Chen Jie shuddered at Zhang Yunpeng's gaze: "Brother Peng, is it not okay for me to call you brother? I really didn't hide anything from you."
"No?" Zhang Zhian, who was sitting across from him, said in disbelief, "If you didn't hide it from us, why are you the only one in the entire office who has grown hair?"
As he spoke, Zhang Zhian looked jealously at his forehead, which was originally with Lu Dan: "We are all colleagues, do you think you are being decent?"
"That's right. You said it would be fine if you had a hair transplant, but you clearly used hair growth products secretly without our knowledge. You even had to hide it from us, saying that your hair grew because you took the medicine Dapeng gave you. That's really wrong of you."
Wang Jinqiang, who had also bought some Chinese medicine pills and shaved his head for comparison, looked at Chen Jie and said with a look of resentment, "And look at my head. Don't you feel guilty?"
"I... I don't know why this happened." Chen Jie, with his now-grown hair on his head, looked at Wang Jinqiang, who was still bald, with a puzzled look on his face. "I clearly took the medicine for a few days back then, and my hair started growing back."
"Then what's going on with my head?" Wang Jinqiang turned his bald head towards Chen Jie.
Zhang Zhian even put his arm around Chen Jie's neck and said, "Brother, if you still consider us brothers, tell us what you used."
"That's right, otherwise we brothers wouldn't be able to do this."
Chen Jie looked at the people who surrounded him with a look of injustice: "I really only used the pills Dapeng gave me."
"You still refuse to tell me, don't you?"
"But I really haven't used anything else except those three bottles of medicine." Chen Jie didn't understand. They were all taking pills from the same store, so why did his effect be particularly outstanding?
"Then this is...wait a minute." Wang Jinqiang suddenly realized something and said, "Three bottles of medicine? Isn't it just two bottles?"
"Oh, I know about this." Wang Zhian said, "The last time Dapeng's father came over, he said that when he first gave Dapeng medicine, he accidentally gave him the wrong one, so he didn't give it to us later."
"I remember now. Dapeng seemed to have said that the other day."
"Is that so? I thought it was because a bottle of medicine was missing." Wang Jinqiang said somewhat disappointedly.
"From what I've seen now, I wonder if this medicine actually has no effect at all."
"The medicine is not working?"
"Yeah, I think this Chinese medicine is not reliable at all. Otherwise, you see, almost all of us bought the medicine, but only Chen Jie has grown. We can hardly see any changes. According to this situation, it's not the medicine's problem. Could it be our problem?"
"Now that you put it that way, it doesn't seem unreasonable."
"I'm not unaware that Chinese medicine hasn't been very effective, but after using it for over a week and seeing no effect, I'm convinced."
"Forget it." Xu Wenhao, who had been silent the whole time, sighed and said, "I thought our traditional Chinese medicine would be better than those Western hair growth sprays. Now it seems that I'd better stick to the hair growth spray. At least there are many medical reports pointing out that it is the most effective way to grow hair."
"That's true."
"If I had known I'd end up having to use hair growth spray, I shouldn't have impulsively bought these ridiculous Chinese herbal pills."
"Who said it wasn't? I thought Chinese medicine would finally work, but it seems I was overthinking it."
"Yeah, I wasted hundreds of dollars. I might as well save it for hair transplants later!"
"that is……"
Chen Jie felt uncomfortable listening to their words. "Well, you can't say that. I think this Chinese medicine pill is still effective."
"Yeah, it works on you alone." Wang Jinqiang touched his shaved head, glanced at Chen Jie's flat head, and turned his head and said, "Forget it, you'd better stop talking."
Wang Zhian also patted Chen Jie and said, "Chen Jie, if you really want to help our bald brothers, just think about what you have taken in the past few days besides the Chinese medicine pills, and don't tell me anything else.
"But..." Chen Jie wanted to say something else but was interrupted by his colleague.
Chen Jie listened to everyone's complaints about Chinese medicine pills, and then looked at the mirror hanging on his workstation. He still felt that he had to do something to prove that Chinese medicine pills were not as useless as they said.
People's joys and sorrows are different. While Chen Jie's colleagues are still suffering from hair loss and receding hairlines, Li Baiying has already felt the pain of being pricked by stubble.
In the bathroom, Li Baiying kept moving closer to the mirror, lifting her bangs and looking at the hairline below her bangs.
When Li Baiying saw the short black stubble trying to grow upwards, the corners of his mouth kept rising.
Song Jiaqi, who had just entered the bathroom, looked at someone who was once again crouching in front of the mirror and couldn't help but said helplessly: "Yingzi, do you know how many times you looked in the mirror today?"
"Oh, I'm just excited." Li Baiying gently put down her bangs, fearing that if she used too much force, it would hurt the hair follicles that were growing hard underneath.
"That's not the case that you have to look at it ten times in one morning."
"Of course not." Li Baiying looked at Song Jiaqi, who seemed to be oblivious to the hunger. "Do you know that ever since I started preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, my hairline has been receding at a crazy rate of one centimeter per year, especially this year! If I put my bangs up, I could even enter the palace and become a prince without any problems."
Song Jiaqi almost laughed out loud when she heard this.
"Okay." Li Baiying looked at Song Jiaqi who was trying not to laugh and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm talking to you so seriously, and you still dare to laugh."
"No, no, no, I'm not laughing."
"Then why are you covering your mouth?"
"Ahem." Song Jiaqi quickly put her hand down.
"It's too late." Li Baiying looked at her with his arms folded across his chest. "My heart has been deeply hurt. You must compensate me, otherwise our friendship will come to an end."
Song Jiaqi looked at the dramatic woman and asked with a smile, "Okay, then tell me how you want to compensate me."
"Hey, I need the five black pills made by Tiantian as compensation." Li Baiying didn't hold on for a second, licking her face and hugging Song Jiaqi's arm and said, "Jiaqi, you should still have some of Tiantian's five black pills at home, right? Give me a few bottles, no, you can even sell me a few bottles."
"Good fellow, you're acting just for Gokuimaru?"
"Of course."
As Li Baiying and Song Jiaqi emerged from the bathroom arm in arm, Chen Jie, who had taken advantage of his lunch break, was taking the few remaining pills from his home to the nearest testing facility to have them tested...
At the same time, in the Qiandu forum, a complaint post was quietly pushed up.
Song Tiantian, who knew nothing about these things, was arranged by Grandpa Song to recite the soup recipe song while learning about various Chinese medicinal materials.
System 008 will also follow Grandpa Song's progress and play these medicinal herbs to Song Tiantian, showing them in various stages from seeds to growth and then to maturity for picking.
Not only that, it will also arrange for Song Tiantian to enter the system simulation environment in her sleep state and immerse herself in learning about various Chinese medicines.
Over time, Song Tiantian's understanding of Chinese herbal medicine increased day by day.
Just as Song Tiantian was immersed in the ocean of study, Lu Chuanbei also received a recording message from Lemon TV.
"The recording will officially start next Saturday, so there are still seven or eight days left." Grandpa Song said after learning the news of the recording.
"Yes." Lu Chuanbei nodded: "I heard that the live broadcast recording mode will be turned on at that time."
"Live broadcast?" Grandma Song was puzzled. "Can variety shows be broadcast live?"
"We'll have to wait until the recording starts to find out what the notice says and what the specific situation is." Lu Chuanbei was not very clear about this either.
"Oh, so how long will it take for you to record the show? Do you need to bring anything?"
"It will take five days to record, but they don't specify whether I need to bring anything with me." Lu Chuanbei said as he took out his cell phone and looked at it carefully.
"Then I'll prepare it for you first." Grandma Song said, and started to busy herself around.
Grandpa Song even said directly to Lu Chuanbei: "Chuanbei, can you bring a book with you when you go to the show?"
"That should be possible."
"Okay, I'll bring you the Tangtou Ge and the Complete Chinese Herbal Medicine." Grandpa Song gave instructions while taking out two palm-thick books that he had prepared long ago and stuffed them into Lu Chuanbei.
The moment Lu Chuanbei borrowed the notebooks, he nearly tripped over the two books, which were much thicker than bricks. "So thick? I've only been recording for a few days. I can't read two books this thick, right?"
"Who showed them to you? These two books are for Tianbao." Grandpa Song said bluntly, "When you go to record the program, remember to take some time every day to tell Tianbao the contents of the book."
"Tell it to Tianbao?" Lu Chuanbei was shocked: "How can Tianbao understand so many things?"
"Of course she can." Grandpa Song looked at Song Tiantian proudly and said, "Our Tianbao has a photographic memory and an auditory memory. I guarantee that as long as you read the book to her once, she will be able to remember it. These are just two books, so it won't be a problem for her."
Lu Chuanbei looked at Grandpa Song, whose filter for Song Tiantian was as thick as a beer bottle, and said in disbelief: "Dad, is the person you are talking about our Tianbao?"
"Why don't you believe it?"
"This... He can remember everything he hears and everything he sees. Don't you think it's a bit too exaggerated?" Although Lu Chuanbei also thinks that his child is smart, he is not a genius.
Grandpa Song snorted: "You wait."
As he said that, he shouted to Song Tiantian who was playing with building blocks: "Tianbao, come here."
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