Congratulations to the host for successfully treating a patient.
Reward: one Flying Pigeon bicycle ticket, one square meter of spiritual herb garden expansion, one month of longevity.
In the infirmary.
Chief Physician Li had just recovered and walked out.
The system's notification immediately rang in Song Qingshan's mind.
It was just treating a patient.
He was rewarded with a bicycle ticket, a month of longevity, and the spiritual herb garden had expanded by one square meter.
Such a reward.
Song Qingshan was very satisfied.
Especially the bicycle ticket, which was the most expensive Flying Pigeon brand. In this era, it was basically equivalent to a BMW.
Song Qingshan sat on a chair.
He began to plan for the future.
He entered the rolling mill to work.
It was basically done, but he had a proper job. Song Qingshan didn't care about the salary.
It was just to give the system reward a false look.
Although the system's rewards were all specially processed, other than the medicinal pills, medical skills, and medicinal herbs in the spirit herb garden, the system's rewards were all specially processed.
There were traces of other items.
Even if he was being hunted down, he would not be discovered to be suspicious.
But to be careful.
Having a stable job could save a lot of trouble.
Next.
Song Qingshan began to consider setting up a Chinese medicine hall in the infirmary.
He had to build his reputation first.
Then, he would expand his influence step by step.
Waiting for the arrival of the great era.
He wanted to make his medical hall bigger and stronger and create glory.
At the very least, it was comparable to those famous hundred-year-old brands.
On equal footing.
In fact, Song Qingshan did not just want to earn money. The herbs in the Spiritual Herbal Gardens were enough for him to live comfortably.
However, as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner…
Who didn't want to leave a legacy?
Song Qingshan had the same ambition, so he wanted to create a miracle.
Starting from a hundred-year-old.
He started his journey as a godly doctor.
Of course.
In this era, information was blocked. There was still a long way to go to achieve this.
Fortunately, Song Qingshan had enough lifespan.
"Should we consider marrying a wife, having a few children, and passing on our legacy?”
Song Qingshan muttered to himself.
After the three pills improved his body, the little brother who had been silent all this time gradually showed signs of speaking up.
Song Qingshan thought.
The effects of the Vigor Consolidating Pill would be released for a period of time, and they should be able to consummate their marriage normally.
He was just a hundred-year-old man.
He wanted to marry a wife…
The older one definitely wouldn't do. Marrying a younger one would inevitably lead to gossip and pointing fingers.
It's unbecoming.
However…
Song Qingshan felt that it shouldn't be a big problem.
In the 1950s.
Many people's views were still stuck in the old era. In the Republic of China, there were still many young girls who married old landlords and rich people.
As for now.
They advocated free love and opposed arranged marriages.
As long as both parties agreed to abide by the law.
Marriage is free.
As long as he had money, he wouldn't be afraid of not being able to get a wife.
Song Qingshan didn't believe it.
"Master, is there really nothing wrong with your body? When I went out just now, many people were talking about you.”
"Someone said that you had a last gasp."
"There are still people who treat you as an old divine doctor and a living immortal.”
After Zhang Yilin sent Director Li away, he found that the employees in the factory were all talking about his master.
Some of the rumors he heard were ridiculous.
He had even come up with the idea of a reincarnation of an immortal.
"Doctors save the dying and heal the wounded. Don't care about those rumors.”
"Just do your part."
"As for my physical condition, it won't be a problem for me to live for another ten years.”
As for this half-disciple…
Song Qingshan knew his character. He was a person who knew how to repay kindness.
Therefore, he was not on guard.
He didn't hold anything back.
This time, he returned.
Song Qingshan was prepared to officially take him in as a disciple, and was also prepared to teach him some long-lost medical skills.
After all, he wanted to leave a legacy.
He also needed a good assistant, and Zhang Yilin was undoubtedly the best candidate.
"Master is right."
Zhang Yilin nodded solemnly. At the same time, he was shocked.
A doctor knew his body condition the best.
Master said that he could live for more than ten years.
That would be about 120 years old. Such a long-lived person was rare in the world.
There were two nurses in the infirmary.
He looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.
One was lively and cute, and the other looked much more mature.
However, the two little girls looked very afraid of this old man who was not angry but had an imposing aura.
He did not dare to speak.
Song Qingshan had never seen these two girls before. They must have been newly recruited in the past two years.
Song Qingshan ignored him.
"I'm here today to say hello. I'll officially come to work tomorrow.”
"Get someone to clean it up."
"I'll go back first."
Song Qingshan had two things to do on this trip.
Arrange the work in the factory.
It went very smoothly.
Then, he would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some daily necessities, and he would get some rice and meat back.
His stomach was empty.
There was no profit at all, and 30 pounds of meat was a good meal.
"Okay, Master. Do you need me to ride you?”Zhang Yilin asked.
"No need, you can do your own thing."
Song Qingshan waved his hand.
Then, he walked out of the infirmary, walked out of the rolling mill, and came to the big market.
It was only at seven or eight o'clock in the evening that he returned to the courtyard house with the snakeskin bag.
"Mom, that old fart is back.”
Song Qingshan had just walked to the front yard.
Jia Dongxu, who had been paying close attention to Song Qingshan's movements, immediately shouted excitedly.
"I'm finally back."
"I thought he had frozen to death outside.”
Jia Zhang-shi was very worried about Song Qingshan's life and death, and the plan had yet to be carried out.
If he died first.
Then everything would be in vain.
He had paid a huge price today. Qin Huairu, this country bumpkin, had eaten three white buns from his family.
Jia Zhang-shi's heart ached.
"Huai Ru, the rest is up to you. Just do as I told you.”
"Yes."
Qin Huairu nodded reluctantly.
Actually, she regretted it after eating.
Deceiving a centenarian was too immoral.
However, it was too short to take advantage of others.
She could only bite the bullet and leave it to fate.
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