The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 95 You Help Him Three Times
The box was bigger than a palm, and I don't know what's in it, but it's still locked.

Apart from these, she has no idea of ​​picking up anything else.

About half an hour later, an aunt came and bought a half-collapsed water bottle. She checked and found that there was no leak, so she wanted it too.

I found some more wood to make gestures, and finally put the whole set in the sack I brought, and had to weigh it.

"Fifth and two cents." Tan Mianmian said, the aunt just took out five cents: "The two cents is because my bag is heavy, that's it."

She didn't stop her, these things outside were not the main event. "Okay, thank you for patronizing and walking slowly."

Seeing her being so polite, the aunt stayed behind: "If you wipe my zeros like this, the old man won't bother you?"

As he spoke, he looked Tan Mianmian up and down.

"Haha, from what you said, why don't you give me [-]%?" Tan Mianmian said.

The aunt walked away, not wanting to pay attention to this sentence.

Go to the door and drop a sentence. "If he really talks about you, you will cry, and you must keep it."

Tan Mianmian couldn't help wondering if there was any precedent between her and old man Fang.

The two old men came hand in hand.

a brisk walk. "Hurry up, young girl, what will you do if someone bullies you if you guard a second-hand stall?"

A bellows. "Hoo~hoo~! You, you go slowly, you old mountain cannon."

When Tan Mianmian heard the movement, he leaned out of the door to look. The old man pulling the bellows immediately straightened up, and was scolded by old man Fang for being prudish.

"Hello." Tan Mianmian greeted this person politely for the first time.

"Oh, hello, lesbian."

After old man Fang entered, he closed the door and led the two people to sit in the small room for a while: "Everyone is here now, and he has brought his things, and you have 50 yuan, so I need you to brighten things up."

The old man who introduced himself as Wang Jinghe first asked Tan Mianmian how far he is studying medicine now.

flu?Bruises?Still can do surgical wound treatment?
"Trauma treatment, cold, fever, bruises, rheumatism, bone pain, common diseases, and mainly prescribe traditional Chinese medicine."

"Ah? You focus on Chinese medicine?"

"No, I prefer a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, but conditions are limited. If I can get Chinese medicine to treat diseases and save lives, then Chinese medicine. If I have Western medicine resources, of course I will arrange it according to the actual situation."

Wang Jinghe nodded, and chatted with her about some medical theories and operations.

Old man Fang said, "If you drag him into talking again, be careful that he doesn't have a car to go back to the countryside."

That Wang Jinghe unfolded the thing that Wang Jinghe had tightly wrapped himself, it was a super-sized medicine box.

There are three floors inside, and the bottom is the listening device, which is a flat floor.

In the middle layer are some syringes and acupuncture kits, two pairs of masks, two pairs of gloves, and an iron box for measuring blood pressure.

On the top layer are some anti-inflammatory and disinfecting tablets, a few small bottles of iodophor, and the production date of the tablets is even very new.

These things, together with the box itself, fifty.

These things are fifty, and others may need to think about buying them, but she just asked for them.

But when she counted the money, she found something wrong. She brought money to buy a watch, but bought gloves: "I bought gloves just now, so the cost is only 45. Can I give you five yuan next time?"

Before old man Fang said he would help her out first, Wang Jinghe suddenly waved his hands: "No, I want you to do me a favor."

Tan Mianmian was slightly taken aback.

What can she do for him?

(End of this chapter)