appetite, otherwise, according to her usual temperament of not wanting to move when she was tired, she might save herself this meal.

"In the past, if I didn't eat when it was time for dinner, Qi Qi would come over to eat with me like this."