Chapter Two Thousand and Twenty-Three: Incurable Disease

Sharon was a little hesitant and embarrassed, "Mr. Yang, you also know that we are not people of the same world, such a thing, just a little hearsay, maybe you will know tomorrow, and there should be many people with terminal illnesses who will come for treatment at that time!"

Yang Bo looked up at the other party and laughed, "They are trying to help me advertise!"

Seeing Yang Bo's smile was extremely confident, although Sharon was a little skeptical, he could only nod his head in faith.

Yang Bo originally thought that the Gangero family would directly send someone to drive him away, but he didn't expect that he had found a patient and wanted to drive him away indirectly, which was not a difficult thing for him!

Sha Lang left with the old man, and the old man thanked him a thousand times, but Yang Bo couldn't understand his words.

Doctor Fang stood aside, secretly looking at Yang Bo, with some curiosity on his face, he really couldn't imagine that he had come in in a wheelchair and was able to stand and walk out!

Yang Bo beckoned to Doctor Fang, who glanced behind him and hurriedly ran forward.

"Are you curious, do you want to learn this acupuncture technique?" asked Yang Bo.

Doctor Fang's eyes widened and he nodded in a panic, "Yes, yes!"

Yang Bo laughed, "My craft is very difficult to learn, you shouldn't be able to learn it, however, I can help you make some small adaptations, the effect is not so obvious, but it is definitely much better than ordinary acupuncture!"

Yang Bo's acupuncture mainly relies on spiritual power, where is there any skill to speak of, but he has a lot of long-lost acupuncture methods in his hands, which can still be handed over to Dr. Fang.

On the second day, Yang Bo and his entourage rushed to the pharmacy and saw that there was already a long queue outside the pharmacy, the people were noisy, and the scene seemed a little chaotic.

Although Yang Bo had already guessed, he was still very surprised in the face of such a situation, but fortunately, there were bodyguards on his side to use, he commanded the bodyguards to open the way, and sent Dr. Fang in to unlock the door.

The door didn't open immediately, Dr. Fang stood outside the door and shouted loudly to everyone: "Please line up in order of first come, our pharmacy only accepts ten patients a day, so I will issue ten number plates next!"

Doctor Fang held up the white number plate in his hand, which he bought last night, and he continued loudly: "I hope you can cherish this hard-won opportunity, our fees are very expensive, if it is just an ordinary disease, it is better to give the chance of cure to others!"

When Doctor Fang said this, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Yang Bo, and when he saw that Yang Bo didn't react, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing Doctor Fang say this, there was a sudden uproar below.

Yang Bo couldn't understand Dr. Fang's words, but he had an interpreter by his side, and he didn't have any opinions on what Dr. Fang said, and treating some incurable diseases was more conducive to the development of his plan.

After all, Dr. Fang's words still had a certain effect, the number of people queuing up at the scene was reduced, some people squeezed out of the crowd and walked outside, but more people still stayed, and everyone consciously lined up in a line.

Soon, Dr. Fang began to distribute number plates according to the order of the team, and the ten number plates were really inconspicuous, and they were all issued in the blink of an eye.

Those who received the license plate were full of joy, and those who did not receive the number plate were immediately unhappy.

The noise at the scene was even louder, and many people stood at the back of the line and shouted loudly.

Yang Bo didn't understand, and he didn't let the interpreter explain, so he bypassed the crowd and entered the medical hall.

Doctor Fang was anxious, and after seeing Yang Bo walk in, he hurriedly ran over to ask for instructions, "There are too many people without license plates, can you send more ones?" Otherwise, the crowd will be angry at the scene, and I won't be able to control the situation!"

Yang Bo sat at the desk, lit the alcohol lamp, and began to cook today's tea, he slowly raised his head and stared at Doctor Fang, without speaking.

Doctor Fang's face was full of anxiety, and when he heard the shouting outside, he became even more anxious, but he didn't dare to say more in front of Yang Bo.

"Do you think you're stupid?" Yang Bo asked.

Doctor Fang was stunned, "Why?"

"Who came to see the doctor yesterday? It's Sha Ron, he's the police chief, don't you tell me, didn't you leave his contact information?" asked Yang Bo.

Doctor Fang was very embarrassed on his face, and hurriedly nodded: "I'll contact Director Sharon immediately, and I'll contact you immediately!"

Yang Bo nodded and said, "Contact him, explain the situation here, and let him watch and deal with it!"

"Okay!" Dr. Fang hurriedly replied.

Not long after, Yang Bo heard a roar outside, and the noisy sound gradually disappeared, he smiled, this should be the first effect, right?

Soon, Dr. Fang walked in with the patient, his face had calmed down, and the patient was arranged to sit in front of Yang Bo.

The patient did not come alone, but was accompanied by four or five men, who looked like attendants, and one of whom resembled him, presumably his son.

"Hello, what do you call it?" Yang Bo asked.

The patient looked like he was in his fifties, his face was sallow, he looked at Yang Bo and said, "You can call me Old Baker." ”

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Bo asked.

Old Baker hesitated, as if he had palpitations, "I've been having diarrhea for the past half a month, taking a lot of medicine, and going to a lot of hospitals, but I haven't been cured!"

Yang Bo nodded, didn't ask any more, he motioned for Doctor Fang to step forward.

Doctor Fang took a step forward and instructed the old shell to put his arm in front of Yang Bo, and Yang Bo reached out to check his pulse.

After a moment, Yang Bo nodded slightly, and he spoke: "Since you have come here, it means that you have a certain understanding of the fees of our pharmacy, and the consultation fee of the Rejuvenation Hall is very high, and the minimum consultation fee is 100,000 euros." ”

"One hundred thousand euros?" exclaimed Old Baker's son, whose eyes widened.

Old Baker waved his hand and said: "Money doesn't matter, as long as it can cure my illness, I can't wait any longer anyway, I really can't stand it!"

As he spoke, Old Baker clutched his stomach and seemed to feel the discomfort of his stomach.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone had already been placed, Yang Bo stood up, picked up the brush, and wrote down the prescription.

Soon, Yang Bo handed the prescription to Yue Junyao, "Just grasp the medicine well and grind it into powder." ”

Yue Junyao didn't say anything, and grabbed the medicine according to the prescription.

Yang Bo looked at Doctor Fang again and explained: "Later, when he finishes the medicinal powder, you put the medicinal powder on the plaster and paste it on his navel, one stick it today, one stick it tomorrow, and it should be cured!"

Dr. Fang was very surprised, "How much does it cost to deal with it like this?"

"150,000 euros!" Yang Bo said, and in the blink of an eye, he raised the price a lot.

Doctor Fang glared, "Isn't it 100,000 euros?"

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