Only then did he know how shallow he was, the vice president of the acupuncture association, and how ridiculous he was to put on his expert attitude in front of the experienced students. He felt that he knew more in front of Mo Yifan than a newly literate student in front of a postdoctoral tutor.
And he actually wants to criticize Mo Yifan’s handwriting, saying that this is such a ridiculous joke.
Professor Cai, who is thirty years younger, will not hesitate to worship Mo Yifan’s protege. Even if he can make Mo Yifan’s amazing skills unique, it will be a great comfort in this life.
It’s a pity that the old professor has been over 60 years old this year, and he has put some knowledge about acupuncture into practice. The old professor has always been proud of his knowledge about acupuncture. Now his pride in this respect has been completely shattered by Mo Yifan’s thrilling round of acupuncture rain. Practice is the only criterion to test the truth. If he can still have the cheek to discuss the feasibility of acupuncture with Mo Yifan, he will be an idiot.
The old professor was heartbroken in an instant, and when he was a teenager, he left the clinic quietly and wrote his resignation letter overnight when he got home, and then he moved back to his hometown with a falling heart.
Before leaving, the old professor handed Mo Yifan’s handwriting to the Chinese Acupuncture Association through his own channel, hoping to make a new teaching material and recommend Mo Yifan to the school leaders. It is best to dig Mo Yifan into the Chinese medicine hospital to recognize the teaching.
Unfortunately, after investigating Mo Yifan’s resume, the senior leaders of the school found that Mo Yifan was not even a big student, and he did not hesitate to recommend the old professor to veto.
Mo Yifan didn’t know that he almost became a Chinese medicine teacher, but even if he did, he might not agree. After all, in his heart, he still ranked second in promoting his own medical skills and curing his sister’s disease is always the first. If he wants to cure his sister’s disease, he needs a lot of clinical practice opportunities to accumulate his research on floating veins and become a teacher in a Chinese medicine hospital. Obviously, Mo Yifan doesn’t want to leave this seemingly insignificant clinic yet.
Watching busy Chinese medicine hospital students Mo Yifan suddenly have lower and lower confidence in promoting their own medical skills.
Maybe I shouldn’t place any hopes on these girls at first. His acupuncture is usually different. Choosing the promotion object is the first important thing. Maybe it should be the ability to control strength and whether it has a medical background is not very important.
I don’t know why Mo Yifan, the person who thought he could accept acupuncture, first thought that it was the day before yesterday that he met the bald brother in the car. After all, the man looks not so good, but his strength is so strong that even Mo Yifan is willing to worship the wind, and people like him can maximize Mo Yifan’s acupuncture skills.
Bald brother, what are you doing here
Think of bald guy this guy like a ghost now in front of Mo Yifan.
A dozen people are now crowded in the narrow clinic. The bald guy is wearing a black baseball cap and holding his shoulders in the innermost corner, motionless as if he had been squatting there since the beginning of heaven and earth.
I heard Mo Yifan greeting the bald guy with a yawn, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him. He was still waiting for treatment in the room. Several patients waved at Mo Yifan and said, "You are busy first, I’m not in a hurry."
Mo Yifan was surprised that the escaped prisoner was not nervous and afraid in front of himself, as if he were doomed and would not sell him.
Turned to look at six or seven patients who haven’t finished reading Mo Yifan’s point of view, and temporarily went into polishing the head guy, regardless of continuing the patient’s pulse diagnosis.
It took more than half an hour to finally send the patient satisfaction to the door. Several helpers were too tired to rub their necks and twist their waists. Except for Xia Wei, all the girls went back to the dormitory under the ardent protection of two flower protectors.
Mo Yifan went to the bald guy again and squatted next to him. He threw a bottle of mineral water and sighed. It’s really tiring. Well, when will you come to see me?
You’re welcome, bald guy, too. He took the mineral water and drank it upside down. Then he stood the bottle upside down at his feet, looked at the crumbling plastic bottle and replied vigorously, I haven’t eaten for almost three days.
I haven’t eaten for three days.
Mo Yifan cocked his head and looked at his bald head. He was slightly trapped in the eye socket. I guess he was not lying. It is quite puzzling that this tough fugitive should have eaten nothing for three days with a force.
A man who escaped from prison has no other people’s relief, of course, and there is no money to spend, but a fugitive often kills a person by hook or by crook even for a piece of bread.
Even if you dare not rob a bank, robbing a convenience store is still a piece of cake.
However, from the bald guy’s down and out, we know that he hasn’t gone this way yet, and he would rather stay hungry than put his paws into the pockets of ordinary people. Is this a very respectable fugitive?
Master, when the things are ready, should we ask the driver to pick them up or take a taxi home? It seems difficult to get a taxi at this time.
Seo head is old and frail for several days in a row, and he has long lost his energy. At this time, he was fast asleep in the room. Xia Wei picked up Mo Yifan’s small medicine box and took it away. He passed a wet towel beside him and casually woke Mo Yifan.
Mo Yifan wiped her hands with wet wipes and wrinkled her nose with residual alcohol. She said to give Xiao Wang a message and ask him to pick you up at once.
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Xia Wei heard about taking the mobile phone, but then he paused and asked Xiao Wang to take me home. What about you?
Mo Yifan pointed to squat down next to the bald guy and said, I met a friend and I want him to have two drinks. You have a class tomorrow, so go home first. Say, pull, pull, and the bald guy snorted. Why don’t you wait for me to carry you away?
Bald guy turned over a supercilious look and didn’t answer. He just jumped up and strode to the clinic.
Mo Yifan quickly followed the bald guy and seemed to be very familiar with this neighborhood. He soon came to a 24-hour hot pot restaurant near the Chinese medicine hospital.