Forced to be involved, the cannon fodder female supporting role has won a lot of money in the era

Chapter 39

Jiang Chunyu seemed to have heard some joke, couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand.

"Miscellaneous, you are so interesting. What age are you talking about? If you are talking about your parents ordering a matchmaker, Wang Zhihui and I are still children. To use Comrade Wang's words, you are all scum thinking. The cancer must be resolutely eliminated.”

Old Mrs. Jiang's face froze, she was so shameless. As soon as she finished bragging about how she was in this house, no one dared to stop as long as she said hello, so Jiang Chunyu slapped her hard on the face.

Jiang Chunyu has no intention of showing mercy to the Wang family. In the end, the original owner is tricked by Wang Zhihui and Jiang Xiannuan, and goes to the countryside to become an educated youth. He is tricked into marrying a domestically violent man, and finally dies under the fist of the domestically violent man.

Now that she is in the book, she will never be cannon fodder between Jiang Xiannuan and Wang Zhihui. Once the work is completed, these two people will not even think of sending her to the countryside.

When Jiang Chunyu arrived, Dr. Chen was already drinking hot water in the office.

When he saw Jiang Chunyu, he stood up and handed her a bunch of keys.

"I'll give you the key. You can open the door in the morning and clean up after yourself."

Jiang Chunyu looked at the keys with mottled brass markings on the table and stumbled, "Why are there so many?"

Dr. Chen clasped his hands behind his back and frowned, "What's the matter with you, little comrade? Does the door not have a key, or does the pharmacy not have a key? The other one belongs to my office."

Jiang Chunyu didn't care about his impatient tone, raised a smile and shouted, "Okay, I'll open the door tomorrow morning, and I'll clean up first."

She snickered in her heart, Dr. Chen was really an awkward old man, he had obviously come so early on purpose, and he was still humming and raising his mustache.

When Jiang Chunyu didn't graduate in his previous life, he also interned in the traditional Chinese medicine department of the hospital, and he did the most smooth job of doing chores and cleaning and collecting medicines.

The newspaper in front of him covered Dr. Chen's face, but he still observed Jiang Chunyu through the gap.

He didn't understand what was so exciting about cleaning up, so he even mopped the floor while singing.

Although he couldn't understand what Jiang Chunyu was humming, Dr. Chen still felt a lot more relaxed.

While Jiang Chunyu was working, he was also looking at the environment in the clinic. There were three rooms, one of which was Dr. Chen's office. There were two beds in the other two rooms.

The narrow corridor can accommodate two people walking side by side, and the lower end of the white walls is painted with a layer of light blue paint.

Directly opposite the door is the pharmacy, where Jiang Chunyu works. However, in order to prevent the indoor medicinal materials from becoming damp, there are two large windows at the front and back, so that sunlight can shine in from any angle.

"Is this the new guy?"

Jiang Chunyu turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a gray tunic suit and brown square frames. However, he did not look at all polite, but instead had a hearty smile.

When Dr. Chen heard the voice, he quickly stood up and asked, "Director, why are you here?"

"This little comrade is very popular in our factory. She is a legend wherever she goes."

He Changhai smiled brightly, "I heard that he is very accurate in diagnosing doctors and is also good at memorizing the names of medicines."

"We have such a powerful person in our factory. As the factory director, I have to come and see him."

Dr. Chen praised him without hesitation, "Comrade Xiao Jiang is really good, and the crooked melons and jujubes before can't even compare."

He Changhai was born in the military and was not tired of the twists and turns of a crooked scholar.

"I'm not telling you, Lao Chen, you're still in trouble."

He turned to look at Jiang Chunyu again and encouraged, "Comrade Jiang, right? Work hard and see if Old Chen praises you to the heavens!"

Jiang Chunyu straightened his back immediately and assured loudly, "Don't worry, factory manager, I will definitely do a good job in collecting medicines." He Changhai nodded with satisfaction. You must know that some of the people who came to the clinic before graduated from the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers University, but it was a pity that they were in vain. In this school, I can’t even tell the difference between platycodon and American ginseng.

He happened to have something to see Dr. Chen today, and he happened to see the rumored 'celebrity'.

"Old Chen has something that I want to talk to you about."

Jiang Chunyu took the initiative to exit the office. Thinking of He Changhai's sallow complexion, he lost all energy.

She turned around and went to the pharmacy to get poria, licorice, chrysanthemum, and tangerine peel, put them in a casserole for cooking medicine, and soak them in boiling water for three to five minutes.

knock knock --

"Come in."

Jiang Chunyu held a large bowl of yellow water and placed it in front of He Changhai.

"Director, this is chrysanthemum, tangerine peel and licorice tea, suitable for people who stay up late."

Dr. Chen leaned over and took a look, muttering angrily, "You're getting an advantage."

He Changhai lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl of tea, "This little girl seems to be really capable? Can I drink this? Am I not feeling uncomfortable?"

"Soothes the liver and relieves depression. After staying up late, the liver fire becomes strong. The little girl can tell by looking at your sallow face and lack of energy."

Dr. Chen tilted his head and spoke in a sultry tone, showing off like a child.

"Mom, you are just too tired. We don't have any medicine at home right now. When I get admitted to the clinic of the textile factory, I will get you some medicinal food to treat you."

Jiang Chunyu used to treat patients in a small clinic in her previous life. If it weren't for the lack of medicinal materials on hand now, she would be able to directly treat Qin Caifeng's body now.

Qin Caifeng grinned happily. If she hadn't been feeling uncomfortable, she would have jumped up long ago.

But she was still worried about saying some things loudly, so she said softly with a smile, "Old girl, have you and Old Suntou really learned your skills? You didn't see it at first, but now you look like intellectuals."

Jiang Chunyu breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered that the original author of the book saved an old Chinese medicine doctor when he was a child and learned a lot of Chinese medicine knowledge. However, the old Suntou had a complicated background. He went to the countryside for reform last year, but he did not survive and became an adult. A handful of loess.

After Qin Caifeng finished speaking, she still felt something was wrong and said three times in a row, "There are no intellectuals these days. It's too dangerous, but going to the pharmacy to get medicine is a good job."

"Mom, you just think too much and still have insomnia at night. Although you can't make medicinal meals now, I will give you a massage and knead a few acupoints."

Jiang Chunyu stood up and stood on top of Jiang Caifeng's head, pinched the Jingming points on both sides with his thumb and index finger, lifted them up to the Yintang point, and repeated this at least thirty times.

Qin Caifeng was reluctant to let her old girl do these things, but as soon as she squeezed her a few times, she began to moan in comfort, and the refreshing feeling spread rapidly throughout her body.

She had long forgotten her desire to refuse. She closed her eyes tightly and spoke a little more forcefully than before.

"Old girl, you are really good at this. Old Suntou even taught you massage. When we get back to Qingming, let's burn more paper for him."

"Mom, why don't you let me go now? It would be terrible if we were discovered later."

The movements of Jiang Chunyu's hands did not stop, but they had already moved from the temple to the Hegu point.

Qin Caifeng didn't know where her daughter was pressing, but she only felt a sense of comfort and tingling, "Girl, here, yes, the place where you pressed is sore and tingling, and a little swollen."

(End of this chapter)