The plaster on the right arm was finally removed, and the arm was no longer hung on the chest. Fang Han was very happy, very happy.

Although the right arm is not as flexible as before and cannot be too hard, simple movements can still be done, such as writing, such as holding a water cup, and cutting a nail, for example,

At the same time, the experience value of joint replacement finally exceeded the 20,000 mark, and now it has become 20,087.

After breakfast in the morning, Fang Han lay on the lounge chair in the yard, leisurely browsing his circle of friends, and began to like it one by one.

Ms. Tian Ling walked downstairs with elegant steps, looking at her son who was liked and asked, "What are you going to eat for lunch today, my mom will make it for you."

"The rice cooked by Sister Tian is delicious, anything is fine." Fang Han smiled and flattered.

After a week, Fang Han took a vacation again, and this time he took two days off, so he did not go to Guo Wenyuan, but went home and missed Ms. Tian Ling's skills a little.

"You're just sweet." Ms. Tian Ling smiled brightly. "Okay, I'll go to the vegetable market and make your favorite food at noon today."

As he spoke, Ms. Tian Ling took a step and walked out of the door in her high heels. Fang Han reminded him in the back, "Pull the car, if you call me again later, please pick you up."

Ms. Tian Ling suddenly turned around and glared at her beautiful eyes, "Cook for you, I feel wronged when you pick it up?"

Fang Han felt aroused in his heart and hurriedly raised his right arm, "Sister Tian, ​​I am still injured, my arm cannot be used."

"Don't you still have your left arm?"

"I'm back to recuperate." Fang Han felt very aggrieved.

"You're the one who has a lot to do." As she said that, Ms. Tian Ling turned around and pulled a small cart from behind the door.

Seeing Ms. Tian Ling leaving while pulling a cart, Fang Han continued to browse her circle of friends.

The circle of friends is a magical place, from all over the world, from the ends of the world, from ancient times to the present and the future, and science fiction myths can be said to be everything. As the saying goes, people can know the world's affairs when they sit at home.

Fang Yuanchen disappeared early in the morning, and then he walked in slowly with his medical box on his back. While walking, he didn't know who was talking to someone outside the door, and he was smiling.

Fang Han looked back and smiled and said, "Grandpa did you sleep well last night?"

"I'm sleeping soundly." Fang Yuanchen put the little stool at the door and sat at the door and talked to Fang Han. "What fragrance you brought back is really useful. I feel refreshed when I fall asleep in the morning."

"It's fine as long as it's useful. I'll bring some to you next time I come back." Fang Han said.

"Then you have to bring more fragrance, and you can't lose the banner." Fang Yuanchen spoke loudly, as if he was not talking to Fang Han, but shouting to the neighbors, "Actually, grandpa still likes the banner you brought back. This is the biggest compliment to our doctor."

Fang Han smiled and said nothing, the old man has turned on the show-off mode again.

Fang Yuanchen sat at the door and shouted to the distance, "That Xiaohan, what does Chinese medicine do?"

"The Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine is an academic group of traditional Chinese medicine, a national, academic and non-profit legal person social group voluntarily formed and registered in accordance with the law by the Chinese medicine science and technology workers and management workers, as well as the medical, education, scientific research, prevention, rehabilitation, health care, production, operation and other units. It is a link between the Party and the government and the Chinese medicine science and technology workers, an integral part of the China Association for Science and Technology, and an important social force in developing my country's traditional Chinese medicine science and technology industry."

While giving a thumbs up to his circle of friends, Fang Han answered casually, and answered very carefully, just like memorizing a text. He knew what the old man wanted to hear.

Sure enough, the old man was very satisfied with Fang Han's answer and continued to shout, "This thing is so complicated. I don't understand what you said. You said I am a village doctor, but I don't know what kind of Chinese medicine they are. Two days ago, they also sent me a membership certificate. Xiaohan, what's the use of this certificate?"

"There is no use except for paying the membership fees for the Chinese Medicine Association every year." Fang Han said casually.

"There is still a fee for this thing?" The old man performed very happily, and he was very immersed in it alone.

Fang Han was not here these two days, and no one cooperated, so he was so exhausted.

Since returning from the Jiang Intermediate People's Court last time, about a week, the Provincial Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine has sent a membership certificate to the old man, and the old man has become a member of the Jiangzhou Provincial Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

As Fang Han said, this thing is useless in normal times. For some doctors with status, fame and status, it is not even considered icing on the cake. Many times, the directors of the Provincial Society of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which are famous, are actually just a very inconspicuous halo on others.

But for some young doctors, this membership certificate is a symbol of identity and honor.

This is just like the Writers Association certificate. The great writers are all led by the Writers Association, while the young writers are looking for ways to enter by themselves, but they don’t have to. After entering, they actually have no privileges except paying the membership fee, but someone wants to enter. Why? If you don’t add the Writers Association, do you have the nerve to say that you are a writer?

For small village doctors like the old man, this membership certificate is simply a great honor. According to the old man, the Fang family has practiced medicine for generations, and how many generations of medicine practice, who has joined an influential medical club?

Fang Yuanchen is the first person in the Fang family.

The old man sat at the door, in high spirits, and it sounded like he was talking to Fang Han in the yard, but his face was always facing outside the door, looking around and listening to all directions, and fearing that someone would find out.

As he was speaking, the sound of high heels hitting the ground in the distance came, and the old man hurriedly faced Fang Han, "Xiaohan, then what can this be retreated?"

Before Fang Han could speak, a slim figure had already arrived beside Fang Yuanchen and asked politely, "Grandpa, is this Dr. Fang Han's house?"

Fang Yuanchen looked up at the visitor. The visitor was about 30 years old, slim and beautiful, but the old man frowned slightly, "What are you looking for Xiaohan in my family?"

This girl is pretty good, she is a little older than hers. Xiaohan, our family can't find someone who is too old than her.

Without waiting for the old man to answer, Lin Xintong had actually seen Fang Han and walked towards Fang Han.

Fang Han turned around and glanced at Lin Xintong, "Manager Huang?"

Lin Xintong suddenly had a black thread, "Doctor Fang, my surname is Lin."

"Ah" Fang Han was a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I remembered wrong again. Hello, Manager Lin, let's sit down."

Lin Xintong looked around and felt embarrassed to sit. The problem was that she didn't know where to sit. In the yard, except for the recliner chairs that Fang Han was lying on, the small stool under Fang Yuanchen's butt, and there was a stone staircase, and there was no extra chair.

"Doctor Fang, I'll stop sitting there. Why don't we go out and find a place to have some food and tea and have a good chat?"

"There is no need to eat. My mother has already gone to buy vegetables. She makes delicious food at noon, and she doesn't need to drink tea." As she said that, Fang Han nodded to the side, and there was a teapot and tea cup next to him. The tea leaves were returned by the old man from Guo Mingqiang's side, the best Tieguanyin.

"Doctor Fang, why should you keep people from thousands of miles away?" Lin Xintong was a little amused and crying.

He and Fang Han had a few times of dealing with each other. Fang Han was cold and cold every time, which hurt Lin Xintong very much. Even if other customers were unwilling or had any needs, they would pretend to be on the surface. At least they could have a meal to communicate, but Fang Han could do it.

On the surface, I am very polite, but I just don’t give you a chance to communicate.

The old man couldn't hear it anymore and coughed twice and said, "I said, "Miss, it's not sweet to force melons. Some things should not be forced."

It’s not ashamed of being so adult. Our Xiaohan is not happy, so he caught up with the door. This kind of thing must be based on your love and my will. Besides, where can I come to my door with free time?

Lin Xintong became embarrassed in an instant.

In fact, he also knew that such things could not be forced, and it was not sweet to force melons, but they made this kind of money by doing business. If they gave up because the customer was unwilling and did not fight for it, how could the performance come from?

"Doctor Fang, why don't we talk?" Lin Xintong was really embarrassed. Fang Han lay on the recliner and looked at her cell phone without even looking at her. There was an old man next to him interrupting from time to time, which was impossible to talk about.

If Lin Xintong hadn't always kept in mind the salesperson's guidelines, she would have probably left long ago.

Fang Han finally sat up and said, "Then let Manager Lin talk upstairs."

As he said that, Fang Han smiled bitterly, "I said to Manager Lin, it's not that I don't want to talk to you, but that you really aren't suitable for me."

The old man interrupted again, "It's just not suitable, it's true."

Lin Xintong gritted her teeth and said, "I'll bear it, I'll bear it anymore."

Fang Han stood up and walked upstairs. Lin Xintong hurriedly followed and came to the living room. Fang Han said again, "Manager Lin, please sit down."

Lin Xintong walked to the sofa and sat down. Fang Han sat down opposite Lin Xintong. "Manager Lin, just say anything you want to say."

Lin Xintong took a deep breath and then said, "Doctor Fang, I didn't ask you to walk the back door for us Jiang Ping, nor did I ask you to operate illegally, but I just asked you to give us Jiang Ping a chance."

Fang Han is very innocent. "You can just contact Director Fang for this matter. It's useless to find me. I'm just an intern."

To be honest, Fang Han doesn’t want to get involved in these things at all. He doesn’t want to get involved in any medical devices or medicinal materials. Even if your medical devices are the best in the world, what does this have to do with him?

If you don’t get involved, you won’t make mistakes. He is just a doctor, just treating diseases and saving people, and other responsible people.

Some hospitals purchase medical devices and some purchase medicinal materials. What is the other Fang Han? Besides, if you don’t interfere in such a thing, you will never be wrong. Once you intervene, if something happens, wouldn’t you cause trouble?

"We have contacted Director Fang, but Director Fang"

Fang Han directly interrupted, "I can't control what Director Fang is doing. You really found the wrong person for me."

Lin Xintong felt very wronged, and tears began to roll in her eyes. "Doctor Fang, is it easy for me to run business? I'm not for it?"

"bump!"

The door was pushed open, and Ms. Tian Ling walked in with a step. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Lin Xintong crying pitifully. Looking at Lin Xintong's age, Ms. Tian Ling exploded instantly and roared at Fang Han, "Fang Han, what did you do for me?"

It's so disappointing. If you are hungry, you will be so fed.
Chapter completed!