Chapter 306 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (V)
"Doctor Duan, is it the same today?"
A plump nurse ran over excitedly, and a young man in a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses, who looked gentle and elegant, turned his head.
"Hmm? Yeah, it's my treat today as well. You guys can choose where to eat."
"Okay, thank you, Doctor Duan. We have made up our mind. Let's go to the Yipin Imperial Kitchen. It tastes the best."
"Okay, then I'll book a private room with them. Everyone, remember to come and see me tonight."
Duan Kong nodded and casually took out the latest model of mobile phone. A hint of envy flashed in the nurse's eyes.
"Dr. Duan has a new phone again. I'm so envious."
After booking the box, Duan Kong glanced at his phone and spoke in a gentle tone.
"No, this was something my friend insisted on giving me. I couldn't help but accept it. Wouldn't that hurt his feelings?"
"Doctor Duan, you are so gentle. No wonder so many patients like to see you."
"No, it's just that I have more experience so the registration fee is cheaper. They still respect the seniors more."
"Doctor Duan, you are too self-deprecating. I will go and inform everyone about what will happen tonight."
"Then trouble you."
As the figure walked away, Duan Kong, who had a gentle expression just now, immediately looked gloomy.
His gentle temperament became aloof and cold, completely different from before.
"You fat bitch, you're so fat, yet you still have the nerve to go to the First-Class Imperial Kitchen to eat. All you do is eat. No wonder you're still an old spinster and can't get married. You really deserve it."
Duan Kong, feeling unhappy, sat back in his seat, furious.
"My medical skills are obviously better than those old men who are just eating and waiting to die, but they just won't raise my registration fee. It's so damn cheap that all the people who come to see me all day are poor and have a lot of problems. I'd rather see more rich people than them. It's so annoying."
He closed the door, walked to the window, took out a cigarette, sniffed it twice, and suddenly remembered something.
"Yes, Mr. Song should have transferred the money over, right?"
He looked through his messages and was a little surprised.
Why is there no account arrival information?
Is it possible that there is no prompt this time?
Duan Kong opened his bank app again and took a look, and the balance remained unchanged.
His brows gradually frowned. What was going on?
Normally, Song Ning should transfer money to him at this time every month. Didn’t he just send Song Ning the new treatment plan and bill?
Why didn't Song Ning give him the money? Could it be that Song Ning's arrogant assistant forgot about it?
He knew that the snobbish woman was unreliable. Duan Kong cursed in his heart but still took out his cell phone and called the woman - he didn't have Song Ning's contact information. After all, the other party was one of the top ten richest people in the country.
The phone rang, and Duan Kong was just thinking about what words to use when the call was hung up.
The half-written speech he had just prepared was suddenly forgotten. Duan Kong frowned and glanced at his phone. What happened?
Is it possible to have a meeting at this time?
He thought about it and decided to wait for a while.
Anyway, he would wait for the woman to call him back after she was done with her work. Now he should think about what to do with the money. His last plan seemed to be...
……
Lance's was open for two more days and it was no longer so deserted.
Probably because after taking the medicine for two days, those seven or eight patients introduced some new patients to him.
These patients include men and women, young and old, but without exception, they all have hemorrhoids.
It was also because of this that Lance unexpectedly got into some trouble.
Lao Pan, a shoemaker in the shop next door, has been staring at the newly opened Chinese medicine clinic next door for several days. The more he looks, the more he feels something is wrong.
Not only do people come to this Chinese medicine clinic as soon as it opens, but the people who come every day are also acting furtively.
Look, another one.
He was muttering to himself when he saw a man wearing a mask and a hat, who wanted to cover himself up in black, enter the clinic.
The more Old Pan looked at it, the more he felt that he seemed to have seen this situation before and it seemed familiar.
"Recently, a robbery case involving a masked man in black occurred in our city..."
"Yeah, yeah, just like some outlaw!"
Old Pan slapped his thigh and glared at the old man who was listening to the radio while repairing his shoes behind him.
“Who do you say looks like an outlaw?”
The old man blew his nose and glared.
Old Pan quickly apologized with a smile.
"I'm not talking about you. I mean the people who come into the Chinese medicine clinic across the street don't look like they're serious doctors. They look like they're doing some underground business."
The old man perked up when he heard this.
"Let me see where it is."
"See that clinic? It's run by a young man in his twenties. He looks decent even though he's young. I've been watching him for a few days. Every day, I see people dressed up in a sneaky way and going to his place. I've always wondered why it was weird. Now I understand. It's obvious that those people are not decent people!"
"Is this true? Could this be some illegal business that has moved here? I have to report it. Just wait, I'll be there soon."
"Hey, wait a moment. Wouldn't it be a big fuss if you report it like this?"
Old Pan grabbed the man.
The old man looked at him and asked, "So what do you say we should do?"
"In my opinion, we have to catch the perpetrator red-handed."
……
"Doctor, I'm here..."
Another person came in wearing a mask, and Lance reached out his hand without even looking up.
"Take the pulse."
The other person smiled awkwardly and put his arm around me, which touched me deeply.
I didn't expect that the hemorrhoid patients didn't lie to him! This doctor is really professional. He didn't even look at his face. That's great.
The ultimate part-time worker is blessed.
"Your condition is a bit serious. You have internal hemorrhoids, external hemorrhoids, mixed hemorrhoids. It's a bit late to see a doctor now."
Lance rarely raised his head. It was the first time he encountered such a show. What about stamp collecting?
The other party felt disheartened when he heard this.
"Doctor, can't I take medicine to cure my problem? Do I have to have surgery?"
"The best way is to have surgery, but there are other ways."
Lance suddenly remembered something.
His little prince seems to be one of the top ten richest people?
Then should I not be too poor? Otherwise, how can I be worthy of his little prince?
Lance was about to persuade the patient to go to the hospital for surgery, but suddenly he changed the subject, took a look at the medicines in the system mall, and spoke expressionlessly.
"But I have a prescription here that can treat it, but it's quite expensive. Do you want to buy it?"
"No need for surgery?"
The visitor's eyes lit up.
Lance nodded. "Yes, I developed a special medicine for this purpose, but the price..."
"money is not a problem!"
At the same time, an old man and a middle-aged man suddenly rushed in from outside the door, followed by two policemen.
"Comrade police officer, did you hear that? This liar is cheating people, why don't you arrest him quickly!"