In the blink of an eye, more than half of September had passed and the weather was getting colder. Even if you stood in the sun on a certain day, you had to wear a thick coat. Good clothes were prepared in advance so that the cowshed would not suffer from the cold. Song Yun had been living quite comfortably for a while, until September 22nd, when a man and a woman walked into Song Yun's clinic with a young man on crutches.
Song Yun was originally in a good mood, but when she saw the young man's face, her mood disappeared instantly.
She remembered this face, Chen Liangcai, Teacher Chen from the commune primary school.
The bruise on Ziyi's thigh has not completely disappeared, which shows how much strength the bastard used to kick a child.
"You must be Song Zhiqing, right?" The middle-aged man with glasses said with a smile.
Song Yun nodded, "I am. Who wants to see the doctor?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I've heard of Song Zhiqing's name for a long time, but today is my first time meeting him. Let me introduce you. My last name is Chen, and I work in the commune. This is my son, Chen Liangcai, a teacher at the commune's primary school. This is my wife, Zhang Xiumei, who works at the town post office."
Song Yun listened expressionlessly, without showing the envious and flattering look that Secretary Chen had imagined.
In the past, when Secretary Chen introduced his family's work to others, who would not envy them and who would not want to please them?
Song Yun listened quietly to Secretary Chen's introduction and said calmly, "Well, who is seeing the doctor?"
Secretary Chen's smile froze slightly, and he quickly pointed at his son, Chen Liangcai, "My son, he's looking at his feet."
Zhang Xiumei, who was standing by, had been frowning the whole time. She had originally disagreed with taking her son to such a rural place to find a barefoot doctor to treat his feet. When she arrived at the place and saw the shabby and simple appearance of the clinic, and the unbelievable young age of Song Zhiqing, she became even more dissatisfied and wanted to take her son away immediately.
Song Yun glanced at Chen Liangcai's bandaged foot and asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"
Secretary Chen was about to speak when Zhang Xiumei interrupted, "Forget it, let's just take Liangcai back to the village. What can we expect to see in a place like this? It's a complete waste of time."
Song Yun lowered her head, hiding the sarcasm in her eyes, "Since it's incurable, then please do as you please."
But Chen Liangcai refused to leave. He sat down on a stool, staring at Song Yun with fiery eyes, "I want you to treat me." If he had known that Song Yun was so beautiful, he would have come a long time ago.
Song Yun put down her pen and glanced coldly at the family of three. "Can you give me a definite answer, whether to treat it or not?"
Secretary Chen was somewhat dissatisfied with Song Yun's attitude. Even if he didn't reveal his identity as the commune secretary, since he had already said that he worked for the commune, shouldn't she speak kindly to them and flatter them?
"Please take a look." Secretary Chen's expression also faded. He thought that if Old Meng had not whispered in his ear about how good Song Yun's medical skills were, he would have brought his son here with the intention of giving it a try. He would definitely not have come to this place.
Song Yun didn't move and asked Chen Liangcai, "What's wrong with your foot?"
Chen Liangcai told the hospital about the condition of his foot and hid it from the hospital, saying that he might become lame.
After listening to this, Song Yun shook her head and said, "I can't treat this kind of foot injury."
Secretary Chen frowned. "I heard you have a plaster that's very effective for treating broken legs. Didn't you heal Liu Daquan's leg in Qinghe Village? I heard he can even walk a few steps now."
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