Chapter 2020: 2020
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As soon as Dr. Fang posted the notice, someone came to the door.
Before long, the director general was in a wheelchair, and some of them were walking in front of the police.
Seeing Yang Bo looking up, the director rushed forward and said in English, "how are you, Mr. Yang!"
Yang Bo nodded and asked in surprise, "is this the director?"
"Mr. Yang has heard that your medical skills are excellent. My father has been in bed for a long time and has not been able to cure him. I'll bring him here and hope you can take a look."
"Skillful in medicine?" Yang Bo asked.
The director explained: "some colleagues in the bureau have just left from you. Your excellent medical skills have been spread all over our bureau."
Yang Bo suddenly realized that he had been away from here for less than two hours. Unexpectedly, he helped him advertise!
Since he came to cure the disease, Yang Bo didn't say anything more. He pointed to the side and said, "push the old man to this side!"
The director quickly started to push the old man to Yang Bo's side, and looked at Yang Bo nervously.
Yang Bo laughed, and he said with a smile, "Please stretch out your left wrist."
The old man couldn't understand English, so the director quickly communicated.
Yang Bo put the pillow under the old man's wrist and reached for his pulse.
For a moment, Yang Bo took back his hand. He looked up at the director and said, "the old man has a lot of problems. What do you want to treat?"
The director was stunned. He looked at Yang Bo and said, "what do you mean?"
Yang Bo pointed to the old man and said, "the old man is old, he has too many internal problems, and his hands and feet are inconvenient due to stroke. In his early years, because of his obesity, he also had diabetes. If I have not guessed wrong, the old man should have been a boxer before?"
The director glared at Yang Bo, full of surprise. Before arriving, he carefully studied the distance and time since Yang Bo entered the country. Normally, Yang Bo has no time to investigate his father's resume. How can Yang Bo guess that his father was a boxer before?
It seems to see the director's doubts, and explained with a smile: "there are too many hidden injuries on the old man's body, which is also the important reason why the old man is sitting in the wheelchair now. If I am not wrong, there are at least seven important hidden injuries on the old man. He has been troubled by pain all the time."
When the director heard this, he even said: "please help my father, Mr. Yang. He is really too poor now. He is troubled by pain every day, and it is very painful to live every day."
Yang Bo nodded, "I also mentioned to you just now, do you want to cure all these diseases, or do you want to cure some of them?"
The director looked at Yang Bo in surprise and didn't quite understand what he meant.
Yang Bo had to cough a little and said, "the price of treating each disease is different. Your father is suffering from chronic diseases. The price of curing these diseases is very high."
The director sighed with a sigh of relief, "Mr. Yang, you can cure yourself. My father was also a famous boxer and saved a lot of money. As long as he can cure his illness, even if he can spend all his money!"
Yang Bo smiles, thinking that the other party is really magnificent, but he still beckons to Yue Junyao and signals, "pen and ink serve!"
Yue Junyao curled her lips and felt dissatisfied. Yang Bozhen was able to show off and always wanted to use her as a servant girl. However, Yue Junyao did not lose her link. She took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sent it up. She also stood at the table to help Yang Bo lay paper and grind ink.
Yang Bo took the brush, dipped it in ink, stood at the table with his back and wrote down the price list.
"Mild stroke, treatment costs 500000 Euro!"
"Diabetes, treatment costs 800000 Euro!"
"A hidden injury, treatment costs 100000 Euro!"
After writing, Yang Bo waved to doctor Fang. He pointed to the words on the note and said, "translate to them!"
Looking at the price list, Dr. Fang was also shocked, but he reacted quickly and turned to translate it into French.
The director was stunned when he heard the price.
The old man stood up all of a sudden. He stood trembling, staring at Yang Bo and saying a few words.
Yang Bo didn't understand the meaning of the other party. Doctor Fang stood aside and hesitated a little. He didn't know whether to translate or not.
The director quickly grabbed his father. He put the old man on the wheelchair and quickly explained to Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. My father has been a bit out of his way. No wonder you ask such questions. Your price is too high!"
Yang Bo smiles. He points to the price list in Dr. Fang's hand and says: "the price is really high, but you should also try to visit many hospitals. If one of the diseases can be cured in a hospital, you will not come to me!"
"Whether you are willing to be treated or not is not required. You can go back and think about it. It will be the same if you come back tomorrow."
At this moment, there are many more people in the drug shop. They don't know whether to treat the disease or to watch the fun. After all, the drug shop with limited number of people is really rare in Paris!The director turned to look out and nodded to agree.
However, the old man stopped him all of a sudden and said a loud, emotional, as if against the fierce!
The director tried to persuade his father, but the old man was so stubborn that he shook his head.
The crowd of onlookers talked and seemed to be discussing something fiercely.
Doctor Fang went up in a hurry. He had a few notes in his hand with numbers written on them. From the second to the tenth, the crowd suddenly became agitated. Many people took the note and were eager to try it!
Dr. Fang tried to convince everyone that the price of treatment was very expensive, but still many people were willing to take the note!
Seeing this situation, the director gritted his teeth, turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I believe you, you give him treatment!"
Yang Bo gently smile, "my asking price is very high, but can guarantee the cure, when the treatment is over, you will know, I believe the old man will not regret it!"
After that, Yang Bo picked up the brush and began to write down the prescription.
Many of Yang Bo's prescriptions are ancient prescriptions, which have certain therapeutic effects, but it is impossible to cure them. So he wrote down the prescriptions, but he was not afraid to leak them out at all, because his main method of treatment was spiritual massage!
The handwriting is free and easy, floating like a floating cloud, like a wandering dragon.
A simple prescription let Yang Bo immerse in it, quite complacent. After finishing writing, Yang Bo looked at it carefully and was very proud. He turned and said with a smile: "I can take this prescription back to the auction house for auction!"
Yang Bo said this in Chinese. Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu sat around chatting. Dr. Fang was busy entertaining patients, but no one paid any attention to him, which made him a little embarrassed.
Yang Bo had no choice but to say to Yue Junyao, "Junyao, come and get the medicine!"
Yue Junyao was reluctant. "I haven't paid my salary this month."
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As soon as Dr. Fang posted the notice, someone came to the door.
Before long, the director general was in a wheelchair, and some of them were walking in front of the police.
Seeing Yang Bo looking up, the director rushed forward and said in English, "how are you, Mr. Yang!"
Yang Bo nodded and asked in surprise, "is this the director?"
"Mr. Yang has heard that your medical skills are excellent. My father has been in bed for a long time and has not been able to cure him. I'll bring him here and hope you can take a look."
"Skillful in medicine?" Yang Bo asked.
The director explained: "some colleagues in the bureau have just left from you. Your excellent medical skills have been spread all over our bureau."
Yang Bo suddenly realized that he had been away from here for less than two hours. Unexpectedly, he helped him advertise!
Since he came to cure the disease, Yang Bo didn't say anything more. He pointed to the side and said, "push the old man to this side!"
The director quickly started to push the old man to Yang Bo's side, and looked at Yang Bo nervously.
Yang Bo laughed, and he said with a smile, "Please stretch out your left wrist."
The old man couldn't understand English, so the director quickly communicated.
Yang Bo put the pillow under the old man's wrist and reached for his pulse.
For a moment, Yang Bo took back his hand. He looked up at the director and said, "the old man has a lot of problems. What do you want to treat?"
The director was stunned. He looked at Yang Bo and said, "what do you mean?"
Yang Bo pointed to the old man and said, "the old man is old, he has too many internal problems, and his hands and feet are inconvenient due to stroke. In his early years, because of his obesity, he also had diabetes. If I have not guessed wrong, the old man should have been a boxer before?"
The director glared at Yang Bo, full of surprise. Before arriving, he carefully studied the distance and time since Yang Bo entered the country. Normally, Yang Bo has no time to investigate his father's resume. How can Yang Bo guess that his father was a boxer before?
It seems to see the director's doubts, and explained with a smile: "there are too many hidden injuries on the old man's body, which is also the important reason why the old man is sitting in the wheelchair now. If I am not wrong, there are at least seven important hidden injuries on the old man. He has been troubled by pain all the time."
When the director heard this, he even said: "please help my father, Mr. Yang. He is really too poor now. He is troubled by pain every day, and it is very painful to live every day."
Yang Bo nodded, "I also mentioned to you just now, do you want to cure all these diseases, or do you want to cure some of them?"
The director looked at Yang Bo in surprise and didn't quite understand what he meant.
Yang Bo had to cough a little and said, "the price of treating each disease is different. Your father is suffering from chronic diseases. The price of curing these diseases is very high."
The director sighed with a sigh of relief, "Mr. Yang, you can cure yourself. My father was also a famous boxer and saved a lot of money. As long as he can cure his illness, even if he can spend all his money!"
Yang Bo smiles, thinking that the other party is really magnificent, but he still beckons to Yue Junyao and signals, "pen and ink serve!"
Yue Junyao curled her lips and felt dissatisfied. Yang Bozhen was able to show off and always wanted to use her as a servant girl. However, Yue Junyao did not lose her link. She took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sent it up. She also stood at the table to help Yang Bo lay paper and grind ink.
Yang Bo took the brush, dipped it in ink, stood at the table with his back and wrote down the price list.
"Mild stroke, treatment costs 500000 Euro!"
"Diabetes, treatment costs 800000 Euro!"
"A hidden injury, treatment costs 100000 Euro!"
After writing, Yang Bo waved to doctor Fang. He pointed to the words on the note and said, "translate to them!"
Looking at the price list, Dr. Fang was also shocked, but he reacted quickly and turned to translate it into French.
The director was stunned when he heard the price.
The old man stood up all of a sudden. He stood trembling, staring at Yang Bo and saying a few words.
Yang Bo didn't understand the meaning of the other party. Doctor Fang stood aside and hesitated a little. He didn't know whether to translate or not.
The director quickly grabbed his father. He put the old man on the wheelchair and quickly explained to Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. My father has been a bit out of his way. No wonder you ask such questions. Your price is too high!"
Yang Bo smiles. He points to the price list in Dr. Fang's hand and says: "the price is really high, but you should also try to visit many hospitals. If one of the diseases can be cured in a hospital, you will not come to me!"
"Whether you are willing to be treated or not is not required. You can go back and think about it. It will be the same if you come back tomorrow."
At this moment, there are many more people in the drug shop. They don't know whether to treat the disease or to watch the fun. After all, the drug shop with limited number of people is really rare in Paris!The director turned to look out and nodded to agree.
However, the old man stopped him all of a sudden and said a loud, emotional, as if against the fierce!
The director tried to persuade his father, but the old man was so stubborn that he shook his head.
The crowd of onlookers talked and seemed to be discussing something fiercely.
Doctor Fang went up in a hurry. He had a few notes in his hand with numbers written on them. From the second to the tenth, the crowd suddenly became agitated. Many people took the note and were eager to try it!
Dr. Fang tried to convince everyone that the price of treatment was very expensive, but still many people were willing to take the note!
Seeing this situation, the director gritted his teeth, turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I believe you, you give him treatment!"
Yang Bo gently smile, "my asking price is very high, but can guarantee the cure, when the treatment is over, you will know, I believe the old man will not regret it!"
After that, Yang Bo picked up the brush and began to write down the prescription.
Many of Yang Bo's prescriptions are ancient prescriptions, which have certain therapeutic effects, but it is impossible to cure them. So he wrote down the prescriptions, but he was not afraid to leak them out at all, because his main method of treatment was spiritual massage!
The handwriting is free and easy, floating like a floating cloud, like a wandering dragon.
A simple prescription let Yang Bo immerse in it, quite complacent. After finishing writing, Yang Bo looked at it carefully and was very proud. He turned and said with a smile: "I can take this prescription back to the auction house for auction!"
Yang Bo said this in Chinese. Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu sat around chatting. Dr. Fang was busy entertaining patients, but no one paid any attention to him, which made him a little embarrassed.
Yang Bo had no choice but to say to Yue Junyao, "Junyao, come and get the medicine!"
Yue Junyao was reluctant. "I haven't paid my salary this month."
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As soon as Dr. Fang posted the notice, someone came to the door. Before long, the director general was in a wheelchair, and some of them were walking in front of the police. Seeing Yang Bo looking up, the director rushed forward and said in English, "how are you, Mr. Yang!" Yang Bo nodded and asked in surprise, "is this the director?" "Mr. Yang has heard that your medical skills are excellent. My father has been in bed for a long time and has not been able to cure him. I'll bring him here and hope you can take a look." "Skillful in medicine?" Yang Bo asked. The director explained: "some colleagues in the bureau have just left from you. Your excellent medical skills have been spread all over our bureau." Yang Bo suddenly realized that he had been away from here for less than two hours. Unexpectedly, he helped him advertise! Since he came to cure the disease, Yang Bo didn't say anything more. He pointed to the side and said, "push the old man to this side!" The director quickly started to push the old man to Yang Bo's side, and looked at Yang Bo nervously. Yang Bo laughed, and he said with a smile, "Please stretch out your left wrist." The old man couldn't understand English, so the director quickly communicated. Yang Bo put the pillow under the old man's wrist and reached for his pulse. For a moment, Yang Bo took back his hand. He looked up at the director and said, "the old man has a lot of problems. What do you want to treat?" The director was stunned. He looked at Yang Bo and said, "what do you mean?" Yang Bo pointed to the old man and said, "the old man is old, he has too many internal problems, and his hands and feet are inconvenient due to stroke. In his early years, because of his obesity, he also had diabetes. If I have not guessed wrong, the old man should have been a boxer before?" The director glared at Yang Bo, full of surprise. Before arriving, he carefully studied the distance and time since Yang Bo entered the country. Normally, Yang Bo has no time to investigate his father's resume. How can Yang Bo guess that his father was a boxer before? It seems to see the director's doubts, and explained with a smile: "there are too many hidden injuries on the old man's body, which is also the important reason why the old man is sitting in the wheelchair now. If I am not wrong, there are at least seven important hidden injuries on the old man. He has been troubled by pain all the time." When the director heard this, he even said: "please help my father, Mr. Yang. He is really too poor now. He is troubled by pain every day, and it is very painful to live every day." Yang Bo nodded, "I also mentioned to you just now, do you want to cure all these diseases, or do you want to cure some of them?" The director looked at Yang Bo in surprise and didn't quite understand what he meant. Yang Bo had to cough a little and said, "the price of treating each disease is different. Your father is suffering from chronic diseases. The price of curing these diseases is very high." The director sighed with a sigh of relief, "Mr. Yang, you can cure yourself. My father was also a famous boxer and saved a lot of money. As long as he can cure his illness, even if he can spend all his money!" Yang Bo smiles, thinking that the other party is really magnificent, but he still beckons to Yue Junyao and signals, "pen and ink serve!" Yue Junyao curled her lips and felt dissatisfied. Yang Bozhen was able to show off and always wanted to use her as a servant girl. However, Yue Junyao did not lose her link. She took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sent it up. She also stood at the table to help Yang Bo lay paper and grind ink. Yang Bo took the brush, dipped it in ink, stood at the table with his back and wrote down the price list. "Mild stroke, treatment costs 500000 Euro!" "Diabetes, treatment costs 800000 Euro!" "A hidden injury, treatment costs 100000 Euro!" After writing, Yang Bo waved to doctor Fang. He pointed to the words on the note and said, "translate to them!" Looking at the price list, Dr. Fang was also shocked, but he reacted quickly and turned to translate it into French. The director was stunned when he heard the price. The old man stood up all of a sudden. He stood trembling, staring at Yang Bo and saying a few words. Yang Bo didn't understand the meaning of the other party. Doctor Fang stood aside and hesitated a little. He didn't know whether to translate or not. The director quickly grabbed his father. He put the old man on the wheelchair and quickly explained to Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. My father has been a bit out of his way. No wonder you ask such questions. Your price is too high!" Yang Bo smiles. He points to the price list in Dr. Fang's hand and says: "the price is really high, but you should also try to visit many hospitals. If one of the diseases can be cured in a hospital, you will not come to me!" "Whether you are willing to be treated or not is not required. You can go back and think about it. It will be the same if you come back tomorrow." At this moment, there are many more people in the drug shop. They don't know whether to treat the disease or to watch the fun. After all, the drug shop with limited number of people is really rare in Paris!The director turned to look out and nodded to agree. However, the old man stopped him all of a sudden and said a loud, emotional, as if against the fierce! The director tried to persuade his father, but the old man was so stubborn that he shook his head. The crowd of onlookers talked and seemed to be discussing something fiercely. Doctor Fang went up in a hurry. He had a few notes in his hand with numbers written on them. From the second to the tenth, the crowd suddenly became agitated. Many people took the note and were eager to try it! Dr. Fang tried to convince everyone that the price of treatment was very expensive, but still many people were willing to take the note! Seeing this situation, the director gritted his teeth, turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I believe you, you give him treatment!" Yang Bo gently smile, "my asking price is very high, but can guarantee the cure, when the treatment is over, you will know, I believe the old man will not regret it!" After that, Yang Bo picked up the brush and began to write down the prescription. Many of Yang Bo's prescriptions are ancient prescriptions, which have certain therapeutic effects, but it is impossible to cure them. So he wrote down the prescriptions, but he was not afraid to leak them out at all, because his main method of treatment was spiritual massage! The handwriting is free and easy, floating like a floating cloud, like a wandering dragon. A simple prescription let Yang Bo immerse in it, quite complacent. After finishing writing, Yang Bo looked at it carefully and was very proud. He turned and said with a smile: "I can take this prescription back to the auction house for auction!" Yang Bo said this in Chinese. Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu sat around chatting. Dr. Fang was busy entertaining patients, but no one paid any attention to him, which made him a little embarrassed. Yang Bo had no choice but to say to Yue Junyao, "Junyao, come and get the medicine!" Yue Junyao was reluctant. "I haven't paid my salary this month." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
