Crash!

The roller shutter door opened, and a gloomy old face peeked out of the shelf.

I staggered with my hands over my stomach in infinite pain, bowed my head, and squeezed into the room.

"What's wrong with you?" The other party asked with concern.

"I don't know, my stomach hurts, I die in pain." I bowed my head and replied.

"Oh, then you wait, come in, I'll show you."

With my support, I followed the unknown doctor into the house step by step.

I entered the house and came to a small consultation room.

The lights are on.

I could see what he looked like.

In his fifties, the public face has nothing to attract attention except for a black mole on the cheeks.

"Doctor's surname." I leaned back on the couch and looked up at him.

"Surname Guan ......"

"Lie down and I'll check it for you."

I honestly lay on the couch.

Dr. Guan reached out and began to touch my stomach through my clothes.

A few simple touches.

Doctor Guan looked up and reached out for a pair of cold eyes, which collided with mine.

"You have appendicitis, you need surgery right away......"

I know it.

"Okay, can you have surgery here?"

"Absolutely."

Doctor Guan remained silent: "Come with me." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and helped me and walked to a small operating room inside.

Don't doubt Mr. Guan's medical skills, between us, it has nothing to do with medical skills.

He knows who I am! I know better than anyone who I am.

Between us, there is only a deep hatred that stems from the bones.

That's right, he is one of the two people who asked Uncle Long to kill me.

Today, I took the initiative to walk up to the door.

The first thing that Mr. Guan thought of was to take me down......

Guan Dongfeng is not Wang Guangyuan, Yumiko, and not Ruan Yingjie hiding behind the scenes.

If my analysis is correct, he has a simple hatred for me personally in his heart, and he also shoulders the mission of Wang Guangyuan's friendship.

Yes, when I took the initiative to throw myself in front of his door.

His heart was moved.

He wanted to show that he would give me a bad blow, and then give me over to a new life, and then use it to ask for merit and reward.

It is one of the basic skills of Taoist medicine to be good at grasping people's psychological characteristics and organizing attacks through psychologically weak defense lines.

Tonight, that's all I'm going to play.

Dr. Guan led me into the operating room, and his eyes showed a sinister look.

He was decisive and closed the door to the operating room.

He led me to the operating table and said, "Take off your clothes and lie down on here." ”

I laughed.

I sat on the operating table, and then I said to Dr. Guan, "Some time ago, you paid a little gang in Thailand to kill me." Why? Why? ”

The doctor turned his back to me.

His body moved slightly, but he didn't look back, but straightened up and said, "Benefit!" You opened a clinic across the street and cured three of my long-term patients. These three patients bring in more than one million Hong Kong dollars to the clinic every year. If you break the rules, you will die. ”

I smiled and said, "When did we become doctors?" ”

Doctor Guan: "Do you understand the unspoken rules of private practice?" Chronic diseases should be treated slowly...... Take your time. ”

I remembered another question and asked, "Wang Guangyuan, what benefits have you been given?" ”

"Ji Baida, you're going to be finished, and the clinic across the street will be all mine." After saying this, Guan Dongfeng turned around slowly, and he had a gun in his hand with a rather strange shape.

All right!

This gun is certainly not some alien weapon. It's just a tranquilizer gun.

It is fired under air pressure and is fired with an anesthetic injection.

Burst!

It only took a moment, when I realized I had been hit, and then I started to pull out the needle.

The fast, potent anesthetic solution has flowed into my body.

I looked at the gun and I smiled.

"Guan Dongfeng, you have been fooled. Your clinic has been surrounded, the police car is parked at the corner of the street not far away, and a large number of police officers with guns are also guarding the exits of this clinic, I still have ten minutes, ten minutes, if I don't go out. ”

I gestured: "Bang bang!" First, you will force the door, and then, you will be hit by more than a dozen real guns, against the head of the door. ”

Guan Dongfeng sweated.

"You're a liar! Where are the police! As soon as the words fell, the old fellow, he ran to the window.

I jumped off the operating table.

Reach out, grab the old guy's wrist, and gently break it to the side, and the tranquilizer gun is in his hand.

Turning the muzzle of the gun, I smiled and said to Guan Dongfeng: "You're right, I'm lying!" ”

Tube Dongfeng Crazy......

I waved him closer.

"Sit down, let's talk." I shook the small tranquilizer gun.

Guan Dongfeng sat down.

I said, "Where are you from?" How did you come to Hong Kong to open a clinic? Is the art of medicine an ancestral or an ......?"

Guan Dongfeng hates.

Then he said an answer that surprised me.

"I'm an American, a Chinese American!"

I was stunned: "America? Isn't American Chinese medicine very popular? ”

"Phew! Bullshit! The U.S. market has very strict restrictions on traditional Chinese medicine, and many Chinese herbal medicines are not allowed to be used. Also, many physiotherapy methods, once used improperly, are very easy to be complained about, and then sue for illegal medical practice, Chinese medicine, in the United States, it is not easy to mix. That's ......"

Guan Dongfeng said: "That is, massage, acupuncture, and things that don't involve drugs, so far it's okay to say some, and the rest is only limited to Chinatown." But ......"

Guan Dongfeng gritted his teeth again: "When opening a Chinese medicine store in Chinatown, in addition to facing foreigners, you also have to deal with the bullying of your own people in China." Triads, Huaqing Gang, a whole bunch of ...... All of them are difficult masters. ”

I listened and nodded slightly.

Guan Dongfeng is right, Chinese medicine is not easy to mix abroad.

But listen up, it's not good to 'mix'! Instead of being bad at doing!

Mix and do!

are two fundamentally different concepts.

Mixed business, business, mixed work, doing work......

It's all completely different.

Guan Dongfeng made a small mistake that we Chinese love to make, that is, to mix up life, mix everything, not pay attention, pursue, real inside, but live with a mixed thought.

That's not right.

Americans, foreigners are standard rational thinking, especially Germans, and they are even more rational messes.

It is this notion of normal, positive, healthy rationality that we currently lack.

Therefore, Chinese medicine is not difficult to develop in the United States.

Instead, we should choose to use a rational attitude to do it positively and healthily, so that we can develop better.

To put it bluntly, just don't mix, do it steadfastly!

There is no perfect nation in the world, and only by ignoring one's own shortcomings and correcting oneself will it be truly strong.

Otherwise, it's like half past eight, the dog's blood supernatural anti-Japanese TV series, there is no salvation.

At this time, I said to Dr. Guan, "The United States is not easy to mix, so I went to Hong Kong to mix." Is Hong Kong a good mix? ”

Doctor Guan: "Here, it was much easier to mix than in the United States, but since you came...... It's hard to mix again. ”

I laughed.

I was about to tell Dr. Guan that his attitude was a little inappropriate.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound of brakes outside the door.

Ten seconds later.

Roller shutter doors, bang!

Someone smashed it.

Guan Dongfeng's eyes moved, and he was about to run.

I hooked the plate machine of the anesthetic gun with my hand.

Burst.

The small needle ruthlessly pierced Mr. Guan's back.

Guan Dongfeng was stunned, turned his head, and made a strange expression at me, and the person fell down softly in an instant.

Putting the man down, I dragged him to the bed next to the operating room, thought about it, and stuffed the bed under the bed.

That's it, I checked the tranquilizer gun, loaded another needle bullet, then turned around, found a white coat, hurriedly put it on, took another mask, and put it on my face.

Dressed up.

The door had been smashed.

I bowed my head again, dug out the key in the doctor's pocket, and then, step by step, walked to the door, and shouted, "Coming, coming......"

I bent over, unlocked the lock, and with a bang, closed the roller blinds.

Outside the door.

The muzzles of the four black holes were aimed at my head.

Is it a police officer, a divine soldier descending from heaven?

Of course not.

They were all strange black and thin men I didn't know.

There were four in total, and among them, there was also a middle-aged man with a bleeding thigh and a pale face.

These people are black and thin, and their facial racial characteristics are very obvious.

At first glance, it is Vietnamese!

Hehe, it's fun.

The corners of my mouth twitched in my mask.

Then I heard a Vietnamese buddy ask me in stiff Cantonese, "Doctor Guan, where have you gone?" ”

I remained silent: "Dr. Guan has gone out for consultation, I am a medical student from the mainland who is interning here, and I am a relative of Dr. Guan." ”

Several people quickly exchanged glances.

The next second.

People were dragged in.

Then, with a backhand, with a bang, he pulled the roller shutter down.

"What's wrong with him?" I glanced down at the guy bleeding from his leg and asked the rest.

"Don't worry so much! Heal his wounds quickly, or else! ”

A cold barrel stabbed me in the head.

Well, it's no wonder that you dare to take care of the doctor's private work and take over these jobs.

I sneered in my heart and gave a brief order, "Quickly carry someone to the operating room." ”

Several people, moving with their hands and feet, carried their buddies who were bleeding from their legs, and entered the operating room together.

Once inside, place the person on the operating table.

I had my head and let these grandsons hold the guns again.

"Doctor, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't care so much, hurry up and heal him."

I glanced at these guys, and I said lightly: "You guys are pointing guns at me, I can't concentrate on my work." ”

The other party exchanged glances and put away the gun.

I went up, first took scissors, cut open this brother's pants, and then, took a large bottle of general disinfectant, and rushed it......

"Ah......" the guy on the stage covered his legs and screamed.

I wipe it with a cotton ball.

Wipe clean.

On the thigh, above the knee, at a fifteen-centimeter position, a two-centimeter-sized bullet hole appeared!

This is to let the bullet slam!

Warhead, embedded in the bone. If it is not removed, it is easy to cause inflammation of the bone marrow, and then the next step is sepsis, then, high fever, and then, heart, liver and kidney multi-organ failure, and then ......

GAMEOVER

I thought about it for a moment, turned to the murderers, and said, "He's going to have surgery, take out the bullets, and besides, get ready, donate blood." ”

The man who could speak Chinese was stunned and said, "Why, what kind of blood to donate?" ”

I said lightly: "The supply of blood bags in the clinic is insufficient, and you need to donate them, of course, it may not necessarily be used all, whoever matches the blood type will use whomever it is." ”

The group exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

I......

Secretly smiling.