Beside him, Feng Guangrong was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, unable to contain his emotions.
I thought that with traditional Chinese medicine being boycotted by the world and his reputation being tarnished, he would die in despair, burdened by a lifetime of infamy.
Unexpectedly, there is still a group of people willing to support traditional Chinese medicine.
Even knowing that you will lose money, you should still continue to invest.
This sense of righteousness and sentiment moved him so much that he burst into tears on the spot.
"Xiao Rou, Xiao Qian, just for your kind intentions, I will do my best to ensure that you do not suffer any losses."
Moved, he didn't forget to make a promise in a choked voice.
“Uncle Feng, just like Sister Rou said, you don’t need to worry about whether it makes money or not.”
Wang Qian also comforted her, saying, "This is something we should be worrying about. You just need to go to the TCM clinic and keep an eye on things!"
"Okay, then I won't say any more."
Feng Guangrong forced a smile, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and beckoned to Gao Churou, "Xiaorou, come here for a moment."
"What's wrong?"
Despite asking that question, Gao Churou obediently walked up to Feng Guangrong.
"If you don't mind that my hands are dirty, let me take your pulse," Feng Guangrong said.
"Can you take my pulse?"
Gao Churou was taken aback at first, but after she came to her senses, she quickly rolled up her sleeves and stretched her hand out to Feng Guangrong. "Uncle Feng, you're too kind of me. I'm so grateful that you're helping me take my pulse. How could I possibly think you're dirty?"
"Then sit down and relax."
"good!"
After Gao Churou sat down, Feng Guangrong stretched out his finger and held her wrist for a while.
"Okay, that's fine!"
Having confirmed that he hadn't misread the pulse, Feng Guangrong withdrew his hand and asked, "Xiaorou, do you trust my medical skills?"
"Uh... I can trust him!"
Gao Churou hesitated only slightly before nodding.
She had never personally witnessed Feng Guangrong receiving treatment, but Wang Qian's father, Wang Yuanguang, was the most obvious example.
"Actually, your tuberculosis can be completely cured through gradual recuperation."
Feng Guangrong said, "If you believe me, I will prescribe some medicine for you. If you take it on time, you will be completely cured in a few months at most."
"real?"
Gao Churou still couldn't quite believe it.
At this moment, Wang Qian seemed to remember something and said, "Uncle Feng, were you thinking of bringing this up on our way back?"
"Yes!"
Feng Guangrong nodded and said with a wry smile, "But at that time, my reputation wasn't very good, and I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, so I didn't say it."
Upon hearing this, Gao Churou belatedly realized her mistake but also secretly felt fortunate.
Fortunately, she insisted on sending Wang Qian and Feng Guangrong back to the village; otherwise, she might have continued to suffer from this disease and could only take Western medicine prescribed by the hospital to suppress the symptoms.
"I'll go back now and get you some medicine."
As Feng Guangrong packed his things, he said, "When you go back to the county town, just come to my house to get them."
"Thank you, Uncle Feng!" Gao Churou quickly expressed her gratitude.
Feng Guangrong smiled and shook his head, then said goodbye to Wang Qian and the others before preparing to leave.
"Wait!" Wang Qian hurriedly chased after him.
"Is there anything else?" Feng Guangrong turned around.
"Since you have agreed to work at the TCM clinic, as a gesture of goodwill, I would like to give you an advance payment of your salary."
Before Feng Guangrong could refuse, Wang Qian immediately walked away and picked up his bag from the coffee table.
But as soon as she unzipped the zipper, Gao Churou said first, "I'll pay for this prepayment!"
As she said this, Gao Churou took out a wad of cash from her bag and handed it to Feng Guangrong.
It was all in 100-yuan denominations, and the stack was about two fingers thick.
Judging from the quantity alone, it must be at least around ten thousand yuan.
"No, this is too much money, I can't..."
Before Feng Guangrong could refuse, Gao Churou had already forcefully stuffed the money into his hand. "Uncle Feng, this isn't for you. It's just an advance payment of your wages. It will be deducted from your wages later!"
Wang Qian chimed in, "Sister Rou is right. This is just an advance payment of wages. Uncle Feng, please take it first."
Since Gao Churou and Wang Qian had both said so, Feng Guangrong stopped being coy and didn't put the money away. He just took two hundred-yuan bills from the outside.
"I am touched and grateful for your kindness, but as the saying goes, one should not accept something without merit. This is enough."
As he spoke, he handed the remaining money back to Gao Churou.
Gao Churou didn't take it immediately, but instead gave Wang Qian an inquiring look.
She really wanted to help Feng Guangrong solve his life's difficulties, but he insisted on not accepting the money, and she didn't know what to do.
“Since Uncle Feng insists on this, then you can take back the rest of the money, so that Uncle Feng won’t be in a difficult position!” Wang Qian said at the right time.
Feng Guangrong is a doctor with high medical ethics and simple and honest character. They wanted to express their gratitude by giving him gifts, but he was unwilling to take advantage of them from a moral high ground.
The more this happened, the more determined he became to open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
Even if he continues to lose money, he will persevere as long as it doesn't damage his fundamentals.
"In that case, I'll keep the money for now!"
Since Wang Qian had already said that, Gao Churou couldn't force him and took back the remaining money.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Goodbye!"
After saying this to everyone, Feng Guangrong immediately walked outside.
"I'll take you there!"
Wang Qian followed.
At the same time, he also asked Gao Churou for the car keys.
Feng Guangrong's home is several kilometers away from his home. It wouldn't matter to a young person, but Feng Guangrong is over seventy years old, and he couldn't bear to make the other person walk back.
Feng Guangrong initially wanted to refuse, but under Wang Qian's repeated insistence, he had no choice but to accept the offer.
"Qian, come back here, I have something to tell you!"
As Wang Qian helped Feng Guangrong out the door, Lin Xiaoyu's voice came from inside.
"What did you say?" Wang Qian asked, turning around.
Lin Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but instead looked embarrassed.
"I'll wait for you by the car!"
Feng Guangrong knew how to behave properly. After saying that, he walked towards where the car was parked.
Upon arriving outside, the village women working in Wang Qian's yard cast disdainful and disgusted glances at Feng Guangrong.
Feng Guangrong sensed it too, but said nothing, simply dragging his weary body forward.
inside the house.
"Xiaoyu, is there something you want to tell me?"
Wang Qian walked back and asked in a low voice.
"Uncle Feng's family must be in dire straits, right?"
Lin Xiaoyu leaned close to his ear and said, "Although he took the money, the convenience store is far from his home. Since you're using Sister Rou's car to take him home, why don't you take some food from our house and bring it to him? That way, he won't have to walk all the way to the market to buy it."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qian was stunned.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Xiaoyu frowned slightly. "Did I say something wrong? Or... do you not want to give our family's things to Uncle Feng?"
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