Master must have thought of some clues, right?
Could it be He Qi who did it?
Tang Min actually hoped it was him.
In this way, let the master see the true face of that bastard as soon as possible.
…
An hour later, Doctor Fengshen arrived at the courtyard in the northern suburbs.
Li Bo was turning the soil in the yard when he saw Doctor Feng coming. He put down his hoe and went to greet him. "Doctor Feng, you are here?"
"Where is He Qi?" Doctor Feng asked in a serious tone.
Uncle Li felt that Doctor Feng looked serious and seemed to be in a bad mood. He hurriedly said, "He is out and has not come in the past two days."
"He didn't come?" Doctor Feng asked with sharp eyes, "Where did he go?"
"I don't know. He left yesterday morning."
Doctor Feng went to take a look at the pharmacy. The items inside were neatly arranged, the medicine cabinets were well organized, and the draft papers on the table were stacked together.
He Qi has always been an organized person. He is very strict with himself and lives an orderly life. He never puts things in a mess and always keeps his house spotless.
On the contrary, as a master, he doesn't care much about his appearance.
Doctor Feng sat on a chair, picked up a manuscript of a prescription, took a look at it, and looked solemn.
To be honest, He Qixu was not very talented in studying medicine, and most of the time, he was simply not able to adapt.
But he is very hardworking. People like him are very determined and if they persist, they will actually achieve great success in the future.
But...what is the most important quality of a doctor?
Medical skills?
Of course, medical skills are important.
But what is important is quality, compassion, tolerance and generosity.
Doctor Feng threw down the manuscript in his hand, took out his phone and called He Qi.
He Qi didn't have a phone, but he had a pager, an old-fashioned one without Chinese display function, and could only receive call messages.
After Doctor Feng finished his call, he sat in the pharmacy and waited.
After a while, I received a call from He Qi.
When He Qi heard his master say he would come right away.
Near noon, Uncle Li began to prepare lunch. Doctor Feng was in a bad mood, and Uncle Li didn't know what to cook. He could only make some simple meals according to the schedule. He went to call Feng
The doctor came out to eat, and Doctor Fengshen asked him to eat first.
Since Doctor Feng didn't eat, Uncle Li naturally wouldn't eat first. He was mixing food for the chickens in the yard. At this time, He Qifeng came in from outside in a hurry.
He saw Uncle Li coming out of the yard and asked him, "Uncle Li, is Master here?"
Uncle Li smiled, "Yes, it's been a while."
He asked, "How do you feel?"
It was rare for He Qi to talk to Uncle Li.
Uncle Li glanced in the direction of the pharmacy and whispered, "He doesn't look well."
When He Qi heard what Uncle Li said, his expression became gloomy. "I'll go take a look."
When he entered the pharmacy, he saw Doctor Feng sitting on a chair with a gloomy face. The atmosphere in the whole pharmacy was terribly low.
He Qi's eyes turned slightly under his gold-rimmed glasses, and he said respectfully, "Master."
"Are you here?" Doctor Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Yes, I'm here." He Qi walked over and stood respectfully in front of him with a respectful and polite smile on his face. He began to explain, "My cousin said he was not feeling well, so I went to take care of him.
Looked at it. "
Doctor Feng didn't say anything, just looked at him.
His eyes were deep and complex, and He Qi's originally indifferent and gentle face gradually became a little uncomfortable.
He avoided Doctor Feng's gaze and tried to find another topic, "Master, where have you been these past two days?"
Doctor Feng still didn't respond.
Just stare at him.
It was as if he wanted to make his face look colorful.
He Qi tried his best to remain calm and kept smiling.
However, his slightly fluctuating eyes revealed his nervousness at the moment.
After a long while, Doctor Feng spoke calmly, "He Qi, how long have you been following me?"
He Qi didn't know why he suddenly asked him this, but answered respectfully, "Two days ago."
"Two 㹓, not short." Doctor Feng took another stack of He Qi's prescription manuscripts from the table and flipped through them. After a few seconds, he looked at him deeply, "You... every day...
If you work hard, you should be able to become a master now, what do you think? "
Go out on a mission?
He Qi's heart suddenly jumped, and he immediately said, "Master, my medical skills are still very shallow, and it is too early for me to become a master."
For the profound Chinese medicine, two pieces of jade are not enough to learn anything.
Although he was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine, his deceased father and grandfather were both traditional Chinese medicine doctors.
But they only caused some headaches and fevers for the local people.
He had read a lot of medical books since he was a child, but had not yet truly applied what he had learned into clinical practice.
How could he possibly become a disciple?
Doctor Feng spoke again in a nonchalant tone, "Then do you think, with your current level, you can write a paper like your senior sister's?"
When it comes to Lun 㫧, He Qi's eyes fluctuated violently.
Could it be...
He has been feeling uneasy all day.
My eyelids are twitching badly.
Maybe it's because I feel guilty, but I always feel that something is going to happen.
But he quickly regained his composure and shook his head humbly, "Master, I can't write it."
He said, "Sister's paper is at the master's level. Without dozens of years of medical experience and understanding, it is impossible to write such a paper. I am still inexperienced and have no experience yet.
With such great accomplishments, I hope that after learning from Master for a few more years, I can write amazing works like my senior sister."
Although He Qi praised Tang Min, the meaning behind his words was very obvious.
How old is Tang Mincai to be able to write that kind of article?
"Oh?" Doctor Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at him, smiling, "So, you think, she didn't write it herself?"
He Qi's eyes moved slightly, and he pretended to be panicked and denied, "Master, that's not what I meant."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Doctor Feng say, "Actually, you are right. She did not write the thesis herself."
He Qi was shocked, "What?"
Wasn’t it written by Tang Min?
Who wrote that?
He Qigang was full of confusion, and couldn't react to what happened. Doctor Feng thoughtfully answered his questions and puzzled him, "I wrote the thesis."
The few words he spoke in a light tone were like a metal rod hitting He Qi on the head.
It made his head buzz suddenly.
"You wrote it?" He Qi's face suddenly turned pale and his pupils shrank.
How is this possible?
Why did Master suddenly write an essay?
Since he wrote it, why would you lie to him?
"Yes, I wrote it." Doctor Feng Shen put away the smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes, and his expression gradually became angry. "I submitted an article to a magazine, and they said that my article was not
It was plagiarized. Someone had published that article before me.”
He Qi's face became paler and paler, and his fists at his sides were clenched tightly.
Although he tried his best to remain calm, a layer of cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.
Doctor Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at me, saying meaningfully, "I remember that except for you, no one else had read my paper."
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