Nodding, Ye Chen turned around and said to Sun Siyuan: "Old director, some Chinese medicine has been introduced into the city hospital now. I smelled it as soon as I came in. You can get some for me according to my prescription." Bring the medicine."
Hearing this, Sun Siyuan immediately showed admiration. The city hospital had indeed introduced a large amount of Chinese medicinal materials recently, but before they had time to issue a notice, Ye Chen unexpectedly smelled it.
Apparently, he was sensitive to the smell of Chinese medicinal materials to an extent that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
"Okay, give me the recipe and I'll go right away." Sun Siyuan nodded slightly.
Ye Chen smiled faintly, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down several medicinal materials and their respective dosage ratios on the paper.
"Good calligraphy, have you ever studied calligraphy?" Looking at the words written by Ye Chen, Zhuge Qingcheng couldn't help but asked in surprise.
Different from the kind of shorthand calligraphy used by ordinary doctors to prescribe medicine, Ye Chen's calligraphy is strong and powerful, like iron painting and silver hook. Each stroke shows his strong calligraphy skills.
"I've learned a little, and I'm showing off my embarrassment." Ye Chen gave the prescription to Sun Siyuan with a smile on his face, and then said lazily: "Go quickly, and you can ask them for the money later."
As he spoke, Ye Chen pointed at Zhuge Qingcheng and the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
Sun Siyuan nodded, looked down at the prescription, and immediately showed a surprised look.
The medicinal materials required for the prescription written by Ye Chen were very common, and according to the market price, they did not even cost more than a hundred.
This made Sun Siyuan curious, could ordinary medicinal materials be used to treat such difficult-to-remove scars?
"Do you want to prepare Chinese medicine to treat Qingcheng?" Wu Hong, the man with gold-rimmed glasses asked.
Glancing at him, Ye Chen nodded.
"Then the medicine you prepared can make Qingcheng recover within three days?" Wu Hong asked again, with a look of hope in his eyes.
Zhuge Qingcheng also looked at Ye Chen with an incomprehensible look, eager to get the answer he wanted from him.
"Three days, are you kidding me?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, Wu Hong and Zhuge Qingcheng both looked disappointed.
Sure enough, it was impossible to get back to the original state before the concert three days later.
"You have to have a limit when you look down on people, okay? Just for this scar, when Dean Sun's medicinal materials arrive, in half an hour, I will get rid of all the scars for you." Ye Chen continued, his tone full of pride. and confidence.
"Half an hour, just half an hour...wait, how long did you say, half an hour?" Zhuge Qingcheng opened her mouth into an 'O' shape, thinking there was something wrong with her own ears.
It wasn't until Wu Hong repeated it in shock that she was sure she heard correctly.
"I never tell lies when it comes to treating diseases." Ye Chen said with a heart as clear as water.
"Great, Brother Ang, there is hope for the concert in three days!" Zhuge Qingcheng said excitedly.
Although it was just a concert, it was of great significance to Zhuge Qingcheng, whose career had suffered a setback.
If she misses the contract again this time, she will not only have to face sky-high compensation from the company, but may also be terminated by various brands, and she will be completely unable to turn over.
"Concert?" Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone and started searching for Zhuge Qingcheng's name.
This search didn't matter, Ye Chen's face was filled with surprise.
He finally understood what Sun Siyuan and Wu Hong would look like when he said he didn't know Zhuge Qingcheng.
"Wo Qu, Zhuge Qingcheng, you are still a big star, you have a lot of fans." Ye Chen looked at a certain blog and a certain voice, and found that the total number of Zhuge Qingcheng's fans has broken into nine figures. .
This is a bit astonishing. You must know that the number of Chinese Internet users is only 500 million.
According to this ratio, doesn't it mean that one out of five netizens is a fan of Zhuge Qingcheng?
In the economically developed coastal areas of China, this ratio is probably even denser.
Ye Chen thought of his eldest wife Jiang Wanqing. It seemed that she was a fan of Zhuge Qingcheng, because he saw Jiang Wanqing watching Zhuge Qingcheng's variety show more than once.
"I'll heal your face, can you give me some tickets to your concert?" Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Of course, tell me how many people there are in your family then, and I will ask Brother Ang to make arrangements for you." Zhuge Qingcheng nodded, and then turned his attention to Wu Hong.
"No problem, it's just a few tickets. Tell me your address and I'll pick them up and deliver them to you later." Wu Hong smiled lightly.
Ye Chen glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and said, "No, it's impossible for me to tell you the address."
"Why?" Zhuge Qingcheng and Wu Hong were both slightly stunned.
"I'm afraid that damn glass will come to harass me after he finds out where I live." Ye Chen curled his lips, looking worried.
As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Qingcheng burst into laughter, and Wu Hong's face turned red, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Don't worry, Angkor is not that kind of person." Zhuge Qingcheng said while suppressing a smile.
"That's not necessarily true. You know people but don't know their hearts." Ye Chen shook his head, still not very reassured.
He glanced at Zhuge Qingcheng, and suddenly said with a smile: "How about I wait for you to get better, I will go back with you to get it."
"Okay." Zhuge Qingcheng thought for a moment and quickly agreed to Ye Chen's request.
Wu Hong's expression changed slightly. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but seeing that Zhuge Qingcheng agreed, he couldn't say any more.
After all, he is only Zhuge Qingcheng's agent, not his family member, and has no right to interfere with her personal decisions.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with his chin propped up, Zhuge Qingcheng stared at Ye Chen for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting, you are quite accomplished in calligraphy. I wonder if you have studied Qin? "
She is now very interested in Ye Chen, not only because Sun Siyuan highly praises this young man, but also because Ye Chen has an indescribable aura that attracts her.
"I've learned a little bit about calligraphy, I guess. It's about the same level as calligraphy." Ye Chen said humbly.
Zhuge Qingcheng covered her mouth and smiled. It was on the same level as calligraphy, so obviously her attainments were not too low.
"Can you play a piece for Qingcheng?" Zhuge Qingcheng stared at Ye Chen with bright eyes, his eyes full of expectation.
"This..." Ye Chen was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but glance around.
Zhuge Qingcheng obviously took Ye Chen's actions as looking for a musical instrument. She walked to the cabinet not far away, took out an exquisite flute, and said with a smile: "This is the ward, and now I only have this flute. You Can you play?"
Seeing this scene, Wu Hong's eyes almost popped out.
This jade flute has always been regarded as a treasure by Zhuge Qingcheng. Even when she went to the hospital for treatment, she never left it behind for a moment.
This shows how much Zhuge Qingcheng treasures this jade flute.
Now, she actually gave this flute to Ye Chen for use. This was definitely the first time in history.
But what left Wu Hong speechless the most was that Ye Chen still refused to accept it. He simply shook his head and rejected Zhuge Qingcheng's kindness.
"This jade flute is your treasure. It's not suitable for a man to use. Besides, I really don't have much research on flutes."
"Then what musical instrument do you want?" Zhuge Qingcheng asked.
"Xiao." Ye Chen slowly spit out one word.
Zhuge Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then showed a troubled expression.
Although the flute is easy to carry, she is not proficient in playing it at all, so it is naturally impossible for her to carry the flute with her like a jade flute.
