It seemed that he finally understood the "symptom" of the clinic's lack of business, but Zhang Kun still had no choice.

Zhang Kun lay on the desk with a dejected look on his face, looking at the lively card game outside the clinic in half daze, time passed by little by little.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun began to gradually turn west, and a few people around the game began to disperse, and the remaining people, if they play a few more laps, they will probably disperse.

It's almost time to prepare supper at this point.

And Zhang Kun is almost ready to end today's business, just wait for the game at the door to finish.

Originally, Zhang Kun set the business hours for himself until 6 pm, but looking at it, there were probably no patients coming to the door today, so I closed the door early and went home early to rest.

This is the best thing for private clinics. If nothing happens, you can close whenever you want.

Of course, if there is indeed a patient who needs to see a doctor or buy medicine suddenly, there is a phone call posted on the clinic gate, or you can go to Zhang Kun’s grandmother’s house to greet him, it will be less than four or five hundred meters away.

But think about it, this possibility may not exist.

Zhang Kun sighed in his heart, and then continued to look at the sky outside the clinic. The sun in the sky had begun to gradually approach the highest peak, and it was about to take an hour to set.

But at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the gate.

"Doctor Zhang, is Dr. Zhang here?"

With the sound, a figure in his fifties and sixties strode in from outside the door. After entering, he glanced at him and saw Zhang Kun, who was lying on the table in a daze, with a bored look on his face, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face: "Doctor Zhang."

While speaking, the old man strode towards Zhang Kun, laughing while walking, "Doctor Zhang, I have found you. Do you still remember me?"

When the old man walked into the clinic, Zhang Kun stared at the person who came, feeling a little familiar. When he heard this again, a figure suddenly appeared in Zhang Kun's mind: "Is it Mr. Xu Mao?"

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, the old man's smile became even brighter and he laughed twice: "Doctor Zhang really remembers me."

Zhang Kun blinked, then stood up quickly, walked around the desk and greeted the old man. A happy smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Xu, why are you here? How are you doing? Are you in good health?"

"Okay!" Mr. Xu Mao grabbed Zhang Kun's hand, clenched it tightly, and then smiled repeatedly: "Thanks to Dr. Zhang, you helped me remove the tumor in my head. After more than a year of cultivation, I feel that it is better now than ever before. Look, I can jump or jump, and it is probably okay to live for another 10 or 20 years."

While speaking, Master Xu Mao jumped up and frightened Zhang Kun and hurriedly grabbed the old man's hand: "You should slow down, slow down, just recover, just recover. But it's a good thing to recover your body, but you are old all the time, so it's better to be more stable."

Seeing Zhang Kun's nervous look, Xu Maoshi laughed twice, but he stopped and stopped jumping.

After Xu Maoshi stood firm, Zhang Kun's heart relaxed, and then said with a little confusion: "By the way, Mr. Xu, why are you here? Look for me?"

Xu Maoshi smiled and nodded, and was about to speak, but suddenly, a "touch" sound suddenly sounded outside the clinic, and with the first sound, countless firecrackers rang out.

Amid the huge firecrackers, all the other sounds were swept away, and there were only countless roars in Zhang Kun's ears. Then, countless fireworks roared out of the clinic, and finally bloomed in the air.

Zhang Kun turned his head blankly outside the clinic. There were countless red paper flowers scattered on the clean open space at this time, and it seemed that there was an increasing trend. Soon the open space in front was covered with big red paper flowers.

The sound of firecrackers that seemed to be overwhelming for nearly ten minutes before slowly stopping. At this time, outside Zhang Kun's clinic, there was a long circle of people watching the fun. Zhang Kun's mother and grandmother were also among the crowd, watching from a distance that all the firecrackers in the pickup were consumed.

When the last sound ended, Zhang Kun's eardrums continued to tremble, and there was still a roar.

At this time, on the ground covered with red paper, a middle-aged man walked over in the smoke.

Xu Maoshi smiled and said, "Doctor Zhang, do you still remember him? You have met several times before, my son, Xu Gongming."

After hearing Xu Maoshi's introduction, Zhang Kun naturally remembered and nodded with a smile. Xu Gongming walked to Zhang Kun, reached out to shake hands with Zhang Kun and shook: "Doctor Zhang, we're meeting again."

After Zhang Kun and Xu Gongming shook hands, Xu Maoshi continued: "Doctor Zhang, I'm here to find you this time, not for anything else, just to thank you."

"I mentioned when I was about to be discharged from the hospital that I wanted to give you a banner, but you said that you are a doctor in the central hospital. If you don't collect the banner in person, you will make mistakes, so I gave up. But now, if you open a clinic yourself, you probably don't have these taboos."

Xu Maoshi said softly, then nodded to Xu Gongming. Xu Gongming turned his head and waved his hand. He saw that several small cars lined up in sequence when the smoke gradually dissipated. Then, with Xu Gongming waved, two young men came over with a plaque.

The plaque is brown and black, about two meters long and one meter high. The plaque is carved with back-shaped patterns on all sides. In the middle, four big characters are written on black background and gold lacquer: The living genius doctor.

Looking at the plaque and thinking about Mr. Xu Mao's words just now, Zhang Kun didn't understand anything. Zhang Kun waved his hand quickly: "I can't use it, I can't use it. How can I afford the word "miracle doctor?"

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Xu Maoshi did not speak, but Xu Gongming spoke with a solemn expression: "Doctor Zhang, my old man suddenly had a malignant tumor, and it deteriorated very quickly. In a few months, I tortured my old man so much that he was worse than death."

"I took my old man to travel around Yanjing, sea, Tianjin..., all the well-known hospitals in China, but no one dared to use a knife. They all said that I would take my old man to walk around more and see more, and eat what I should eat."

"Later, a friend introduced me to Nanhu Central Hospital and found you. It was you who made me turn the world away with your hands and gave me a second life. It was you who gave me the opportunity to continue to respect the old man. You deserve this word "miracle doctor."

Listening to Xu Gongming's words, Zhang Kun slowly fell silent.

Seeing Zhang Kun seemingly dismissive, Xu Gongming said in a deep voice: "Doctor Zhang, if you can't even deserve the word "miracle doctor", then those who are named "miracle doctor" in this world are all those who seek fame and reputation?"

Zhang Kun was still silent.

Xu Maoshi looked at Zhang Kun and whispered: "Doctor Zhang, please accept it."
Chapter completed!