As soon as Zhang Yunpeng arrived at the office, he put the medicine on his workstation.
The colleague next door, who also works 996, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the bag he left on his workstation: "Song's Chinese Medicine Clinic?"
Upon hearing this, the people nearby quickly gathered around and said, "Lao Zhang, didn't you say you were going home? Why did you change it to going to the Chinese medicine store?"
"Let me see what Chinese medicine you prescribed."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't move." Zhang Yunpeng was about to stop them when the cell phone in his pocket rang.
"Hey, you're calling, answer it quickly."
"It's the phone call that's important."
Zhang Yunpeng looked at the bag that had fallen into the hands of these people and could only grit his teeth and pick up the phone: "Hello."
"Yunpeng, it's me." Lao Zhang's deep, powerful and energetic voice instantly rang out from the other end of the phone.
"dad?"
"Hey, let me tell you, the black beans in your small bottle are Wuhei Pills. Remember to take them like other medicines, one every morning and evening. Don't forget." Lao Zhang instructed.
"Okay, okay, I got it." Zhang Yunpeng responded with some impatience, thinking that Chinese medicine was of no use at all. However, since the medicine was prescribed by Old Zhang, he agreed first.
However, in Zhang Yunpeng's mind, these medicines had already been relegated to the cold palace.
At the same time, several buddies at the workstation also took out the three bottles of pills in their bags. When Chen Jie saw the names of the medicines written on them, his eyes lit up: "Black Hair Pills and Seven Treasures Beard Pills, these two names sound like they are for treating hair."
When talking about hair, these IT guys couldn't help but touch their receding hairlines.
“I don’t know if this medicine is effective.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunpeng looked at the bottles of medicine on the table and said, "Who knows? These bottles of medicine were prescribed for me by my father at the Chinese medicine store near my home."
"So how's the effect?" Chen Jie couldn't help but ask.
"I just got this medicine. Who knows if it will work?" Zhang Yunpeng said, looking at the almost empty bottle of hair growth spray on the table with some sadness.
"Then you try it." Chen Jie said, "If it works for you, I'll buy it and try it too."
"Yes, you try it first. We have already bought so many hair growth products, so we don't need a little Chinese medicine." Wang Zhian also said.
"Forget it, I don't believe in Chinese medicine." Zhang Yunpeng said, and was about to throw the bottles of medicine into the trash can under his workstation, but Chen Jie was quick to catch all the medicines.
"What are you doing?"
"It's lost. It's useless anyway." Zhang Yunpeng had given up hope at this point.
"You haven't used it yet, how do you know it's useless?" Chen Jie said.
Zhang Yunpeng glanced at the medicine in Chen Jie's arms and said, "Here are the medicines for you. Do you want them?"
"Give me?"
"Yeah, I don't believe in Chinese medicine anyway, and I'm planning to have a hair transplant, so these medicines are useless to me."
"Hair transplant?" Chen Jie and the others quickly looked at him: "Are you planning on having a hair transplant?"
"When to have hair transplant, go to that hospital."
"I know Hopson Hair Transplant is a good one."
"Yanfa is also OK. It seems that the manager upstairs went to this restaurant."
For a moment, the group's attention was instantly drawn to the news that Zhang Yunpeng was going to have a hair transplant...
On the other side, Song Tiantian, who didn't know that the five-black pills she made had been mistakenly sold by Xiao Li, was still proudly showing off to Song Jiaqi who had just returned from get off work.
"Mom, the five-black balls I made this morning are delicious. I'll give you one to try later."
"Really?" Song Jiaqi hugged Song Tiantian, who felt a little heavy, and said with a smile: "Then I must taste it carefully later."
"Yeah." Song Tiantian nodded and called to Grandpa Song who had returned from the Chinese medicine store, "Grandpa, did you bring back the Wuhei pills I made?"
"This..." Grandpa Song didn't know how to explain for a moment.
It was Lu Chuanbei who stepped forward, took Song Tiantian from Song Jiaqi's hands and said, "Tiantian, do you still remember Grandpa Zhang who came to our house to get medicine this morning?"
"I remember, I remember." Song Tiantian said quickly, "I still remember that Grandpa prescribed Wufa Pills and Qibao Meiran Pills for Grandpa Zhang!"
"Then what are the effects of these medicines, Tiantian, do you know?"
"I know. These two medicines are the same as the Wuhei Pills I made. They are used to grow and darken hair!"
"Tiantian got it right." Lu Chuanbei said with a smile, "So, the medicine you made and the black hair pills were all bought by Grandpa Zhang."
"What?" Song Tiantian opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Grandpa Zhang also bought the medicine I made?"
"Yeah, Tiantian, how come you're so amazing? The first time you made the Five Black Pills, Grandpa Zhang bought them." After Lu Chuanbei praised her like this, Song Tiantian immediately became proud: "Hehe, am I really that amazing?"
"Of course..." While Lu Chuanbei kept praising Song Tiantian, Grandpa Song also told Song Jiaqi and the others what had happened.
When Song Jiaqi heard that Xiao Li had simply walked away after this incident, she couldn't help but frown: "This guy usually seems okay, but I didn't expect him to be so irresponsible."
"Yes." Grandma Song also said, "But it's better that he's gone, so that there won't be any big trouble in the future."
Grandpa Song sighed and changed the subject: "Forget about him. Jiaqi, how are you today?"
"It's still the same, not much progress." Song Jiaqi felt a little headache when she thought about the project she was currently working on.
Grandma Song said distressedly: "In this case, then you should hurry back. Anyway, the family doesn't need you to eat."
"I know." Song Jiaqi stepped forward and hugged Grandma Song, saying, "When I really can't make it in the future, I will definitely come back to eat for free."
"You, you just talk nicely." Grandma Song said, pulling Song Jiaqi towards the restaurant: "Hurry up, I stewed Codonopsis chicken soup for you today, go and have a bowl to nourish yourself."
Hearing this, Song Tiantian quickly raised her hand and said, "Mom, mom, I want to supplement you too!"
"You also need to give your mother some nourishment?" Song Jiaqi looked at Song Tiantian with a smile.
Song Tiantian nodded. "Yeah, Grandpa said that the Five Black Pills can nourish the liver and kidneys, replenish qi and blood. I'll make some more tomorrow and bring them all to Mom!"
Listening to Song Tiantian's bold words, Song Jiaqi felt warm in her heart: "Really? Then Mom can't wait for Tiantian's five black pills."
Song Tiantian patted her chest and said, "No problem, I'll take care of the Wuhei Pills!"
With Song Tiantian's joke, the setbacks Song Jiaqi encountered in the research institute that day seemed to have dissipated a lot.
The next day, Song Tiantian, who always kept her word, got up, washed up, and dragged Grandma Song to the Chinese medicine store. "Grandma, let's go to the Chinese medicine store and get some medicine. I want to make some more Wuhei pills for Mom today!"
"It's only made for your mother." Grandma Song suddenly became a little jealous.
Hearing this, Song Tiantian immediately became alert.
After all, she has been a master of keeping balance by being asked whether she likes her mother or father, grandma or grandpa since she was a child. If she can't even hear this little crisis, how can she survive at home in the future?
Song Tiantian immediately raised her little face and looked at Grandma Song with a sweet expression: "No, I will make five-black pills for Grandma too, and for Grandma, I will put more honey in it so that every time Grandma eats one, it will be sweet!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Grandma Song felt sweet in her heart before she even ate the Five Black Pills.
Song Tiantian looked at Grandma Song's beaming smile and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's really not easy for me~"
When Song Tiantian and Grandma Song arrived at the Chinese medicine store, Grandpa Song, Lu Chuanbei and two employees of the store were counting and sorting the medicinal herbs that had just arrived in the morning and putting them in the medicine cabinet.
"Yes, all correct."
"That's good." Zhao Wei said as he looked around the Chinese medicine store. When he saw the circled character for "demolition", he couldn't help but look at Grandpa Song: "Uncle Song, are you really going to tear it down?"
"Yes, the demolition notice has come down. I guess it will be demolished soon." Grandpa Song said with a sigh.
Zhao Wei's heart skipped a beat.
After all, fewer and fewer people were opening Chinese medicine shops at that time, and people like him who specialized in supplying medicinal materials were seeing their business getting worse and worse.
Zhao Wei felt a little unhappy when he thought that Song's Pharmacy, a pharmacy that regularly purchased its products from them, would be closed in a while.
At this moment, Grandpa Song said to him again: "But we plan to open another Song Family Pharmacy somewhere else. I'll have to trouble you with the purchase of goods then."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wei instantly became happy: "Really? No, I mean, Uncle Song, are you planning to open a pharmacy somewhere else?"
"Yes, I have been dealing with Chinese medicine shops all my life. If I don't open a pharmacy, I have nowhere else to go." Grandpa Song said, and saw Song Tiantian walking towards here with Grandma Song.
As soon as he saw her, Grandpa Song's eyes lit up instantly: "Besides, I want to see my granddaughter carry forward the Chinese medicine store. How can I just close it like this?"
Zhao Wei followed Grandpa Song's gaze.
When Zhao Wei saw Song Tiantian, who was only three heads tall, running towards him happily, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the words he wanted to say in response and compliment her were stuck in his mouth and he didn't say them out loud.
As soon as Song Tiantian came over, she couldn't wait to shout to Grandpa Song: "Grandpa, I'm here to make Wuhei Wan!"
"Oh, my sweet baby wants to make five-black pills again." Grandpa Song happily took the little guy who came running over.
"Yeah," Song Tiantian hugged Grandpa Song and nodded hurriedly, "I need to make a lot of Wuhei pills today. Grandpa, please help me get the medicine."
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