Chapter Forty-Four: Medicine Bath

  It was supposed to be updated before work this morning, but the telecom network went down. Wuzhi called from 8 o'clock until now and finally got it restored. The efficiency of getting things done is really speechless!

  An hour later, Zhao Zhuo Kai and Chen Wan Rong left the hospital in Yongcheng University with Hu Qiang. Only Zhang Wen Zhong and Lin Zi Man were left in the clinic.

  Looking back on the past hour, Zhao Zhuo Kai and Chen Wan Rong had apologized to him one after another and expressed their gratitude. Lin Zi Man felt a bit unreal about it. It was this couple who, just yesterday afternoon, were still threatening him with great momentum. How could they have made a 180-degree turn in attitude overnight?

  Looking at Lin Ziyu's bewildered expression, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but want to laugh.

  Lin Zimeng, who was at a loss, shook his head and rushed to Zhang Wenzhong: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that you would actually guess it right. They are indeed here to apologize. Alas, what kind of medicine is this couple selling in their gourd?"

  "Perhaps they have found their conscience." Zhang Wenzhong smiled slightly and didn't tell Lin Zicong the truth.

  "Hey, the psychology of rich people is really strange. We ordinary folks just can't understand it." Lin Ziman shrugged and subconsciously put her right hand on the examination bed behind her, but suddenly felt that her hand had pressed down on something made of paper.

  "Huh, what's this?" Lin Ziman picked up two bulging envelopes from the examination bed, slightly furrowing her brow, with a mixture of curiosity and puzzlement: "Hey, these envelopes even have our names on them, look, this letter is for you." She handed one of the envelopes to Zhang Wenzhong.

  Zhang Wen-zhong took it and looked at it, and indeed, on the envelope were written the three words "Doctor Zhang".

  Curious Lin Ziyu had already opened the envelope at this time, and inside was a stack of bright red 100-yuan bills. A rough count showed that there were at least over a hundred sheets.

  "Wow... so much money. What's going on here?" Lin Ziman, who had just started working, had never seen such a scene before? She suddenly became flustered, but calmed down after a moment and hastily said: "This money must have been left behind by that couple earlier, we can't keep it, we have to return it to them." She quickly stuffed the money back into the envelope and rushed out in big strides.

  Zhang Wen Zhong did not follow her, but instead opened his own envelope. Inside this envelope was also a stack of 100-yuan bills. In addition to that, there was also a letter written by Zhao Zhuo Kai himself.

  At the beginning of this letter, it is nothing but words of gratitude to Zhang Wenzhong. And at the end of the letter, there is a paragraph that reads:

  "My husband and I are deeply sorry for what happened yesterday afternoon. No matter how hard we think, simply saying 'sorry' is not enough to express our sincerity. Therefore, we decided on our own to give 20,000 yuan each to Dr. Zhang and Dr. Lin as a gesture of goodwill. We know that both doctors have medical ethics and would not accept red envelopes. But what I want to say is that this 20,000 yuan is not a red envelope, but a gift from my husband and me to apologize. The money may not be much, but our sincerity is genuine. Please do not refuse, Dr. Zhang and Dr. Lin, and accept this money so that we can feel slightly better."

  Just as Zhang Wenzhong finished reading the letter, Lin Ziman rushed back, panting and out of breath, with the swollen envelope still in her hand.

  "This couple, they walked quickly, by the time I chased out of the hospital, they had already disappeared. Lin Ziman took out a wet wipe from her pocket, pulled one out and wiped the sweat beads on her forehead. "Dr. Zhang, what should we do now?"

  Zhang Wenzhong folded up the letter written by Zhao Zhuo's own hand and put it in his pocket, smiling calmly as he said: "Take it. This money isn't a red envelope, but their apology gift. If you don't take it, they won't be at peace. Hmm... just consider it doing a good deed."

  "Can taking money be considered doing a good deed?" Lin Ziman lowered his head, looking at the bulging envelope in his hand, shaking his head and sighing: "If this can really be considered as doing a good deed, I would be more than happy to do several similar good deeds every day."

  "Haha......" Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Zhao Zhuo Kai and Chen Wan Rong arrived after 4 o'clock, now they've left, it's also time to get off work. Zhang Wen Zhong and Lin Zi Man chatted for a few sentences before packing up their things and getting off work. As they were leaving the hospital, Lin Zi Man reminded Zhang Wen Zhong that on Sunday, he must keep his phone turned on, absolutely cannot turn it off.

  After leaving Yongcheng University, Zhang Wenzhong did not go home directly, but took a bus to the Chinese herbal medicine market.

  Zhang Wenzhong wanted to speed up his cultivation, so in addition to taking the medicinal soup every day, he also needed to use some other herbs to make a decoction for soaking, thereby accelerating the progress of refining his bones. Now that he had 20,000 yuan in his pocket, he naturally had to go shopping.

  After wandering around the Chinese herbal medicine market, the 20,000 yuan in his pocket was almost spent, and what he got in return were big bags and small bags of Chinese herbal medicine. The 20,000 yuan seemed like a lot, but in reality, it couldn't buy much Chinese herbal medicine, which was because Zhang Wen didn't buy any expensive medicinal herbs; otherwise, with just the 20,000 yuan in his pocket, it would have been far from enough.

  On his way home with a bunch of Chinese medicinal herbs, Zhang Wen-zhong also used the remaining money to buy a wooden bathtub for bathing. This seemingly unsteady thing actually cost him several hundred yuan.

  After returning home, it was already around 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening. After Zhang Wen-zhong had a simple dinner, he started busily brewing medicinal soup for soaking.

  A basin of scalding medicinal soup was poured into a wooden bucket.

  In an instant, a misty fog rose and filled the entire room.

  Zhang Wenzhong picked up a porcelain bowl and drank it in one gulp, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the wooden barrel.

  The scalding medicinal soup in the wooden bucket immediately wrapped him up.

  Zhang Wenzhong closed his eyes, strongly enduring the intense scorching pain that was spreading throughout his body, and began to cultivate the Medical Mirror Heart Sutra.

  The effective ingredients in the medicinal soup entered Zhang Wenzhong's body through his pores. And under the guidance of that strand of True Yuan within him, it began to carve and refine the bones all over his body, thereby accelerating the effect of refining his bones.

  The process of carving the skeleton was extremely painful, as if countless small knives were scratching back and forth on the bones. This intense pain originating from the skeleton was difficult to bear without great willpower. Even Zhang Wenzhong gritted his teeth in agony, with bulging veins on his forehead.

  Zhang Wenzhong persisted in his cultivation for the entire night, only stopping when the sky brightened. He stood up from the wooden bucket where the medicinal soup had already gone cold and lightly jumped out of it.

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