After repeatedly explaining and assured my mother, it was definitely not the one who asked me to do it. Then Zhang Kun killed the noodles in the bowl with a wry smile, then went to the clinic to open the door, and then continued to lie down and stare blankly.

As the morning passed slowly, Zhang Kun still lay bored on his desk for a long time. The clinic did not change any changes because of the plaque sent yesterday, and there were still no patients coming to the door.

But despite this, Zhang Kun would occasionally turn his head to look at the plaque "The Living Doctor" on the wall, and a silly smile appeared on his face. No matter what, we are also someone who gave it to him.

But at 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon, another sound of firecrackers covering the sky and the earth resounded throughout Xingwang Village.

Amid countless curious eyes, a middle-aged man in his forties brought a banner of "rejuvenating his life and saving lives and helping the wounded."

Zhang Kun remembered that he suffered from cerebellar tumors, his limbs were stiff and he could not walk. Later, Zhang Kun took the lead in the surgery and removed the lesion.

Looking at the person who looked grateful and the banner of rejuvenating his youth, Zhang Kun was silent for a while, and finally accepted his kindness and left the middle-aged man to have supper together.

After a few days, Xingwang Village always sounded lively firecrackers, even two or three times a day, as if it brought Xingwang Village back to the New Year season.

On the wall on the right side of Zhang Kun, in addition to the plaque "The Living Doctor", there were several pennants and a big thank you letter.

On the sixth day, firecrackers sounded again at the entrance of the clinic. An old man said the words "I'm late" while delivering a pair of calligraphy to Zhang Kun. The word "The spring warms the apricot forest and the fragrance of the spring in the orange well is" written on it.

"I came late to ask for this calligraphy. Doctor Zhang forgive me." Although he said apologized, the old man looked satisfied.

At this time, the old teacher in the village, Grandpa Li, who was looking at the calligraphy and painting from afar, looked at it for more than ten seconds, couldn't help but nod: "Good words!"

"Old man Li, what good is written? I can't understand what I wrote, it's like a ghost drawing talisman." An old man next to him looked at the calligraphy and painting, looking left and right, not understanding what he was writing.

Teacher Li looked at his old friend and smiled and said, "The eight words "Apricot forest spring warms, Orange Well spring fragrant" are written on it, which is written on mad cursive."

Speaking of this, Teacher Li was stunned, then his eyes suddenly froze, but he saw the signature under the inscription from afar, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Zhang Xuequn's word?"

"Old man Li, what are you calling? Zhang Xuequn?" The old man next to him still didn't understand.

However, Teacher Li ignored him and couldn't help but walk out of the crowd, walked into the clinic, and came to Zhang Kun and the old man who was sending calligraphy and paintings. A distance of more than one meter, he looked tightly at the eight big characters on the framed calligraphy and paintings.

Finally, Teacher Li slowly let out a sigh, then nodded to Zhang Kun and the old man who sent the letter with a smile, but without saying a word, he turned around and left the clinic and returned to the place where he was standing.

"Old man Li, go in and see if you see anything, and what Zhang Xuequn you just mentioned, is this word good?"

Teacher Li pursed his lips and pondered for a while, then showed a slightly bitter smile on his face: "If that word is really from Zhang Xuequn, this word is worth 100,000 yuan, well, the lowest!"

Teacher Li took a deep breath and felt shocked and suspicious after being suppressed.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Li suddenly remembered something, covered the mouth of the old guy next to him who was about to open his mouth and exclaim, and then whispered in his ear: "Don't scream, don't tell others about this."

The old man covered by Teacher Li was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, nodded slightly, and Teacher Li slowly let go of his hand, and then the two continued to look at the clinic together.

Zhang Kun didn't know whether the calligraphy and paintings were good or not. As for Zhang Xuequn, Zhang Kun didn't know anything about it and knew nothing about its value. However, this did not affect his gratitude to the old man who traveled thousands of miles to send calligraphy and paintings.

They also left the old man to have dinner together and then sent him away respectfully.

With the arrival of the last word, the chain of firecrackers seemed to have ended. The next day, Xingwang Village returned to quiet and peaceful again.

Zhang Kun looked at the walls of banners, calligraphy and paintings in many places in the clinic, and thank you letters. Zhang Kun finally took out his cell phone, then found a number and dialed it out, and the phone was quickly answered.

"Director Li, thank you!" Zhang Kun said softly.

Dean Li's hearty laughter came from the other side of the phone: "I should do whatever I thank you." The laughter paused, and then Dean Li whispered: "Zhang Kun, it's not easy to open a clinic, and it's even more difficult for a young doctor to open a clinic. It may be more difficult at the beginning, but I hope you can persevere and maintain the passion in your heart, and don't affect your heart to save the world because of temporary difficulties."

"I know, Dean Li, I will do it well."

"Well, come on, I'm looking forward to your good news."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Kun looked at the banner, calligraphy, plaque, and thank-you letter on the wall again, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face, very warm.

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With the arrival of these pennants and calligraphy, the reputation of Zhang Kun's clinic in the village finally changed. Everyone looked at Zhang Kun's clinic no longer like a joke, but became half-believing and half-doubted.

After all, if the banners are just two together, everyone can say that Zhang Kun supports himself and directs and acts as a double act.

But for six or seven consecutive days, the banners I sent were almost hanging on a wall, and the people who came were all from all over the world, young and old. The firecrackers I set off these days were tens of thousands of yuan.

Especially when Teacher Li commented on Zhang Xuequn's words finally came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.

For villagers, a piece of characters worth 100,000 yuan is unimaginable. It is just a few words worth 100,000 yuan?

However, everyone believed in the words of the teacher, so for a moment, people went to Zhang Kun's clinic every day to check out the calligraphy and paintings that were said to be worth 100,000 yuan.

At first, Zhang Kun thought something was wrong, but later he learned the value of the calligraphy and painting from his grandmother. After checking Zhang Xuequn online, he immediately transferred the calligraphy and painting to his home without saying a word.

There is no one on duty at night in the clinic. Except for opening the door, Zhang Kun usually does not stay in the clinic. A pair of calligraphy and paintings worth 100,000 yuan are placed in the clinic. It is said that he is not afraid of thieves stealing, but is afraid of thieves thinking about it.
Chapter completed!