"Zhang Ming, how did you work today? Are you absent-minded all day long? Have you done enough and don't want to do it?"
The fat company executive, cross legged, sat on the sofa beside the company door, looked up and ignored Zhang Ming, full of ridicule and disdain:
"If you don't want to do it, just leave me alone. Don't try to make a living here. The company doesn't raise waste! Do you hear that? You don't have to come back to work in the future!"
In the morning, Zhang Ming received a break-up call from his girlfriend. After three years of love, he would break up. If he was struck by lightning, he would be in a muddle all day.
When he finally got off work, he couldn't wait to ask Zhao Xiaoyan why she suddenly broke up. Unexpectedly, the supervisor fired him before he left the company.
"Why?"
Zhang Ming clenched his fist and asked with a puzzled face.
"Why are there so many? A wimp who can't even support his girlfriend is not worthy to stay in the company. Go away quickly!"
The supervisor sneered, waved impatiently, and got up and left.
Zhang Ming was completely stunned and stood still for a long time. He finally got up his courage and walked out of the company door. He saw the scene that the company director was hugging his girlfriend.
They held each other's arms, very sweet, talking and laughing, walked into the company's parking lot and sat in a car.
At this moment, Zhang Ming understood everything.
Looking at the direction in which the car disappeared, Zhang Ming felt a stabbing pain in his chest when he remembered the little things he had been with his girlfriend.
Back in his rented house, Zhang Ming felt abandoned by the world when he smelled the musty smell floating in the air.
"Why is this?"
Zhang Ming mumbled like a walking corpse.
Three hours ago, the cold words of "you don't have to come tomorrow" that the supervisor said at the end of the day were still lingering in his ears.
The girl friend who has talked for three years said, 'Let's break up', which seemed like nails were constantly piercing his heart.
Now it is midsummer, but Zhang Ming feels that he lives in an ice hole.
Unemployment, lovelorn
Sure enough, the ancients did not deceive others. It never rains but it pours.
"Old Tie, this time it really hurts..."
Zhang Ming, who has been crushed by fate for many years, reluctantly lies on the bed, staring at the moldy ceiling.
He has no hope for tomorrow.
Stunned for a while, his arm under his head was numb, and he raised his hand to relax.
Unexpectedly, when people are unlucky, they will stop their teeth even after drinking cold water.
As soon as Zhang Ming raised his hand, he accidentally bumped into a nail nailed on the wall.
Cold things pierced his skin, and little blood dripped down his fingers.
Zhang Mingli is about to shrink back and grimace to stop the blood with the toilet paper beside him, but he is still a little late. A drop of blood is dripping on the top of the jade pendant on his chest.
No
"This is the last decent dress!"
"I have to look for a job tomorrow!"
All kinds of depression made Zhang Ming's mood on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, a cold suddenly came from my chest.
This burst of cold made Zhang Ming calm down in an instant. At the same time, he was afraid, suddenly endless huge information came into his mind.
"Hang the pot to help the world..."
"Xuantian Nine Needles..."
"Saving one life is better than building a seven level pagoda..."
All kinds of memory fragments collided in Zhang Ming's mind. Zhang Ming stood in place as if he had been hit by a talisman, immersed in the storm of his mind.
Six hours passed at this stop.
At four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ming's eyes swept away yesterday's decadence. It was as hot as the sun, with infinite brilliance.
The whole person reveals an indescribable temperament.
"No wonder grandpa never let me take off this jade pendant. It turned out that it was a treasure sealed up for medical saint inheritance!"
"The condition for opening it is to admit the Lord with blood..."
"Although the plot is a bit of dog blood, the final result is still good."
"Grandpa... What's your identity?"
Feeling his identity, Zhang Ming suddenly became excited, sat cross legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to detect his body according to the method taught in the sudden inheritance.
Almost three minutes later, Zhang Ming had a new understanding of his body.
"Stasis of qi and blood... Although it's not a big problem, it's still bad for your health."
Zhang Ming can't wait to find a Chinese medicine hall to test this magic Chinese medicine method on his body.
……
At night, Zhang Minglai came under a plaque with historical flavor.
Looking at the antique and fragrant plaque with the three characters "Jishitang" in the sky, Zhang Ming felt very excited and thought he had found an organization.
Now it is six o'clock in the morning. There is no other person in the Chinese medicine store, only an old man with a long beard, standing by the window reading a book.
Zhang Ming enters into it, looking at the dazzling array of Chinese medicinal materials, and unconsciously, his mind flashes about their combination and what kind of diseases can be treated.
While he was immersed in this state, a voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Yueru, such places are deceptive."
"Traditional Chinese medicine talks about something with empty head and brain, and it's impossible to save people!"
"If you want to cure a disease, you have to go to Western medicine!"
Zhang Minggang has just accepted the inheritance of the medical sage and has great feelings for traditional Chinese medicine. At this time, I heard someone slander it. Even though there was an anger in my heart, I wanted to speak to the person well.
Following the voice, Zhang Ming saw the speaker.
This is a man of twenty-seven or eight years old. He is tall and strong. His clothes have a sense of texture. It is obvious that the price is not low.
The confidence of fans on his face also tells us his extraordinary life experience.
"I am a doctor of western medicine who came back from studying abroad. I know that western medicine must be much better than this bullshit traditional Chinese medicine. You have no idea of the extent of medical development in the United States. There is no disease that cannot be cured by American medicine!"
The man's face is proud of admiring foreign things.
Zhang Ming laughed when he heard this, and naturally he was very disdainful.
Where is Silly X from? Traditional Chinese medicine is the treasure of the world. It is devalued to nothing in this boy's mouth?
The woman's face was a bit irritated: "Well, don't praise those things again. There is a reason for existence."
"Western medicine has not cured me, so I naturally want to try Chinese medicine."
It seems that the woman's refusal made Peng Yuan feel humiliated, and he pointed the spear directly at Zhang Ming who was laughing.
Peng Yuan's eyes were cold: "Boy, why do you think what I said is wrong?"
"How can our backward dross compare with that of the western advanced countries?"
"I tell you, I won't argue with you this time when Yueru is around, but you should remember not to be so ignorant in the future."
Peng Yuan squinted his eyes, with sarcasm and disdain on his face.
If it had been put before, Zhang Ming would have endured it.
But now it's different. Zhang Mingyou sneered fearlessly, "I suggest you don't talk in the future."
Zhang Ming has a smile on his face, but there is something sinister in the smile: "If you don't want people to know that you are ignorant."
Peng Yuan, dressed as an elite doctor of western medicine and a returnee from overseas, where does he go without making people look high? Hold it high? When did you receive such ridicule.
So, just the word "ignorance" made him angry: "Where are you from? What education? I'm a returned doctor of western medicine. If you dare to talk to me like this, I think you are ignorant."
When Zhang Ming heard the words, he stopped pleading with him.
Exculpation will only make things more troublesome. The best solution is to show your true ability.
