Chapter 77: The Ticket Seller
Probably feeling Hua Bing's body suddenly trembling, Xu Mingming slowly raised his little head, Qiu Bo looked at Hua Bing with full eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?" β
"Ah...... Nothing, let's move on. Hua Bing said, kissing Xu Mingming's mouth again.
However, Hua Bing experienced the terrible thought of the paragraph just now, and this kiss is not a taste at all.
Not only could he not find the wonderful feeling just now, but even as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Hua Lao pouting and begging for a kiss immediately appeared in his mind, and he couldn't shake it away.
"This fucking self-inflicted sin can't live......" Hua Bing wailed in pain in his heart.
Now that the kiss has lost its original innocence and beauty, Hua Bing no longer struggles, he gently pushed Xu Mingming away and said, "It's almost over, look at your greedy look." β
These words made Xu Mingming blush, and his small fist hammered Hua Bing hard.
"It's all your fault for bullying me, you scoundrel!" Xu Mingming complained in a coquettish voice.
"Well, it's all up to me." Hua Bing hurriedly compromised, he knew better than anyone else that if he wanted to rely on it, he actually had to rely on Hua Lao!
Reaching out to put his arm around Xu Mingming's fragrant shoulder, Hua Bing held her in his arms.
Xu Mingming's two balls of breast meat were tightly pressed against Hua Bing's chest, making his little Ding Ding involuntarily raise his arrogant head.
"[a] [Read] the novel ybdu, what are you going to do?" Xu Mingming obviously noticed the changes in his body, sat up straight, and looked at him vigilantly.
With a bang, Hua Bing felt his head explode in an instant!
How could she ask herself that?
What are you doing?
For the broad and profound Chinese, it is easy to misunderstand the question by asking such a question, is it okay?
"Yes!" Although Hua Bing knew what her words meant, Hua Bing was ready to pretend not to know, the ancients all said, it's rare to be confused!
Besides, if Xu Ming really meant "what do you want to do", wouldn't he have earned it?
It's been more than 20 years, and finally have the opportunity to break the curse of virgins, Hua Bing is excited, and his excited little heart is trembling.
"What do you want?" Xu Mingming looked at Hua Bing blankly and asked, "I asked what you want to do, what do you want?" β
"Yes, you ask me what I want to do, I do!" Hua Bing stared at her tightly, his eyes fiery.
Xu Mingming may be a little naΓ―ve, but she is not a fool after all, Hua Bing said it so bluntly, if she doesn't understand it, she will be really a fool!
"Hua Bing, you big villain!"
Xu Mingming scolded with shame and anger, and quickly jumped out of bed and ran into his room.
Looking at Xu Mingming's back as he snatched out the door, Hua Bing smiled bitterly and touched his nose, isn't it just a joke, can he react so much?
I thought that at the beginning, she was naked~ and her appearance was all seen by her, and she took the initiative to tease herself~ herself, and I thought she was so powerful, she had been doing it for a long time, and her skin was not as thick as herself!
Hua Bing couldn't help but feel proud, the little girl is thin-skinned, or she is thick-skinned, haha!
Syllable!
Hua Bing slapped himself and thought viciously: "Fart, I'm also very thin-skinned!" β
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Since Hua Bing's identity as Hua Tuo's successor was exposed, he who was originally famous in the First Hospital of Zhonghai City has become more famous.
This makes the number of Chinese medicine experts in the First Hospital of Zhonghai City very hot every day, and there are countless people who come to line up, just to get the number one and let Hua Tuo's successors see the disease.
However, Comrade Li Daqing, president of the First Hospital of Zhonghai City, profoundly implemented the policy of his granddaughter Xu Mingming, and resolutely did not add another number, just to make the workload of Hua Bing smaller.
Besides, for Hua Bing, seeing thirty patients a day is already his limit, if he wants more, not being able to leave work on time is a trivial matter, and physical fatigue is a major matter.
It is true that Hua Bing is young and strong, but his congenital lack of yang is also a real existence.
If the patient's illness is not well treated, it is definitely a thing that outweighs the loss if he recidivizes his illness first.
As usual, Hua Bing came to work in Li Daqing's Toyota car, and as soon as he walked into the hospital gate, he saw a long queue in front of the registration window.
The scene was really spectacular, which made Hua Bing feel relieved, but also had a deep sense of powerlessness.
I am glad that my medical skills have been unanimously recognized by the majority of patients; Weakness is because there are too many people in the world who are suffering from illness, and he can't solve it alone.
Hua Bing thought of his dream of revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine, and it seemed that this matter must be implemented as soon as possible.
Because only in this way can more excellent TCM practitioners emerge in a steady stream to provide patients with fast and effective treatment.
"Doctor Hua Bing, you are so popular now, does your girlfriend know?" Xu Mingming took one of his arms and whispered in his ear.
The relationship between the two is now something that the whole hospital knows, and there is no need to hide anything, so it is still natural to do some intimate actions once in a while.
Her ears came with her breath like an orchid, which reminded Hua Bing of the events of last night, and a flame burned brightly in his lower body.
However, he also knew that now was not a good time, so he hurriedly ran the internal qi in his body and quickly suppressed his desire ~ the fire of hope.
"Of course my girlfriend knows, she's so proud every day!" Hua Bing shook his hair slightly, like a big rooster with a smug head.
Xu Ming glanced at him and scolded: "Shameless! β
"Do you want to take a closer look?" Hua Bing put his face in front of her and asked in a flirtatious tone.
"This is a hospital, don't mess around!" Xu Mingming let go of his arm and took two steps back to the side.
Seeing her frightened appearance, Hua Bing laughed, and the two walked to the front of the elevator together.
Because it was working time, the speed of the elevator was very slow, and it had to stop almost every floor, but Hua Bing and Xu Mingming both had the support of Li Daqing, the dean, and no one would say anything if they were three or five minutes late.
Finally, after some tormented waiting, the elevator came to the first floor, and the elevator door slowly opened.
Hua Bing had just stepped into the elevator with one foot, but he didn't expect a noisy sound from the registration window behind him.
"Why are you like this, and you have hung up all the Chinese medicine expert numbers?"
"You ticket sellers are so inhuman!"
"We lined up in line all morning, and you came up and hung up all the expert numbers, why?"
"People want to register for fifty, and you want two hundred to change hands, do you rob?"
Hearing this, Hua Bing hurriedly looked back, only to see a young man with a hijab and a tattoo on his arm standing in the middle of the crowd, under the verbal siege of uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters from all walks of life.
"What, you're not convinced? I'm not convinced, you came earlier than me! The pheasant shouted at the crowd.
The hijab, tattooed young man called Pheasant is the central figure of a gang of ticket sellers in Zhonghai City.
This team can be described as a popular organization in the ticket industry in Zhonghai City, as long as it is a ticket, whether it is a bus ticket, a train ticket, a plane ticket, a movie ticket, a concert ticket...... As long as it has anything to do with the word "ticket", there is nothing they can't get!
In addition to those ticket categories, like the expert number of some hospitals, they also resell things, who makes this profitable?
It's just that Chinese medicine has always been a tepid discipline, and although they resell expert numbers, they will never attack Chinese medicine expert numbers.
However, a while ago, the Chinese medicine expert number of the First Hospital of Zhonghai City suddenly became a sought-after thing, which made the pheasant in charge of the hospital very strange, when did the Chinese medicine expert number become so popular?
When he went back to check on the Internet, he knew the ins and outs of the matter, and I have to say that the development of the Internet is really a thing that benefits the whole name.
Knowing everything, the pheasant who resells the expert number in the hospital all the year round immediately understands that if he can get the Chinese medicine expert number of the First Hospital of Zhonghai City, as long as he resells it, it will definitely be a profitable business!
Thinking about this, the pheasant decisively assigned the work in his hands to the younger brother below, and ran to the First Hospital of Zhonghai City to squat.
Sure enough, judging from the situation of these registrants, the pheasant knows that he will definitely make a lot of money today!
"You're too black-hearted, let's call the police quickly!" Someone shouted.
The pheasant couldn't help sneering and said, "You call the police, if you want to call the police, I will run away, and when the time comes, I will throw these experts into the trash, and you still can't see a doctor." β
"You ......" The man who said he was going to call the police was speechless.
"Listen to me, don't do all that useless work! Everyone is here to see a doctor, although 200 yuan is a TCM expert number, but it is better to have it than not to see it, right? The pheasant said bitterly, he didn't know how many times he had said these words, so he came by the way.
"We don't buy it, and we will never give you a chance to take advantage of this ticket dealer!"
"Yes, everyone doesn't buy it, let's see what he does!"
The crowd began to fight back again.
It's a pity that in the eyes of the pheasant, these counterattacks are really pale and powerless, he is an old fritter in the ticket industry, what is this counterattack?
"Two hundred yuan for a TCM expert number, you don't buy it, do you? Okay, now it's 500 sheets, love to buy it or not! The pheasant pinched a stack of numbers in his hand and shouted coldly.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, and some people had even begun to waver, wondering if they were going to buy a high-priced number.
People are such strange animals, if the pheasant insists on 200, maybe no one will buy it, but as soon as he rises the price, people will start to calculate, if you don't buy it now, what if it rises to 1,000 in a while? What about 10,000?