Marrying a wife, the kind that spends money

Chapter 422

"It's okay." Mu Zhui smiled, Aunt Qin got off the elevator together, and the two chatted about homework. After getting out of the elevator door, Mu Zhui went to the parking lot to find his car.

After driving the Bentley and leaving the community, he went to his workplace.

Stopping in front of a traffic light, just in front of the large LED screen of the building, news was broadcasting, the imperial kingdom issued a wanted warrant, and offered a high price for his news.

Mu Zhui looked at the people on the big screen as if he was looking at a stranger, without blushing or heartbeat.

Just after the news of the arrest warrant, Huarong's advertisement followed.

Chiyunxi's sweet smile appeared on the huge screen, Mu Zhui looked at that smiling face, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

Read softly: "S."

When the green light came on, Mu Zhui drove on.

He runs a private practice and has been doing it for years.

As soon as he arrived at the clinic, several employees in the clinic greeted him excitedly.

"Doctor Bai, you're back."

"Did you bring us a present?"

Mu Zhui smiled and said, "How could I forget? You can pick it yourself in the car."

"Great!"

Every time Mu Zhui came back, he brought them gifts, and even rogue cats and stray dogs had fresh rations.

So every time he came back, the stray cats and dogs nearby would come to him smelling the smell of car exhaust as if they had made an appointment.

Mu Zhui walked into the office and looked through the recent patient records.

After several staff members who were going to carry the gifts came in, they started chatting with him about the new and interesting things during his absence recently.

Not long after, a car came outside, and a woman with a good figure but wearing a hat, glasses and a mask walked in.

"Is Doctor Bai there?" the woman asked.

When Mu Zhui heard the voice, he knew who it was.

"I'm here." Mu Zhui came out of the office.

The woman said: "I seem to have a skin disease, my whole face is covered with bumps, can you cure me?"

When it was said that it was a skin disease, the young staff members did not dare to approach it much.

Mu Zhui said, "Come on, let me take a look."

The woman walked in, and Mu Zhui said to the people outside: "Go and feed the kittens something delicious, I'll just come and see this patient."

"Okay." Everyone was eager.

These three young staff members, a slightly fat woman, are practicing here after graduating from medical school. After the internship, they are unwilling to work in other places, so they want to stay here.

I stayed there for more than three years.

Everyone calls this woman Xiaoling.

Another thinner woman came here last year and she just graduated. She works as a small doctor here and can treat common fever and cold.

It's easier to get gratification in small places.

Everyone calls her Xiaomei.

The other man, who is more of a girl, may have been with two women for a long time, and usually has nothing to do, and he also likes to follow the two girls to apply nail polish and so on.

Everyone calls him Da Gua.

In the clinic, there is also an old Chinese doctor, who is 60 years old, sitting at the consultation table and listening to young people chatting and laughing, and he is also happy.

There are usually not many people in this small clinic, and the flow of people will increase only when influenza is concurrent.

Because the location is a bit remote, but even so, their boss still pays them a lot of salary every month.

They can work easily and earn more money than outsiders, so everyone is naturally reluctant to leave.

(End of this chapter)