On the seventh day after the clinic opened, Zhang Kun was wearing a white coat and sat bored behind the desk in the middle of the clinic, holding his chin, staring blankly at the statue of Hua Tuo behind the desk.

It has been seven days since the opening, and then, there has been no more.

From the opening of the business to now, 171...well, two, 172 hours, no patient came to the door.

Zhang Kun looked blankly at the wall on the right wall. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and then continued to turn around and stare at the statue of Hua Tuo behind the desk, and continued to stare at the statue of Hua Tuo behind the desk.

This day is so idle that it makes people rust. It’s not as good as fishing every day before. Although I haven’t caught a single fish, at least I still have a thought. But those who run their own clinics can’t wait for others to get sick and then see a doctor.

Although Zhang Kun also wanted to have one or two patients to show his skills, he was not yet as eager for others to get sick.

Alas, why did you want to open a clinic?

It seems that I originally wanted to find something for myself, but now... I feel more idle.

"Doctor Zhang, you are resting. Can you lend us a stool? The weather is good today, so I asked a few old guys to play some small cards. Isn't it? The front of your clinic is spacious and the sun is just right, do you think it's okay?"

An old man in his fifties and sixties looked out from outside the clinic and smiled at Zhang Kun. Behind him, three old man in his fifties and sixties were smiling, one of whom was holding a long card in his hand.

Hearing the sound from the door, Zhang Kun quickly raised his head and looked at the person who was talking. Zhang Kun smiled awkwardly, and then nodded quickly: "Hey, Grandpa Liu, you can take it yourself."

The old man nodded with a smile, and did not be polite to Zhang Kun. He went into the house and drew five plastic plastic stools. After leaving the clinic, the plum blossom formation was set, and then one of four people was one of them, and one in the middle was used as a card table.

With skillful shuffling, cutting and drawing cards, the four of them were about to start the first game, but Zhang Kun walked out carefully with a small square table in his hands.

"Grandpa Liu, the stool is too short, you can use this." Zhang Kun said with a smile while putting the small square table beside the four old men.

The small square table is a table in the clinic that allows patients to rest and let go of some drips, and it is quite suitable for height.

Looking at the small square table that Zhang Kun moved out, Mr. Liu hurriedly said, "Doctor Zhang, why are you so embarrassed? The table is not needed. We old guys can borrow these stools. You still need to use this table." Zhang Kun smiled and said, "Grandpa Liu, don't be polite. Isn't this the clinic empty, and it's not available for the time being. You can use it."

As he said that, Zhang Kun smiled at the other three old men and nodded, then he entered the clinic again, and then continued to lie on his desk... in a daze.

However, Mr. Liu and the other two carefully picked up the cards in their hands, then put the small square table in the middle, and then continued to play cards again. Not to mention, this small square table is better than the rubber stool. At least it doesn’t have to bend your waist all the time. It is also convenient to catch and play cards, and there is also a place to put your hands on it, which is much more comfortable.

Mr. Liu and the other four set up the card table, and they played in great enthusiasm. After a while, they attracted five or six old men watching, about a dozen people, standing or sitting around the small square table, laughing, and occasionally arguing, and for a moment, they even looked a little lively.

Zhang Kun raised his head, looked outside the clinic, and sighed helplessly.

I wanted to open a clinic, but now it looks more like an elderly activity center. It was like this two days ago and arrived on time in the afternoon. It was just that yesterday was poker and today was a card. Next time, I don’t know if the mahjong table would be brought over, hey.

Forget it, it’s good for the old men to be happy, well, it’s good for the happy.

Zhang Kun was dazed with a bored look on his face. Suddenly, a figure walked by quickly on the road outside the clinic. Zhang Kun glanced at him and greeted him: "Uncle Li."

The figure walking fast on the road paused when he heard Zhang Kun's greeting, then slowed down slightly, turned toward Zhang Kun and smiled as if embarrassed: "Zhang Kun."

Uncle Li is called Li Boyu. Well, he is a cousin with Li Botao and shares the same grandfather. However, the relationship between the two families is average. Li Botao and Zhang Kun’s grandmother’s family are in a quarrel, but Li Boyu’s family is in normal contact. During the Chinese New Year, Li Boyu also came to his grandmother’s house to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Zhang Kun remembers it clearly.

When Li Boyu turned his head, Zhang Kun was slightly stunned. He saw that Li Boyu's cheeks were slightly red, and the edges of his eyes were slightly red, and he looked a little listless.

Is this a cold?

Zhang Kun blinked, then stood up and walked out the door: "Where is Uncle Li going?"

"Go to the town, um... buy some vegetables." Li Boyu smiled embarrassedly.

This is inconvenient in the countryside. Although most of the time, every household has some of their own crops and it is okay to satisfy their daily meals or something, if you want to change your taste, you must go to the town.

Zhang Kun nodded with a smile, but said with a little hesitation: "Uncle Li, you seem to be a little physically unwell?"

Li Boyu's smile froze, but he soon smiled with nothing to do: "No, I'm in good health. I want to drink some wine tonight and buy some food in the town. Okay, I won't bother you, I'm catching the bus."

After saying that, he waved to Zhang Kun and quickly left.

Looking at Li Boyu's back as he left, Zhang Kun blinked, then shrugged, and returned to his desk, and continued to stare blankly.

However, as soon as he entered the state and his eyes were still slightly free, Zhang Kun suddenly felt a little stunned.

Since learning martial arts, Zhang Kun's ears and eyes have become more sensitive, and his five senses are far beyond ordinary people. Zhang Kun faintly heard a faint sound outside the clinic.

"Hey, Dr. Zhang is a good person, enthusiastic, and respects the elderly. It's just that I'm too young and have a little to do it."

"Shh, whisper, look at the cards, look at the cards..."

Zhang Kun was there all over, and slowly, slowly, a trace of bitter smile began to appear on his face.

Are you promising at a young age? So that's it. Why didn't I think of this?

This young and promising word is a good word, a complimentary word, which describes a person who makes a difference when he is young. It is considered a very important compliment for a young man.

However, if it is put on Zhang Kun, or to be precise, in the profession of doctors, being promising at a young age is not a good thing.

At least, in China, in the eyes of ordinary people, medical skills of doctors are basically related to age. Because experience is very important for treating a doctor, it is generally believed that the older the doctor, the better the medical skills.

And what is that young doctor? Just a young boy or an intern, can you treat the disease? Don’t show it to the wrong way.

Zhang Kun suddenly remembered the figure that Li Boyu had just walked by, his slightly red cheeks and red eyes, all of whom were angry or even feverish, and his spirit was a little bit depressed. He was basically not a cold, but it shouldn't be serious. He just prescribed some medicine and it would be cured in two or three days.

But…….

Zhang Kun smiled bitterly, would you buy wine and food?
Chapter completed!