Chapter 8 Medicinal Materials in the Dungeon
Because there is no trust, there is no communication.
Long-term accumulation.
Fu Yijin didn't believe that his mother would understand him and believed that he was telling the truth.
"Mrs. Jing, I'll be leaving first."
Jingmei lowered her eyes and was thinking about other things, so she didn't hear what she said at all.
She doesn't care either.
Dean Ming held a hat in his hand and put it on. "Doctor Yun, let's go together."
She put her hands in her pockets and left Fu's house.
…
Pinghezhai.
A place that requires a VIP membership card to enter.
Not many people have membership cards, and the Shen family is one of them.
Of course, vegetable prices are also particularly high.
Chen Xianmeng took great pains to borrow a membership card from her father to treat people to dinner here.
She held a cell phone in her hand, and the sound of her typing could be heard softly in the private room.
The door of the private room was pushed open, and Shen Xianmeng stood up holding the phone.
He is the waiter of Pinghezhai.
A trace of disappointment flashed across her face, and she suppressed her thoughts and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Ms. Shen, how long will it take for all your guests to arrive? You are already two hours overdue."
"Wait a moment..." Chen Xianmeng's phone vibrated. She lowered her head to read the message, her face embarrassed, and her voice gradually lowered: "No, I don't want to eat anymore."
…
One o'clock in the afternoon, Yunzhu Clinic.
There was a man sitting on the steps at the door. He saw the visitor put out his cigarette and forced a smile: "Doctor Yun, are you closed today?"
"Yes."
Yu Qing was holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.
I didn't have the nerve to say that she was only two minutes late because of the delicious food.
The two entered the clinic one after the other.
Yu Qing boiled some water, took out some tea leaves, and asked nonchalantly, "Have you finished your sleeping pills?"
One of her patients.
He has a serious mental illness and cannot fall asleep without sleeping pills.
Ye Qihao was thinking about her voice, which seemed to have become even colder. He curled his fingers and asked politely, "Can you give me a few more this time?"
Yu Qing took out the key to the medicine cabinet and refused: "No."
She opened the door of the medicine cabinet and slowly reached out to take the sleeping pills. With her slender fingertips, she took out the bottle, counted a few pills and poured them into her palm. "As usual, I'll finish it first."
Ye Qihao remained silent.
I watched her find the medicine bag and fold it carefully, making sure the corners were square.
"Give."
"Thanks."
Ye Qihao took the medicine bag, thought about something, and turned to leave.
He suddenly stopped and looked at the spider plant at the door. There were no freshly sprayed water droplets on its petals and leaves.
He stood there for a while, put the medicine bag in his pocket, walked out of the clinic and turned left.
Yu Qing made a cup of green tea when her phone on the table suddenly vibrated. It was a call from an unknown number with no notes. She swiped to answer the call and pressed the speakerphone button. "Hello?"
On the other end of the line was a woman's voice, her voice thin and with a smile: "It's me, Doctor Yun."
It’s Du Yunjun.
She had just been to the clinic yesterday and her scheduled appointment was in two days.
Then the phone call came--
"Is there anything wrong?" Yu Qing took out a white jade cup with tea leaves in it and poured hot water into it.
"It's like this. I asked someone to look for the picture you sent me. This medicinal herb is not available on the market for the time being, but the Jingjiang Auction House seems to have news about the 'Fuxin Flower'." Du Yunjun said slowly.
"Can you take a picture and show it to me?"
"I've already sent someone to do it, but they may not be able to take photos. Jingjiang Auction House..." She paused, considering, "My people may not be able to get in early."
Du Yunjun was not sure whether the Fuxin Flower sold at the auction house was the one Yu Qing wanted.
Yu Qing gave a gray hand-drawn picture.
It's hard to tell.
Yu Qing raised her eyes, the fragrance of tea permeating her eyes like mist, her eyelashes drooped, her expression unclear: "If you can't take a picture, tell me, I can go and take a look."
Her voice was cold, but her meaning was clear.
"Okay, then I won't bother Doctor Yun anymore."
The phone was hung up.
Yu Qing drank tea and looked towards the alley outside the clinic.
Heart-warming flowers,
Do the medicinal herbs in the horror dungeon really exist in this world...
…
The lowest temperature in Hecheng in winter is only six or seven degrees.
It is just like this, it is warm during the day and cold at night, which makes it easy to catch a cold and get sick.
Many people caught a cold, coughed, or even had a fever before they had even had time to put on their coats.
There are a lot of people coming to get saline injections in the afternoon.
They don't want to go to the hospital for a minor cold, so a small clinic is the best choice.
It was already six o'clock in the evening when the last patient left.
Yu Qing took off his mask and sent a message to Yu Huilian to tell him the time he would be home.
She locked the clinic door.
Because there is a food street nearby, there are quite a few people on the street outside.
Across the street from the exclusive club.
A girl wearing a white sweater and a black pleated skirt was squatting at the door.
Several people walked out of the lobby on the first floor. She stood up and stopped the man in the lead.
I don’t know what was said, I just saw the girl’s face gradually turning pale.
The other person patted his clothes in disgust, walked around her to the side of the road, and several of them got into the same car and left.
After about a minute, the girl turned around and prepared to leave.
Across the street, Yu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded slightly, with no emotion in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
The two looked at each other across the busy street and the bustling crowd.
Chen Xianmeng pursed her lips as if humiliated, and raised her foot to cross the traffic.
When she ran to the other side, the girl was no longer there.
She's not stupid and she doesn't leave after mocking me.
…
The Xinlou Community, contrary to its name, looks shabby and old.
According to policy, this residential complex will be demolished and rebuilt in a few years.
Yu Qing stepped onto the stairs. The voice-controlled light was not on. She stomped her feet hard, dust climbed up her shoes, and she walked up without caring.
Two families live on one floor, with their doors facing each other.
The wooden door on the left of the third floor was half open, and bright light illuminated the dim corridor.
Yu Qing put away the hand holding the key.
I smelled a faint aroma of food.
She came in.
Sure enough, there were three freshly prepared dishes, one soup, and three bowls of rice on the table.
Yu Qing felt a little complicated and looked a little sad.
Yu Huilian stood on the seat to the right of the door, filled with a bowl of soup. When she heard the noise, she looked up with a smile in her eyes: "Come and eat."
Yu Qing sat in his seat.
Soon, Tang Heyan came out of the kitchen with chopsticks and spoons, wearing pure black aprons.
I have another pure white apron at home, which is a couple's style with this one, but it is much cleaner.
During the meal, Yu Qing mentioned that he would go to the capital the day after tomorrow to see a patient.
Tang Heyan didn't say much to Yu Huilian, just asked her to take care of herself.
After dinner.
Yu Qing returned to the room, put his cell phone on the bedside table, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.
When she came out of the shower, there were several unread text messages on her phone.
She turned on her phone and saw a message from the private detective.
[Only the last three years can be found; traces of life before that have been artificially erased.]
【If we fail to meet specific requirements, we are very professional.】
【This time we give you 20% off! 】
She opened the information sent by the other party.
(End of this chapter)
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