Seeing that the time was almost up, Qingshan called Yin'er to start calling out numbers. Yin'er happily took out a children's erasable magnetic writing board, bit the pink magnetic pen, wrote a big "1" on the writing board, and then went to the side room with the writing board in his mouth to call people.
Cheng Liang and the other two waited in the side room for their appointments. During this time, a dozen more people arrived, and only after the examination room was filled with about twenty people did anyone else come in. Cheng Liang secretly scanned the room. Although there were many people, there were only twenty bamboo sticks. Those without bamboo sticks were probably family members. It seemed the post was right. Doctor Chen only saw twenty patients a day. Those who didn't get a spot had to come back early the next day. Some people even came three or four times without getting a bamboo stick. It seemed the four of them were lucky to have gotten first in line on their first visit.
Cheng Liang was secretly looking at the other patients in the side room when he heard Wang Zhen, who was sitting next to him, exclaim: "Oh my god, what a big wolfdog!"
They all looked toward the door and saw a black wolf-dog standing there. It was about the size of a calf and had a Barbie-pink children's writing board in its mouth with a "1" written on it.
Seeing the black wolf, everyone's reactions varied: some were frightened, some were shocked, some were curious, and some were not surprised at all. The black wolf stood there for a while, holding the clipboard in its mouth. Seeing that the people inside didn't react, it gently put the clipboard on the ground, looked at the bamboo sticks in everyone's hands, and finally stopped its gaze on Cheng Liang, and let out a "Woo-woof."
Cheng Liang looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, which also had a "1" on it, and then at the "1" on the writing board. He wondered: Could it be that the clinic had just started? Was this dog... the guide? Cheng Liang, as if possessed by some mysterious force, pointed his finger at himself and asked the big black wolf-dog, "Are you... calling me to see a doctor?"
The black wolf dog actually nodded in a humane manner, which stunned everyone in the room. Oh my God, I heard that there was a human-like dog in this clinic, but I didn’t expect it to be so smart. It could bark and understand human language. It must be a spirit!
Cheng Liang swallowed, stood up, straightened his clothes, walked out of the side room and went to the clinic. The big black dog also picked up the writing board and followed him with its tail wagging.
Cheng Liang entered the main hall. The room was spacious and bright, and, like the waiting room, it was decorated in an antique Chinese style. Two carved huanghuali wood armchairs and a small square coffee table stood against the wall to the left of the main door. A large huanghuali wood chaise longue stood against the wall to the right. Facing the main door was a carved wooden table. On the table lay brushes, inkstone, paper, and inkstone. A young woman, wearing a moon-white, double-breasted Chinese gown and a bamboo hairpin, was reading. Sunlight streamed in through the moonlit window beside the girl, casting a perfect golden silhouette. On the windowsill sat potted plants with palm leaves and red fruits.
Cheng Liang was stunned. He felt as if he had traveled through time for thousands of years and saw the peerless beauty mentioned in history books, who could conquer a city with one glance and a country with another. She was so beautiful and charming that she was unparalleled in the world.
Qingshan heard a noise at the door, put down his book, looked up, smiled at the young man standing opposite him, and said, "Hello, please sit down!"
After saying that, Qingshan nodded and motioned Cheng Liang to sit on the chair beside her. Yin'er also entered the clinic with a writing board in his mouth. He lay on the ground with his big head resting on his folded front paws, watching his master diagnose the disease.
Qingshan took the rice paper medical form and the brush and wrote as he asked, "What's your name?"
"Cheng, Cheng Liang..."
"How old?"
"Twenty-three."
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm not feeling unwell..."
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