Fang Han did not have a "scent of fragrance" call, and he had never been to "scent of fragrance" before eating, but he knew that "scent of fragrance is not far from Jiang Middle Courtyard and closer to where he lives, and it took only about ten minutes to walk.

It was getting late now, so Fang Han got up and planned to book a private room first. The business of a sip of fragrant food was still good. He rushed to dinner and had no private room, and there might be no place in the hall.

Fang Han was about to go out, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiao Yunheng holding his hand up and knocking on the door.

Fang Han suddenly opened it, scaring Xiao Yunheng. Seeing that it was Fang Han, Xiao Yunheng hurriedly said, "Doctor Fang, your thing has fallen down, I will send it to you."

As he said that, Xiao Yunheng handed a box to Fang Han.

"Thank you Dr. Xiao."

Fang Han thanked him and hurriedly opened the door, "Doctor Xiao, come in."

The things Xiao Yunheng sent were given by Du Wenkui when Fang Han planned to return to Jiangzhong this morning, saying that it was a kind of intention of the Du family. Because Fang Han had no good impression of Du Wenkui, he didn't say much. He didn't see what it was at that time and took it away casually. When he came back, he was still in the bag of gifts for everyone.

Xiao Yunheng stepped into the door, but did not walk in, and asked with a smile, "Doctor Fang is planning to go out?"

As a lower-level doctor, the first thing is to have eyesight. Xiao Yunheng is already the main treatment. After several years of experience, he naturally knows the importance of it. Fang Han obviously wants to go out. If he disturbs him, it will be unpleasant.

"A few classmates came here and got together tonight, and planned to go to a sip of incense to order a private room," Fang Han explained.

While explaining, Fang Han subconsciously opened the box and saw what was inside the box, Fang Han's eyes straightened.

Although the things in the box were rolled up and couldn't see clearly, Fang Han had already guessed what it was.

Zhang Daqian's painting was used to make medicine for the old man of the Du family.

This time, Du Yuelin did not mention the medical treatment of the old man of the Du family from beginning to end. Even if Fang Han was about to leave, Du Wenkui did not mention this matter. Others did not mention it, and Fang Han did not ask.

It’s not easy to treat the doctor’s medical treatment for the old man of the Du family. Generally, in this case, you either make a promise in advance. For example, Guan Baocheng’s visits often have a low price. At that time, the owner will sometimes give more money to the situation.

Either the owner is at will and pay the medical fee according to the situation. The doctor himself asks for very little.

When going to the hospital, especially for rich people, they are often preferred by doctors. Going out to see a doctor is different from being in a hospital. The rules are not that much, and the medical expenses are often relatively generous. Some experts often make more extra money by this method. It really depends on their salary, even if they have an annual income of about 200,000 yuan.

Du Yuelin didn't give it to him, Fang Han didn't ask, and just left like that. He never thought that what Du Wenkui sent was the painting in the end.

Although this painting was torn in half, it was still valuable. Even if it was not found to be repaired, it could be sold at a high price just by taking it out for auction. If it was a little troublesome, I would pay to find an expert to repair it myself. At that time, the value gap between it and the previous one before it was torn apart, and it would be even higher.

The price of antique calligraphy and painting is really indefinite.

When using this painting as a medicine guide, it sounded scary, but in fact it was not a big loss. The old man of the Du family just subconsciously felt distressed, scared and sweated. His stingy personality accounted for the majority.

This is like Grandet, who is extremely stingy. Even if such a person is terminally ill, he will regard some things as heavier than his own life.

"A sip of fragrance?"

When Xiao Yunheng heard this, he hurriedly said, "I have a sip of incense phone number, I'll call first to ask."

Although Xiao Yunheng has not been to Fang Han for a long time when he came to Jiang Intermediate People's Court, he is really familiar with some environments around Jiang Intermediate People's Court, and he has phone calls from some nearby restaurants.

As the main subject of the emergency department, some of the patients Xiao Yunheng has been in contact with for so long are waiters, managers, and some white-collar workers from nearby hotels.

Fang Han is not used to adding the patient's WeChat and keeping the patient's phone number, but Xiao Yunheng is different. He can only say that one person has a personality, one person has a preference. As long as he is willing to do this profession, it is relatively easier to make connections.

“Okay.”

Fang Han's mind was all about calligraphy and paintings, and nodded casually, thinking in his mind.

To be honest, such a painting is really a bit too precious. Although Dr. Fang is now considered a person of millions of dollars, this painting still makes Dr. Fang feel heavy.

Xiao Yunheng walked to the side and found a sip of Manager Xiang's phone and dialed in, "Hey, Manager Feng, I am Xiao Yunheng, from the Emergency Department of Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital."

"Doctor Xiao." A smiley voice came from the phone, "Doctor Xiao is something wrong?"

"I plan to book a private room, I wonder if there is any more now?"

"Doctor Xiao, wait a moment, I'll ask you."

Xiao Yunheng took action, the matter was easier to handle and it was settled soon.

"Doctor Fang, I left a large private room."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yunheng was somewhat proud. Manager Feng said that there was only one small private room left, so he specially adjusted it and changed it to a large private room.

Although this statement is very likely just Manager Feng’s art of speaking, it may make the manager deliberately sell it like this, which also shows that Xiao Yunheng is still a little heavy in Manager Feng’s mind. Why should he sell it if he doesn’t have weight?

"Thank you, Dr. Xiao."

Fang Han smiled and thanked him, saying, "Doctor Xiao, sit down, I'll make tea for you."

"No, no." Xiao Yunheng waved his hands repeatedly. "I haven't been home these days. If I don't go back, my girlfriend should scold me. I'll go back and report it first."

Fang Han said it was a class reunion, so Xiao Yunheng had no need to eat for free, and he also saw that Fang Han was a little absent-minded.

"Then Dr. Xiao walked slowly."

"Doctor Fang, you don't have to give it to me. Just go over and say your name after you go over the incense. I ordered it in your name."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Xiao."

Fang Han sent Xiao Yunheng out, hesitated for a moment, found Du Yuelin's phone number and dialed.

"Dr. Fang."

The phone was quickly connected, and Du Yuelin's very polite voice came.

"Did Doctor Fang arrive in Jiangzhong? Is it going smoothly all the way?"

"Here." Fang Han said politely, "I have been home for a while. I just sorted out my luggage and saw what Mr. Du gave me. It was really precious. Mr. Du gave me an address and I will mail it back tomorrow."

"What?"

Du Yuelin was stunned, "Doctor Fang, why can't I understand what you said?"

"It's the calligraphy and painting, the one that Mr. Du gave me and made medicine for the old man."

Du Yuelin then pretended to have a sudden realization, "Doctor Fang, I can't remember it even if you don't say it. What's the precious thing? It's already torn and worthless. I also thought that this is a famous painting at least. Although it's no longer valuable, it's a memorial. Dr. Fang, you cured the old man with a painting. If this matter spreads, it would be a beautiful story."

Fang Han ""

"Mr. Du"

"Doctor Fang, the old man has improved a lot this afternoon. I want to thank you. I haven't even given you the medical fee. I have a broken painting. Isn't you slap me in the face?"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Han was a little amused. It turned out that poverty restricted his imagination. The painting he saw very heavy on Du Yuelin had become a broken painting.

Of course, Fang Han also knew that Du Yuelin said this on purpose and gave him a broken painting. This would be too much. No matter how valuable the painting is, it is a broken painting.

If you break the painting, just break the painting.

Fang Han put away the paintings and put them in the bedroom cabinet for the time being. Fang Han has no research on calligraphy and paintings, nor has he liked to collect them. Another day he would have the opportunity to ask Miao Zhongchen.

After putting away the painting, Fang Han returned to the living room, took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the group, "The private room has been booked, just say my name when you arrive."

"Fang Han is still so powerful. Fortunately, Fang Han ordered this private room. I just asked about it. It is not easy to book a private room with a sip of fragrant taste. It is probably full now." Jiang Chen's news was sent very quickly.

"Jiang Chen, don't look at where a sip of incense is. In the Jiang Intermediate Courtyard, who dares not give Dr. Fang a face?" Xu Maolin came immediately.

"Yeah, I'll have a sip of incense tonight, thank you Fang Han." Bai Ling's news also came.

The group that had just been silent became lively again in an instant.

Wei Kezhi took his cell phone and typed and deleted it. He deleted and typed it again. After a long time, he didn't know what to say.

Too embarrassing.

Fang Han was in the group, and Wei Kezhao always felt that nothing he said was wrong. His tone was too arrogant and it seemed inappropriate. It was not very good to be humble. It was really tormenting.

Young people like to show off their face, so naturally, the squad leader Wei also has good face. When he comes to Jiangzhong to post on his Moments, he is actually a kind of show off and a kind of smugness. Now, Fang Han is here.

Fang Han tagged Wu Lei in the group, "Wu Lei, when will you get off work? I'll wait for you, let's go together."

Wu Lei's news was slower, and it took a minute to reply, "I can leave at around six o'clock, and I'll call you when the time comes."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call." Fang Han said.

"Wu Lei is a busy person. He has never said much when he joined the group." Jiang Chen joked.

"What are you busy with? You're being scolded." Wu Lei gave a look covering his face.

At the beginning, he was willful and had to go to internal medicine. Now he is fine. He either writes medical cases or gets scolded all day in internal medicine.

Moreover, there are few opportunities for internal medicine, no medical qualifications, and no qualifications to take outpatient clinics, so there are basically no chances to get started. They just check rounds, write medical cases, record patients' situations, etc., and they are scolded by the main lecturer for nothing. This is why Qin Weihua attaches great importance to it.

As a resident, it is actually a kind of happiness to be scolded every day. Just like when you are in school, the teacher is willing to take care of you, which means you have not given up on you. If the teacher is too lazy to say that you are too lazy to take care of you, it means you have given up on you. Whatever you want is.
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