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As soon as Dr. Fang posted the notice, someone came to the door.

Yang Bo looked up and couldn't help but be a little surprised, because the person walking in front was the police chief who had just separated, and behind the chief was someone pushing a wheelchair, and an old man with gray hair was sitting in the wheelchair.

Seeing Yang Bo looking up, the director hurriedly stepped forward and said in English: "Hello Mr. Yang!"

Yang Bo nodded, a little surprised, and asked, "What is this, Director?"

The director hurriedly said: "Mr. Yang heard that you have excellent medical skills, and your father has been sick in bed for a long time and has not been cured, I brought him over, I hope you can help take a look." ”

"Skilled doctors?" Yang Bo asked.

The director explained: "A colleague in the bureau has just left you, and your excellent medical skills have been spread throughout our bureau!"

Yang Bo suddenly realized that it had been less than two hours since he left here just now, but he didn't expect to help him advertise!

Since he was here to treat the disease, Yang Bo didn't say anything, and pointed to the side, "Push the old man here!"

The director hurriedly pushed the old man to the position next to Yang Bo, and looked at Yang Bo with a nervous face.

Yang Bo smiled, and he said with a smile: "Please old man stretch out his left wrist." ”

The old man couldn't understand English, so the director hurriedly communicated.

Yang Bo put the pulse pillow under the old man's wrist and reached out to check the pulse.

After a moment, Yang Bo withdrew his hand, and he looked up at the director, "The old man has a lot of problems, what do you want to treat?"

The director was stunned for a moment, he looked at Yang Bo in a daze, and said puzzledly: "What do you mean?"

Yang Bo pointed at the old man and said: "The old man is old, there are too many problems in the body, the inconvenience of his hands and feet caused by stroke, because he was obese in his early years, so he also has diabetes, if I guessed correctly, the old man should have been a boxer before, right?"

The director glared at Yang Bo, full of surprise, before coming, he carefully studied the distance and time since Yang Bo entered the country, normally speaking, Yang Bo did not have time to investigate his father's resume, how could Yang Bo guess that his father was a boxer before?

seemed to see the director's doubts, and explained with a smile: "The old man has too many dark wounds, which is also an important reason why the old man is now in a wheelchair, if I am not mistaken, the old man has at least seven important dark wounds on his body, and he has been plagued by pain!"

When the director heard this, he hurriedly said: "Ask Mr. Yang to save my father, he is so pitiful now, he is plagued by pain every day, and it is painful to live every day!"

Yang Bo nodded, "I also mentioned to you just now, do you want to cure all of these diseases, or do you want to cure some of them?" ”

The director looked at Yang Bo in surprise, not quite understanding what Yang Bo meant.

Yang Bo had no choice but to cough lightly and said, "The price of treating each disease is different, your father is suffering from chronic diseases, and the price of these diseases is very high. ”

The director breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Yang, even if you can cure it, my father was also a very famous boxer back then, and he saved a lot of family wealth, as long as he can cure his illness, even if he spends it, there is no problem!"

Yang Bo smiled, thinking that the other party was really atmospheric, but he still beckoned to Yue Junyao and signaled, "Pen and ink are waiting!"

Yue Junyao pursed her lips, a little dissatisfied, Yang Bo really knew how to put on music, and always wanted to use her as a maid, but Yue Junyao didn't drop the chain, she still took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sent it up, and stood at the table to help Yang Bo spread paper and polish ink.

Yang Bo took the brush, dipped it in ink, stood in front of the table with his back hand, and wrote down the price list.

"Mild stroke, treatment costs half a million euros!"

"Diabetes, the cost of treatment is 800,000 euros!"

"One assassination injury, the cost of treatment is 100,000 euros!"

After writing, Yang Bo beckoned to Dr. Fang, he pointed to the words on the note, and said, "Translate to them!"

Doctor Fang looked at this price list and was also stunned, but he reacted quickly and turned around and translated it in French.

When the director heard the price, he was stunned.

The old man stood up suddenly, he stood tremblingly, glared at Yang Bo, and said two words loudly.

Yang Bo couldn't understand what the other party meant, and Dr. Fang stood aside, hesitating slightly, not knowing whether to translate or not.

The director hurriedly grabbed his father, he pressed the old man into the wheelchair, and hurriedly explained to Yang Bo: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, my father is a little out of shape, no wonder you ask such a question, your price is too high!"

Yang Bo smiled, he pointed to the price list in Dr. Fang's hand and said, "The price is indeed very high, but you should have tried to go to many hospitals, if there is a hospital that can cure one of the diseases, you will not come to me!"

"Whether you are willing to be treated, this is not forced, you can also go back and think about it, and it will be the same if you come back tomorrow!"

In this moment, there are already a lot of people in the pharmacy, and these people don't know whether to treat the disease or watch the excitement, after all, the pharmacy that limits the number of people is really rare in Paris!

The director turned around and glanced out, nodding his head in agreement.

The old man grabbed him all of a sudden, and said it loudly, emotional, and seemed to oppose fiercely!

The director tried to convince his father, but the old man was extremely stubborn and shook his head.

The crowd of onlookers was talking, as if they were discussing something fiercely.

Doctor Fang hurriedly walked up, he held a few notes in his hand, with numbers written on them, from two to ten, the crowd suddenly stirred, and many people took the note and were eager to try!

Dr. Fang tried to convince everyone that the treatment was expensive, but many people were willing to take the note!

Seeing this situation, the director gritted his teeth and turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I believe in you, you can treat him!"

Yang Bo smiled lightly, "My asking price is very high, but I can guarantee a cure, and when the treatment is over, you will know, and I believe that the old man will not regret it!"

With 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, so he wrote down the prescriptions, but he was not afraid that they would leak out, because the main means of his treatment was spiritual massage!

The handwriting is free, floating like a floating cloud, like a swimming dragon.

A simple prescription made Yang Bo immersed in it, quite complacent, after writing, Yang Bo took a closer look, very proud, he turned around and said with a smile: "I can take this prescription to the auction house for auction when I go back!"

Yang Bo's words were spoken in Chinese, Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu sat on the side chatting, and Dr. Fang was busy entertaining patients, and no one paid attention to him at all, which made him slightly embarrassed.

Yang Bo had no choice but to say to Yue Junyao: "Junyao, come and grab the medicine!" Yue Junyao was a little reluctant, "This month's salary hasn't been paid yet!"