Chapter 52 Remedy

Han Yuquan followed Zhu Qi to his grandfather's house.

This is a small two-story building in an alley. Above is the residential area, and below is a shop. There is no shop sign, and the thick curtains are pulled, so the depth cannot be seen.

The flame that had just ignited in Han Yuquan's heart was trembling and would not be extinguished. Is there really a national doctor living in such a place?

However, Zhu Qi has already lifted the curtain and shouted: "Grandpa!"

Then, he turned his head and asked Han Yuquan why he didn't come in.

Han Yuquan could only bite the bullet and go in. After entering the door, he saw the medicine cabinets on both sides. The names of various Chinese herbal medicines were densely written. There was also a faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

An old man came out from behind the screen.

Different from the image of an old Chinese medicine practitioner who is immortal in the eyes of most people, he is around seventy years old, with a plump face and a ruddy complexion, wearing an old V-neck sweater, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha: "Xiao Qi, you are bringing a friend with you. come and play?"

Zhu Qi: "Come here to play, I also want to heal."

Grandpa Zhu nodded, sat behind the desk, motioned him to stretch out his hand: "Where is it uncomfortable? Is it because of the bumpy ride all the way?"

"It's a hand problem. There was a car accident before." Zhu Qi answered for him.

I wish Grandpa's expression remained unchanged: "You can try it. I have treated similar patients in the early years. Show me your hand."

Unexpectedly, Han Yuquan raised his right hand tremblingly and put it on the table.

I wish Grandpa observed and kneaded for a while, showing a contemplative color.

Han Yuquan's heart dropped little by little, so it really didn't work, right? He has looked for so many doctors, but he still can't get back to the way he was before.

"Doctor Zhu, how is the situation?" Qing Qin didn't have the psychological burden he had, so he asked the question directly.

"It's not very good. I'm afraid this young man has seen many doctors, and he can't cure it." Seeing everyone's expression sinking, Grandpa Zhu smiled slyly, "But I can cure it."

He continued to explain: "It will be difficult to do particularly delicate activities such as carving and painting in the future. I think the cocoon on this hand is a chef, so I will be fine with tricks such as holding a spoon in the future, but I can't challenge too much. Knife skills are required."

That's also much better than shaking hands when you pick up the knife now.

Han Yuquan's eyes were wet: "Great, this is really great."

"Don't worry, young man." Grandpa Zhu has already taken out his pen and started to write the prescription. "Your injury has dragged on for a long time. You have to soak and apply medicine, massage and acupuncture. The pain is very painful..."

Han Yuquan couldn't wait: "I can hold back!"

The patient's willingness to receive treatment is very strong, and there are medicinal materials here. Grandpa Zhu immediately gave him the first round of treatment.

"It might be a little uncomfortable later, so bear with it." Grandpa Zhu took out a bottle of medicinal wine and smeared it directly.

The numbness spread along with the pain, Han Yuquan gasped, struggled instinctively, and was held down again.

By the time the treatment was completed, the cold sweat had wet his back, and he was still shaking slightly.

"How is it?" Zhu Qi asked with concern.

Han Yuquan tried to use his right hand, which was much more comfortable than before: "It seems to be a lot better."

"From now on, come to me for a massage once a day, and then go back and take the medicine according to the prescription. Within a year, you will be guaranteed that your function will be restored to the original." I wish grandpa looked proud.

The haze that had been shrouded in the head for the past few years was finally cleared away, Han Yuquan's eyes were sore, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and he finally broke down in tears: "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhu Qi patted him on the back to comfort him: "Why are you crying now? Things will only get better. If you want to thank us, just work hard for our President Xiaoqing. He will not treat any employee badly."

Speaking of Qibao, the company's news came over.

Zhu Qi watched the message light on his mobile phone flash wildly, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

The message was sent by Ding Jiu. It was very brief, but the words were thrilling: "Youth series liquor did not pass the analysis of flavor components."

"How could this be, I'll be right back." Zhu Qi did not know how many times he had done such an analysis and found that he couldn't believe that their youth baijiu would go wrong in the final stage.

Han Yuquan was about to leave when he saw his face changed, and quickly grabbed the person: "Did something happen to Qibao?"

"We are here to participate in the International Wine and Spirits Competition this time," Zhu Qi took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, "but there is a problem in the quality analysis, I am afraid that the previous efforts will be wasted."

The spirits competition, quality analysis, these two key words flooded into Han Yuquan's mind. He immediately remembered a shocking shady scene he encountered while working in a restaurant.

The other party seemed to have a high social status. Han Yuquan chose to protect himself at that time, as if nothing had happened, as if he had not heard anything, but in the end he suffered a loss before, so he kept it and saved the next video as evidence to prevent the other party from threatening the insider.

This matter had nothing to do with him before, and it was naturally hung up high, but if this matter involved his benefactor, he would have to stand up for anything.

He said solemnly, "I've seen shady stories about this game before."

Townhouse.

When Qing Qin came down for dinner, for the first time, he saw the lifeless appearance of the employees.

Ding Jiu frowned, pulling a few colleagues in the lab together, not knowing what to talk about.

At the other end of the table, Deng Hong's face was gloomy, and his fingers quickly operated the computer.

Qiu Dang put on his coat and was making a phone call from the balcony. Judging from the restless demeanor of his pacing back and forth, he might have encountered some kind of problem.

This was a rare sight, and Qing Qin couldn't help but slow down, secretly wondering if something had happened recently.

Could it be that this time God really favored him and gave him a chance to go bankrupt?

Thinking like this, his right eyelid twitched.

Just when he slowed down, someone finally found him and called Mr. Qing softly.

This sound attracted everyone's attention, and the anxious employees, as if they had found the backbone, huddled together in a pile, standing in front of him, with the same red eyes, and their faces were about to cry.

They pushed each other down for a while, and finally chose Qiu Dang to explain to Qingqin what happened now.

"Our youth series probably won't win gold."

I thought it was a big deal. If I don't win the gold award, I won't win the gold award. Qing Qin didn't care about it at all, and comforted me leisurely: "It's not bad to win the silver award."

Then his employees wanted to cry even more: "But we haven't even passed the flavor analysis, so I'm afraid we'll come home empty-handed."

Qing Qin nodded: "I remember that the list hasn't been released yet, right?"

Mr. Qing is still not willing to believe the facts, I am afraid that he still hopes to win the grand prize, but unfortunately, Qiu Dang has to be the villain who shatters his hopes: "My father is Professor Qiu, and he revealed a little inside information. "

It looks like it's okay this time.

Qing Qin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to comfort the hard-working employees, and told the truth: "It's okay, Qibao itself has no ambition to win the gold award, just take you out for a tour and accumulate experience. ."

Contrary to his expectations, the employees did not relax because of the boss's low requirements, but some people cried directly.

Ching Chin:  …

I have failed so many times and still fought tenaciously on the front line, so you can't learn the spirit of my repeated defeats and battles?

Are used to too many victories.

He reluctantly wiped his face, changed his way, and shouted sharply: "Why cry! Can crying solve the problem? If you are not reconciled, then review the brewing process of this wine and propose improvements. The big deal is that we will fight again next year."

"Yes!" Ding Jiu responded first.

The fighting spirit also began to appear on the faces of the rest of the people, and they started to work after wiping away their tears.

The atmosphere in the hall finally ceased to be gloomy, and Qing Qin walked upstairs with a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling a little confused about the way forward.

It's just a small failure that makes employees so lost, and what if they go bankrupt next?

With Qibao's size, once it falls, there are countless aftermaths that need to be dealt with.

Qing Qin couldn't help but have a headache. He suddenly found that it was difficult to ride a tiger to this point.

Going forward is to continue the cannon fodder road of the original owner, and to escape, so many responsibilities have been tied to him.

Why don't you wait for 10 million to get back to your old business, fly overseas to gamble, save a sum of money, and give them unemployment benefits?

The only thing that can soothe a wounded heart is probably money.

He thought with luck.

The employees didn't actually concentrate on their work. From the corner of their eyes, they watched Mr. Qing go upstairs, and they all felt that the back was bleak, and someone spoke first—

"It's that we are sorry for the expectations of President Qing."

"Actually, Mr. Xiaoqing really hopes to win. She is so sad, so she has to comfort us."

"I think there must be a problem here, no matter what, always find a way to give it a try."

"Okay, I'll find a way to restart the competition for another test!"

They were making plans, and Zhu Qi had already brought Han Yuquan over: "Brothers and sisters, I found a breakthrough, there is a shady secret behind this game!"

"What?" Ding Jiu asked sharply.

Han Yuquan stepped forward, borrowed his computer, and directly played the video taken at that time in front of everyone.

The exchange of interests staged in the video made everyone clench their fists, and the finished product they worked so hard and earnestly should be treated unjustly!

"I think this person is a bit familiar," Ding Jiu noticed something while he was angry, he paused the video and pointed to Qian Rongyou above, "He seems to be the teacher's former collaborator, Qian Rongyou. Before he I also took the winning photos together with the teacher, but later the two had different ideas and parted ways. In the competition five years ago, the teacher missed the gold medal and quit, and Qian Rongyou became Mr. Tang's disciple. "

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone immediately deduced a series of grievances and hatreds, and they cursed this perfidious villain.

"It is necessary for us to report this matter to the authorities." Qiu Dang frowned and began to look up a way to report it.

He flipped through the documents, raised his head and blinked, enlivening the atmosphere: "Qian Rongyou can only play this little trick, we have someone behind us."

Everyone laughed immediately, and they studied the process and sorted out the information with full action.

Qing Qin was so worried about the problems revealed by this failure that he couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night. He planned to go downstairs to relax, and saw that his employees were staying up late to cultivate immortals.

Miserable, so miserable.

Xiaoqing's conscience had a seizure, and she clapped her hands to attract their attention: "Winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs, and your health is more important than this time. You should rest well..."

Just as he was about to use his banknote ability to soothe the injured hearts of everyone, he found that everyone's expressions were not discouraged, on the contrary, there was still a little excitement?

Ding Jiu even laughed: "Mr. Qing, don't worry, we have found a solution!"

"Yes, it turns out that there is a shady scene in this game, and we have reported it to the official."

"My dad is a member of the jury panel, so we won't suffer."

Qing Qin almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, co-authored with me worrying about your emotions for a long time, and you solved the problem by yourself!

I'm not giving out this bonus!

However, between his thoughts, he remembered the legend of the surge in sales behind the wines that won the gold medal.

In order to ensure a balance of income and expenditure, Qing Qin endured the humiliation and managed to squeeze out a business smile: "Everyone has done a good job, and there will be bonuses after winning the award."