Ye Haochuan smiled with satisfaction, and casually pointed to a young man whose hair was dyed yellow and looked like a child: "You! it's you, yes, that yellow hair, don't look around, it's you!"

Seeing Ye Haochuan calling himself, a trace of surprise appeared on Huang Mao's face, and then he walked out of the crowd and shouted arrogantly: "Boy, do you want to call me Brother Huang in the future, what do you want me to do?"

"Hehe, didn't you say you were sick, I'll treat you!" Ye Haochuan looked at him playfully.

"See a doctor?" Huang Mao was stunned, and then quickly reacted: "Grass! Lao Tzu is sick! Quickly show Lao Tzu, I can't see if I kill you!"

"No problem, I guarantee that the disease will be cured in my hand, and if it can't be cured, I won't need money!" Ye Haochuan had a wicked smile on his face, pretending to take the pulse on Huang Mao's body.

Suddenly, the expression on Ye Haochuan's face became extremely solemn, and he said: "Your illness is a bit serious, the whole body is ulcerative and itchy, it has reached an advanced stage, and it is about to attack!"

"Damn! I'm so good, where is the itchy skin, dare to curse Lao Tzu, believe it or not, I'll whip you?" Huang Mao's face was angry, and he scolded.

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed suddenly.

"Ouch, it's so itchy!" came out of his mouth, and Huang Mao suddenly rubbed his hands and scratched everywhere on his body.

But the more this happens, the more itchy my body becomes, and gradually my two hands are not enough at all!

"Grass! It's itchy, it's so itchy!"

Huang Mao screamed miserably in his mouth, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, grinding like a snake, and he didn't hesitate to make his whole body full of mud.

"Huh?!"

Looking at this scene, many people around were wide-eyed and a little dull.

"Help, help! Doctor, help me!" Huang Mao's skin was red from rubbing, and he knelt in front of Ye Haochuan and pleaded in pain.

"Although your disease is already in an advanced stage, there is still a way to treat it, but it can only be counteracted by pain!" Ye Haochuan said unhurriedly.

"Doctor, tell me what to do!" Huang Mao was in pain, and the itching on his body made him doubt his life, and he wanted to stop himself.

"There are more nerve endings on the human face, and the sense of pain is also obvious, if you want to get rid of the itch on your body, then slap it, the harder the better!" Ye Haochuan smiled, the expression on his face was a little mocking.

"Bang! bang!"

Hearing his words, Huang Mao was not ambiguous at all, opened his bow left and right, as if teaching the enemy a lesson, and quickly gave himself a few slaps.

Although the pain on his face was incomparable, he felt that the itching on his body seemed to be reduced.

With this discovery, Huang Mao didn't dare to slack off, his hands turned like electric fans, and the slapping never stopped.

"What's going on?" Gradually, some school students found out about the situation here, and gathered around and asked curiously.

"Hehe, these people don't know what to think, they came to our school hospital to make trouble, this is not cleaned up by Teacher Ye!"

More and more people watched, and Huang Mao slapped him at least three or four hundred, and everyone had great strength, and they didn't leave their hands at all, and the people around them were frightened and swallowed saliva.

"Ah, it's not itchy, I'm finally not itching!" Huang Mao suddenly stopped his palm and burst into tears with excitement.

At this moment, he inexplicably had a feeling of being reincarnated as a human being, wanting to study hard and make progress every day.

"Divine Doctor!" Huang Mao shuddered, suddenly knelt down in front of Ye Haochuan, and cried: "I'm sorry, Divine Doctor! Actually, I didn't come this time to see a doctor, but this person spent money and asked us to make trouble in the school hospital!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Yu Youcai.

"Nonsense! You have no evidence, why do you want to frame me?" Yu Youcai's face changed, and then he looked at Huang Mao angrily.

"Dog, two fools, black baby...... Come out too, we don't want his stinky money!" Huang Mao said with a sneer.

With his words, several of the same thugs walked out of the crowd.

"Hehe, Zeng Li of the Diamond King Group, you are really talented! I don't know what you have a crush on? You even thought of this method to harm our school hospital!"

Ye Haochuan had a joke on his face, and deliberately accentuated the words 'Diamond King Group'.

The group of reporters turned their cameras and pointed their lenses at Yu Youcai.

Who knows, Yu Youcai's face did not change, and he sneered: "Hmph! Who knows if these people were deliberately invited by you to act, so as to increase the popularity of your hospital?"

Hearing his outrageous words, the surrounding students became dissatisfied.

"You're too shameless, aren't you?"

"Does this person have a problem with his IQ? Our school hospital is already very popular, do we still need to use this method?"

"I'll just say that our school hospital has always had a good reputation, why did so many people make trouble today, it turns out that someone is making trouble behind it, or the world's top 500 diamond king group, it's really disgusting!"

……

The sarcastic words suddenly came to the ears of Yu Youcai.

"Hmph, little doll, this is your school's hospital, of course you will not be treated unfairly! But today, since I am here and fighting to damage the reputation of the Diamond King Group, I also want to expose this hospital and avenge those who have been treated unfairly!"

With a resentful expression on his face, what he said was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he was a superman who saved the suffering.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears, right?" Ye Haochuan smiled, his eyes swept through the crowd, and fell on an old man with a large figure and tattered clothes.

"Uncle, please come over for a while. ”

Seeing Ye Haochuan beckoning to him, the old man hesitated slightly, but walked over slowly.

He looked at Ye Haochuan, and a trace of unnaturalness appeared on his face: "Young man, I am in very bad health, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Huang Mao's previous tragic situation, the old man was a little worried at the moment.

With a smile, Ye Haochuan glanced at him, and his face flashed with a hint of understanding: "Uncle, your waist has been injured for a long time, right?"

Hearing Ye Haochuan's words, the old man's expression darkened slightly: "I was injured when I was young, and now it's been decades." ”

When he was young, he injured his waist at work, so he was so slumped.

"Actually, your injury is nothing, you can be completely cured by finding a good Chinese medicine acupuncture. Although it's a little late now, I'm eighty percent sure that I will heal your back injury!" Ye Haochuan said with a smile.

"Alas, how could there be any good Chinese medicine in the first place...... What, you said you could cure my back injury?" the old man sighed, suddenly reacted, and looked at Ye Haochuan in disbelief.

At this moment, a sturdy man in plain clothes suddenly rushed out of the crowd, he knelt down in front of Ye Haochuan and said, "Doctor, please save my uncle, he hasn't straightened his waist for decades!"

Your uncle's problem is not too serious, as long as he cooperates a little, he can be cured in a few minutes. Ye Haochuan said with a smile.