After quitting the industry, the boss became popular all over the world

401: Qiao Xiaoyou

"Mrs. Qian is feeling much better now. I'm going to write you a prescription for half a month now."

"After that, use ordinary nursing care prescriptions and it will last for a few months."

Qiao Qingyan stood up, walked aside, picked up a pen and paper, and quickly wrote the prescription.

This time Qiao Qingyan stood up, and Mr. Wu followed closely behind.

Mr. Wu watched with his own eyes that the little girl in front of him was painting stroke by stroke, laughing and talking with force and flow, all in one go.

The small regular script with hairpins in this hand is elegant and elegant.

They say this character is so charming, but whether it is the thin gold body in the previous picture or the small regular script with hairpin flowers this time, it gives people a different feeling.

"Little friend Qiao, I have been practicing this calligraphy for at least twenty years."

"Have you been practicing since childhood?"

Mr. Wu looked at the prescription in his hand. Firstly, he sighed at the wonder of the prescription. All the medicines and dosages were just right.

The second is to lament that it is really hard to imagine that this elegant and smart handwriting was written by a little girl.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have suspected that some old professor had written the copybook.

Mrs. Qian pulled her old father with some embarrassment. "Dad, Miss Qiao only has more than heads."

You can't just start practicing from birth.

Mr. Wu was slightly surprised. "But this... whether it's a thin gold body or this small regular script, without a certain age, it's difficult..."

Mr. Wu was very shocked. He glanced at Qiao Qingyan again and nodded solemnly.

"Miss Qiao is very talented."

Qiao Qingyan smiled slightly. She had written this word for more than twenty years. She had been in the Fast Travel Bureau for hundreds of years, and she could no longer remember it clearly.

As for talent.

Maybe, but it should be more of a practice. When I think of the first world, I was like a dog.

Qiao Qingyan just smiled slightly.

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"Miss Qiao, this is the medical fee."

"Two million."

Qiao Qingyan took a sip of tea and looked at Mrs. Qian. "Mrs. Qian can wait until she is willing to fulfill her wishes in the future before giving."

Mrs. Qian shook her head. "The medical fee is the medical fee."

"When you go out to see a doctor, you have to pay."

"No one will pay the bill until he has recovered."

Mrs. Wu pushed the card towards Qiao Qingyan. "The Qian family is not short of money. Just accept it from Doctor Qiao. We also have to thank Doctor Qiao for making my daughter's health better and better."

"In the future, she will get her wish. We will also give a big red envelope to Dr. Qiao. Thank you."

Before leaving, Mr. Wu looked at Qiao Qing and hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Wu, is there anything else?"

Mrs. Wu patted the old man's arm and spoke with a smile.

"He has been thinking about your words for more than half a month. No, he got up early in the morning when he heard that he was coming over."

"This recipe must not be shown to others. So, he wanted to..."

"I wonder, Doctor Qiao, is it convenient?"

Mr. Wu looked at Qiao Qingyan expectantly. "Little friend Qiao, to tell you the truth, I am a person who loves calligraphy. I have been studying this all my life. Therefore, I also have a hobby of collecting."

"If it's inconvenient, little friend Qiao."

"No inconvenience, but you may need to wait a moment."

When Mr. Wu heard this, he immediately became happy. "Okay, okay, I'll wait. We're not in a hurry to go back now."

I saw Qiao Qingyan go upstairs and come down with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Still brand new and unopened.

"What words does Mr. Wu want?"

Mr. Wu looked at the rice paper in front of him excitedly. "Anything is fine, little friend Qiao, you can do whatever you want."