Rebirth Craftsman

It takes a lot of preparation to take over the commissary, so from this moment on, she has to work hard.

Sikonglei looked at Tang Tang who was going away and shook his head: "Liu Xing, I still think the snacks sold by Wang Zhongyu are a hidden danger, or I will take people to the dormitory to search, hoping to stop some things that shouldn't happen."

"Go!" Liu Xing nodded in agreement.

"Yeah" Si Konglei turned and left.

Li Dawei looked at Liu Xing: "Should we two go to the lobby for a few drinks? Is it almost time for dinner anyway?"

"Okay!" Liu Xing and Li Dawei walked towards the Zhushen office building.

...

The day of school started in a flash.

Sikong Lei wanted to maintain order in Jigongshan.

So I didn't drive Liu Xing.

But Liu Xing didn't care about this at all.

Instead, he greeted Lin Wuxie and rode a motorcycle to report to the Eighth Middle School.

As for younger sister Xiao Peanut and younger brother Liu Hang, they are naturally taken care of by someone who studies, so he is not worried at all.

September of 1995 seems to be hotter than previous years.

However, Liu Xing didn't care, because as a reborn person, he had known that the autumn tiger was hotter than the sixth day, but it would not last long.

There are basically no classes in the first few days of school.

So Liu Xing came back before four o'clock every day.

September 3rd.

Liu Xing returned to Jigong Mountain as usual.

I was going to see if Xiao Peanut was back.

It was found that the commissary department was crowded with people, and it was so bustling.

"What's the matter?" Out of curiosity, Liu Xing also leaned over.

When I got closer, I realized that Tang Tang had already taken over the canteen.

Due to the hot weather, she put a big bucket at the entrance of the small shop.

The barrel is full of freshly brewed herbal tea.

As for the price...

free!!!

This is why the commissary is so popular.

Liu Xing looked at him and smiled with satisfaction.

Tang Tang's approach, I am afraid that in the future, the canteen will make money every day.

However, it is a pity that the Tangtang family’s craftsmanship of making herbal tea is.

After all, before he was reborn, he knew that Tangtang’s herbal tea had a secret recipe.

Much better than those so-called drinks.

Especially in this hot summer day, no!This autumn day when the tiger is showing off.

Two sips of herbal tea are not too refreshing.

Seeing that many craftsmen don’t understand the rules and drink, they have to fill in the water bottle they carry with them. At the moment, they coughed twice: "It’s okay to have a face. It’s a good thing that the canteen provides herbal tea for free. Don’t drink it this time. You know?"

As soon as this was said, all the craftsmen who were drinking herbal tea around the big wooden barrels blushed, especially those craftsmen with kettles, neither standing nor sitting nor sitting.

"They are all lined up. Drinking herbal tea can only be one cup per person. Don't be a damn Tangtang to bully." Liu Xing saw that everyone was behaved, and couldn't help but complain again.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Tang Tang, sweating profusely, heard Liu Xing's voice, and ran out of the canteen, holding a cup of iced herbal tea in his hand: "Liu Xing, are you thirsty? I have iced herbal tea before, how do you taste it."

"Thanks!" Liu Xing took the cup: "I can't see it! You really have two troubles running the commissary."

"Big Brother Lei and Lao Li helped a lot in this," Tang Tanglian explained.

"So have you encountered difficulties at the moment?" Liu Xing asked casually.

"Yes, there are, but after a while, it should be able to pass!" Tang Tang hurriedly ran into the canteen when seeing someone buying something.

"What do you mean by this?" Liu Xing looked at the canteen.

Seeing that the number of things sold inside was so small, I immediately understood what was going on.

However, he didn't bother Tang Tang anymore. After sipping out the herbal tea in the cup, he turned and left.

Before reaching the Zhushen office building, I saw Wang Zhongyu hurriedly running towards Zhao Shenyi's clinic with a fat child of a few years old on his back.

Behind Wang Zhongyu, Si Konglei and other security guards followed.

Seeing this scene, Liu Xing frowned and stopped Sikong Lei: "What's wrong with Wang Zhongyu? Didn't his commissary be handed over to Tang Tang? Why is there a child running around our place with his face behind? "

"Don't mention it, Wang Zhongyu's son is about to die. He has issued a critical illness notice in the hospital. I don’t hear that Zhao’s medical skills are very good, so he rushed in through Lao Li’s relationship. I see Lao Li’s For good reason, he didn't stop him. After all, his son's illness was not pretending to be." Sikong Lei explained with a wry smile.

"But the question is that Dr. Zhao and Qinglian are in Xiangxi, can Wang Zhongyu see anyone?" Liu Xing stretched his hands amusedly: "What if his son dies with us, then what should I do if we trouble him?"

"I told him all this clearly, but Wang Zhongyu doesn't believe it, what can I do?" Sikong Lei replied helplessly.

"That's it!" Liu Xing knew that Sikong Lei was also very kind. After taking a look at the time on the phone, he said: "Then don't chat with me here, hurry up and see if you can help Wang Zhongyu. Try to help as much as you can, money is easy to say, after all, you can't let your children suffer."

"Hey!" Sikong Lei nodded repeatedly, waved his hand and took the security guard around him and left.

Liu Xing originally wanted to go back to the room to read a book, but after thinking about it, he still followed.

Don't know why, he always feels that something will happen.

So just in case, it's better to go to the scene to see it.

Divine Doctor Zhao's clinic is almost half closed because of the absence of people.

But because there were still many patients coming to see the doctor, I asked a few female disciples of Dongpo Medicine to take over.

The medical skills of these female disciples can only be described as mediocre.

It's okay to see the common cold.

If you encounter serious illnesses and other intractable diseases, you can only call Dongpo Yao or Zhao Shenyi for help.

Today, as soon as Wang Zhongyu appeared with his fat son on his back, the tall female disciple knew that something was wrong. To prevent accidents, he hurriedly called the doctor Zhao.

At this time, the superb doctor Zhao was administering medicine to Liu Lao to suppress the sequelae caused by the turtle dragon.

Seeing that the female disciple of Dongpo Yao called again, she couldn't help shaking her head.

"What's the matter?" Liu Lao asked with a smile.

"There is another patient coming from the clinic." The doctor Zhao replied.

"Then take it! It's impossible to let other patients wait for my illness!" Liu Lao urged with a wave.

"Okay!" Liu Lao had to press the answer button.

After hearing the story of the tall female disciple clearly, her thick eyebrows frowned: "This Wang Zhongyu, his son was diagnosed with a critical illness notice in the hospital before he knew he was looking for me. Isn't this giving me a problem? This way...Look at his son's tongue first."

"The tongue coating is green, and there are many blisters." The tall female disciple replied.

"What about the pulse condition?" Doctor Zhao asked again.

"The pulse condition is sometimes absent, I...I can't diagnose it!" The tall female disciple cried anxiously.

"If you can't diagnose it, why are you taking this clinic? It's just a nonsense." Dr. Zhao finally couldn't help getting angry: "Looking, smelling, asking, and cutting are the most basic skills of a doctor. If you don't even learn these, just give it. Isn't this harming people when the patient sees a doctor?"

"I...I..." The tall female disciple couldn't say what she was stunned.

"Listen." Dr. Zhao said in a low voice: "Ask Wang Zhongyu's son what he has eaten recently and what he has done. To be detailed, ask Lazard about food and drink. I suspect that his son is food poisoned. Problems with eating."

"Good! Good!" After the tall female disciple hung up the phone, she hurriedly followed the instructions of Master Zhao, and said everything that Master Zhao had explained to him.

After hearing the words, Wang Zhongyu groaned for a while, and then said: "My son hasn't eaten every day for the past half month. He likes spicy strips, especially the Tang monk meat. He can't sleep without eating dozens of packs a day. As for the others... there seems to be nothing unusual."

"The spicy bar you are talking about is not the expired Tang Seng meat you bought at the canteen?" Sikong Lei couldn't help asking.

"It looks like it must be, so I still need to ask." Liu Xing rushed over and said, shaking his head.

"This...Is it impossible? I and my wife eat the expired Tang Seng meat every day! Why is there nothing at all!" Wang Zhongyu said with a sad face.

"Can the child's body be compared with your adults?" After knowing the cause of the disease, the tall female disciple quickly opened the clothes of Wang Zhongyu's son who was lying on the hospital bed. Seeing her belly bulge, she knew the problem immediately, just like a pregnant woman. Where did it go?

But to be on the safe side, he still made a call to the doctor Zhao.

This time the doctor Zhao did not answer.

In desperation, he had to call Dongpo Yao.

Dongpo Yao is not the genius doctor Zhao, and after the connection is made, it is a swear word.

After all, he let several female disciples stay in the clinic to take care of some precious medicinal materials.

It's better for them to do everything that is not thankful. If this goes on, I am afraid that his reputation as a god of medicine will be ruined.

But cursing, cursing, finally let the tall female disciple explain the situation.

After listening clearly, he hung up the phone after leaving a sentence.

This sentence is, let Wang Zhongyu prepare for the funeral!

When the tall female disciple heard this, she was so scared that she almost dropped her mobile phone on the ground.

When Wang Zhongyu saw this scene, he knew that something was wrong, and knelt on the ground, howling and crying.

"What to do?" Sikong Lei asked Liu Xing in a low voice.

"I'm not a doctor, what can I do." Liu Xing shook his head, with unbearable eyes: "You can call more people to deal with the next thing! I don't care."

With that, turned around and left.

The harm of expired food is far less terrible than imagined.

But you can't ignore it, let alone do not care about what you do.

Once an outrageous situation occurs, Wang Zhongyu's son is a lesson for the past.

Although he really wants to help Wang Zhongyu, save this fat boy back.

But it's a pity that he didn't know how to recover.

This may be God's will, and the disaster from heaven requires Wang Zhongyu to remember this lesson in his life.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence, God Doctor Zhao and Dongpo Yao are not in Jigong Mountain at this time.