Raiders TCM Daily

Chapter 1 Closed in Three Months
In the operating room, a shadowless lamp illuminated a perfect and delicate face.

This is Yan Qingqing's most beautiful work this year.

Double eyelids with just the right curvature, fox eyes with naturally raised ends, a delicate and pretty nose, and a thin, well-defined jawline.

"A work of art!"

In the operating room, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

"No wonder Zifu chose our hospital for repair. Dr. Yan's craftsmanship is comparable to God's miraculous workmanship."

"Damn it! I wonder if I'm blind. I can't even see the stitches, not at all."

"Dr. Yan hid all the needles and threads, so Zi Fu dared to go to another surgeon for examination last time to prove the rumors that she did not have plastic surgery."

Beside the operating table, the green medical mask was taken off, revealing a face that was more beautiful and natural than the face on the operating table.

Yan Qingqing smiled, and the shadowless lamp above her head instantly lost its brilliance, "I asked my assistant to order takeout. Everyone has worked hard today!"

"Thank you, Dr. Yan! But, did we end so early today?"

The nurses in the operating room glanced at each other, and the time on the wall showed that it was 2 pm, and only one operation was performed today.

"When I was busy in the past, I would have to work overtime until at least 8-9pm."

"It's not good to leave work early, but it is said that Dr. Yan will not have many patients for appointments in the next week."

"What a gift! Dr. Yan has such great skills! If I weren't poor and afraid of pain, I would want to become a beauty."

"Me too. If I hadn't gotten married, I'd like to see Dr. Yan!"

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office.

Finance Shen Fu took a photo of last week's daily report on Yan Qingqing's desk.

"Yan Qingqing, do you only know about performing surgery every day and leave your brain on the operating table? Our weekly income is not as much as the Yumeiyi Traditional Chinese Medicine Center across the street!"

Yan Qingqing was wearing a green surgical gown and a white coat. Her hair was casually held up with hairpins. She stood in front of the glass window, looking at her watch and counting the flow of people on the other side.

"Shen Fu, 356 people entered their TCM clinic within an hour, 324 of whom were women. I saw that 86 of them were our members. I guess we are about to be fucked by them."

Shen Fu felt jealous, "It's so abominable! They actually drove it across from us. Basically, they robbed all our business."

Yan Qingqing sighed, "I'm a little doubtful about life. After all, I went to South Korea to study and worked in a top plastic surgery hospital in Seoul. Such good technology is one of the best in City A, but the patients who came to me before came to me in one day. Not as much as they do in an hour.”

"Sister, it's not about technology, it's about turnover. Look downstairs. There's a whole hospital waiting for you to pay your wages!"

Shen Fu took out another document from the document bag, "By the way, take a look at this. If the bank loan is not repaid in three months, this clinic will be acquired by the bank."

Shen Fu put the materials on Yan Qingqing's desk, turned around and went out the door. When the door was closed, she glanced at the boss, and sighed silently, "It's so pitiful, she will soon become like herself, a pauper."

……

Yu Meiyi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic is bustling with people, and the young lady at the front desk is so excited to run.

As soon as Yan Qingqing walked into the Chinese medicine hall, a burst of Chinese medicine fragrance broke into her nostrils.

(End of this chapter)