This clinic cannot be opened casually. It requires several procedures and approval from higher authorities. Zheng Xinyi has all the necessary procedures, so she is naturally not worried.
"Your application doesn't meet the standards and will not be approved." The person from the health department threw the information to Zheng Xinyi.
Zheng Xinyi still understood the ways of the world and took out the two hundred yuan she had prepared from her bag: "A little gift from me."
The person at the sanitation office glanced at her. Unexpectedly, this young girl was so generous and knew the rules. He took the information thrown to her, looked through it again, and then stamped it.
No matter what era you live in, Zheng Xinyi understands that money makes things easier. It cost her a lot to get a business license, but finally everything was done and she planned to open the clinic before the New Year.
Zheng Xinyi began to make plans on the first floor. She first entered the space and took out a few beds that looked old and a bit worn from the ward and placed them at the innermost side of the first floor. In order not to show off, she only took out two beds to prepare for those who were seriously ill. Then she selected a few worn-out chairs and infusion stands and placed them in a row in front of the beds.
Bai Cuiping's bar cabinet was still usable. She took out the medicinal herbs she had packed in advance from the space and placed them neatly on the cabinet behind the bar. Then she took out some salt water, sugar water and some anti-inflammatory drugs, put a chair inside the bar for her use, and placed her commonly used stethoscope outside the bar. The chairs outside the bar were for patients. Everything was ready, and her clinic would be open soon. The next step was to get a plaque. After much thought, she realized that her calligraphy was really unsightly, so she asked her neighbors and learned that there was a sixty-year-old Mr. Qin who had a good handwriting and made a living by writing calligraphy for others. He was the one who wrote the Spring Festival couplets and couplets on weekdays.
As soon as Zheng Xinyi entered the room, she could smell a strong scent of books. She was greeted by a kind-looking old lady: "Miss, do you need some calligraphy?"
"I need to write a plaque," said Zheng Xinyi.
"Have you thought of a name?" the old lady asked.
Zheng Xinyi thought for a moment and blurted out, "Just call it Xinyi Clinic."
The old lady smiled and said, "Please come in first."
Following the direction of the old lady's finger, Zheng Xinyi saw a very elegant old man with silver hair and glasses writing calligraphy with great concentration in the inner room surrounded by several people. When she walked over, the first thing she saw was the word "longevity".
After putting down the last stroke, Zheng Xinyi's eyes widened, her mouth already forming an O shape. Several people nodded in satisfaction and praised: "Good calligraphy, Mrs. Xue will definitely like it."
"Grandpa, this is the reward you deserve." A man handed an envelope of money to Grandpa Qin.
Several people carefully left with the longevity characters. Before walking out the door, Zheng Xinyi kept listening to their endless praises.
"This girl wants to write a plaque, and the name is Xinyi Medical Clinic." As she spoke, the old lady who had just had a brief conversation with her had already prepared the pen and calligraphy.
Perhaps because Mr. Qin thought Zheng Xinyi was young, he looked up at her deliberately. The word "longevity" just now made Zheng Xinyi respect him, and she nodded and smiled slightly.
Old Master Qin moved the brush in his hand for a few minutes, and the plaque was completed. As he put the last stroke on it, Old Master Qin said, "I'll give this girl a frame for her photo for free."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Zheng Xinyi: "Come with me!"
The silver frame looked elegant. When seeing Zheng Xinyi off, the old lady said, "Mr. Qin never takes the initiative to ask anyone to frame a photo. You are the first one."
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