Chapter 32

It's an old wooden card with white cloud pattern. It's written in mother's handwriting in six small regular script with hairpin.

sundowners.

Haze scattered color, the sun and the moon shake light.

To the small hospital, also covered with a layer of elegant luster, long ancient charm.

Ziqianmo stands 50 meters in front of the hospital. There was a trance feeling in my heart, as if I saw a gentle woman sitting in the hall of the hospital, gently and smiling to ask about the patient's condition, diagnosis and pulse.

In the twinkling of an eye.

The illusion of the gentle woman disappeared.

Melt in the haze.

This is the memory in the heart of the original owner. The gentle woman is the mother.

Ziqianmo shook her head. Soon after she occupied her body, some obsessions of the original owner would come out from time to time. However, we can feel that the original owner really loves her mother.

Too late to think, attention was a burst of angry noise, to disturb.

"What kind of doctor can't even cure my father's disease! I'll prescribe some useless medicine! "

Ziqianmo subconsciously raised his head and saw a young butcher with a blue square cloth towel on his head and an oily pig knife pinned to his waist. He broke a wooden chair specially for patients at the entrance of the hospital with one foot.

Beside the young butcher was an old man with a white beard and a pale face, leaning on crutches.

The old man was next to the young butcher, and they looked like father and son.

"You, that's you, ugly old lady. You're a quack at all!"

The young butcher was so angry that he pointed to the old woman doctor in the medical school and said angrily, "my father took the medicine you prescribed for three days. Instead of getting better, the sores on his legs are worse. The doctor can't cure the disease and save the life, but he will kill the money! You pay! Ten times, no, a hundred times the medical expenses! "

The more words you say, the more heart you kill.

Scold at the same time, smash at the same time.

He even pulled out the pig knife from his waist and slashed it. The table, chair, teacup and medicine bottle were smashed all over the ground and in a mess.

The old woman doctor, about forty years old, had a plain face, deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a terrible pink scar running through her left eye and down her cheek. No wonder she was called ugly. She was dressed in a brown jingchaibu skirt with a wooden hairpin like chopsticks inserted obliquely in her bun.

In the face of the young butcher's abuse, the female doctor was silent. She just hung her head down and twisted her hands tightly.

It's like guilt.

Bear it silently.

She didn't retort because her medical skills were really limited.

"Ugly old lady, I think you can just close the door. Without medical skills, there is no medical school. " The young butcher's anger was not reduced by half because of the silence.

Hearing the word "close the door", the old woman doctor suddenly raised her head and said, "no!" A pair of turbid eyes, as if burning the soul of the hole.

"Ouch, you're still working hard."

The young butcher rolled up his sleeve and grabbed the woman doctor's collar, leaving the man in the air. "If I don't treat you today, I won't be Qin!"

There was no business in the hospital. The only three guests left were scared away when they saw the situation.

But at the door of the hospital, a group of onlookers soon gathered.