Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

Chapter 4 Zhuyun Clinic
  Yu Qing went out after breakfast.

Most people like to store secrets in their mobile phones and carry them close to their body so that they are not easily leaked.

Yu Qing took the phone and went downstairs to the community to check it.

Fingerprint unlock.

The mobile phone interface is very clean. Apart from the built-in software, there is only WeChat and an unknown software.

Yu Qing opened WeChat first.

There are fifty friends in the address book, and there are several unread messages in the chat box.

There is an account with the note ‘Dean Ming’, which is one of the top accounts on WeChat.

She clicked in and swiped up the screen to see the previous chat history.

Dean Ming: [The photo was sent to me by someone else. It is a drawing of his son’s scribblings. Dr. Qingzhu, I wonder if you have done any research on mental illness? 】

Qingzhu: [Where is he? 】

Dean Ming: [He has been out of school for half a year and lives in a villa area north of Hecheng. 】

Qingzhu: [Okay, I have time. 】

Finally, there is the new message from Dean Ming: [Then make an appointment on the weekend and I will contact you. 】

It was the original 'Yu Qing' who had made an agreement with Dean Ming to see a patient.

His slender fingertips tapped on the keyboard to reply a message.

Qingzhu: [Okay. 】

After replying to the message, Yu Qing read other messages. Without exception, they were all thank-yous and there were no useful clues.

However, it is not that there is no gain at all. I have sent the location of the clinic to others before, but the record has not been deleted.

Now there are three days before the weekend, and Yu Qing plans to go to the clinic first.

She took a taxi based on the address.

The place where I live is not far from the clinic, about ten minutes' drive.

To go to the clinic, you have to bypass a food street and walk through a nearby alley.

The location is impartial, just downstairs of a building. It should be a rental store.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary small clinic with an authentic plaque.

Zhuyun Clinic.

Fortunately, she used facial features to unlock it, otherwise she wouldn't have the key.

This kind of lock is very defensive and particularly safe. After all, everyone's appearance will inevitably be similar, but everyone's bones and facial features are different.

Yu Qing pushed the door open and walked in, taking in a clear view of the furnishings inside.

There is a wooden table used for medical consultation, and two wooden chairs are placed on the right side. It is an area specially designed for hanging salt water. The rest are all medical equipment and medicines related to medical treatment.

When you get to the very end, you find that there is a small laboratory, but the location is relatively secret. The remaining equipment seems to be half of the research.

Yu Qing does not plan to enter the laboratory for the time being.

She is very short of money now.

The girl put on a white coat, skillfully placed a pen on her chest, then sat on the consultation chair, quietly waiting for the patient to come to the door.

The clinic is deserted. There are two transparent vessels placed near the door. The flowers of Chlorophytum are dotted on the branches like stars, exuding a fresh and elegant atmosphere, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

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alley.

The plainly dressed woman pulled the boy towards the direction of Zhuyun Clinic.

The boy had dark blue hair and was dressed in non-mainstream clothing. He followed reluctantly, but was helpless under the pressure of his mother.

"Mom! I said I'm fine. Why do I have to go to the doctor? It's just a common cold. I can make a cup of medicine and drink it and then sleep. It will definitely be better."

The woman turned back and glared at him, her eyes full of disgust: "When will you dye your hair back, you will have the right to say it, and I can consider it. What I said before that is the imperial edict!"

The young man was speechless.

It's not strange to think that his mother has been following palace dramas recently.

It was only a hundred steps from the alley to the clinic, and the two of them quickly walked to the door.

Here.

Yu Qing had just read all the patient information. Every patient who had visited the clinic had a record, and there was also an inch photo posted on it.

So when the woman pulled the boy in, she recognized the woman's identity. “Aunt Xu, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Aunt Xu raised her eyes, but she still had such a cold face towards her son. She turned to smile and said, "Doctor Yun, it's not me, it's my son. He has a fever."

Aunt Xu came to see her once before because she had a headache. She felt that Yu Qing's medical skills were superb, so she brought her son here.

Because Yu Qing never reveals her real name to patients, everyone calls her Dr. Yun.

Aunt Xu's son Fan Cheng suddenly became quiet.

Fan Cheng looked at the young girl in a white coat, his eyes quietly flashed with surprise, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was rare without any resistance.

He always gives face to beautiful women!

Aunt Xu knows her son best, a typical late-stage patient with facial control!
  She stood aside with a smile and let Fan Cheng sit on the consultation chair, not afraid of him running away.

Yu Qing was sitting there taking the boy's pulse, with her long hair neatly pulled up, and her cold and beautiful face full of seriousness.

Aunt Xu's heart skipped a beat and she asked anxiously, "Doctor Yun, is this a very difficult disease?"

You are not afraid that the doctor will say you are sick, but you are afraid that the doctor will not say anything.

Fan Cheng was not so sure now.

Could it be that he really had a terminal illness?

Yu Qing took back his hand: "I suggest you take him to the hospital for a checkup."

The tone was unhurried and slow.

Inexplicably, it soothed Aunt Xu's anxious heart.

"Okay, I'll take him to the hospital right now." Aunt Xu pulled Fan Cheng away.

Obviously he trusted Yu Qing's medical skills.

Fan Cheng was in a daze. His face was full of disdain when he came, but his face was earthy when he left.

The two walked out of the clinic.

Yu Qing took the tea leaves and poured boiling hot water on it.

Different from the taste of ordinary tea, this tea has a medicinal aroma, which has certain refreshing and calming effects on the body.

She carefully read the information left in the clinic. Except when necessary (such as going to school), the original person stayed in the clinic almost all day. Occasionally she would go out and make appointments to see a doctor.

Yu Qing was not prepared to break this rule.

There is a clock hanging on the white wall, and the hour hand turns to nine exactly.

With no patients for the time being, she could do other things with the rest of her time.

While drinking tea, Yu Qing took out her mobile phone and downloaded a certain hungry app.

She exchanged cash with the man downstairs, and now she has more than 400 yuan in WeChat.

the other side.

Near the parking space across from the food court, there was a luxury car with a Kyoto license plate parked.

In the car, the middle-aged driver looked at Aunt Xu and her son who were taking a taxi and asked suspiciously: "Madam, is Dr. Qingzhu really here?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car is a noble and elegant lady with exquisite makeup.

Du Yunjun exited WeChat and spoke slowly: "Go and check which hospital the mother and son went to, and see if it's true."

Although the mother and son had just left, the hospital was close and the news was quickly found out.

The driver was stunned for two seconds, and his tone was still a little uncertain: "Madam, the boy did find a problem. It was a mild poisoning that caused a low fever. Fortunately, the toxin is not strong, otherwise I'm afraid -"

Du Yunjun: "Tell me the key points."

The driver skipped the nonsense and focused on the important things and said: "The news from the hospital is that it is a toxin that is difficult to detect. It should be a poisonous insect on the mountain. It is difficult for an experienced doctor to see the problem."

The driver paused and continued:
  "But... anyone who knows medicine should be able to see it, right?"

In fact, he didn't quite believe what he said. After all, the hospital said that inexperienced doctors couldn't tell at all.

"There are doctors who understand medicine, but there are not many people who know how to do traditional Chinese medicine."

However, a simple pulse check can directly tell the problem, at least it is not a dabbler who has become a monk halfway.

Du Yunjun tightened his coat and got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and then walked towards the alley across the road.

The driver quickly got out of the car and followed.

Originally it was a dead horse being treated as a live doctor, but I just hoped that the trip would not be in vain.

(End of this chapter)