As soon as Aguga's face turned cold when he heard this, he suddenly said as if he were an outsider, "Cut, what can I do?" I, a law-abiding citizen, a U.S. green card holder, I, I have a legal status in the U.S., and I am legally qualified to practice medicine. ”

I didn't move, I was laughing in my heart.

Poor little Ah San, if you can't stand the deception, this deception will give you your true identity.

I smiled, "Okay, Aguga, it's time to take the time tunnel back from India." ”

Ah San's face turned pale.

On the tip of his nose, a bead of sweat appeared.

I smiled faintly.

Aguga's face turned pale, and he slammed the door shut, and then, with a click, locked it.

I'm indifferent.

Aguga: "Who are you?" What exactly are you going to do? ”

I said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I found a large amount of medical morphine in Mr. Francis's house, which, as far as I know, is a prescription drug that only a qualified doctor prescribes." So ......"

I stopped talking.

Why? Because the agitated Aguga had already taken a small black pistol, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun straight at me.

Ay......

The US imperialists are good anywhere, but they are too free. Especially this gun, as long as you have an ID card, you can get a gun license, and then take this license, go to the store, hehe, except for fully automatic military weapons, all semi-automatic long and short guys, pick and choose.

Of course, the premise is that you have enough beautiful knives.

If you're on the pay, the gun shop owner isn't a vegetarian.

Aguga was very excited, he held a gun in both hands, sweat beads on his forehead, and said to me in a low voice: "You guy, you are doing this, you are going to destroy hundreds of Indian doctors in the United States, you ...... You can't do this, I, I'm going to kill you. ”

There are many Indian doctors who practice medicine in the United States.

Among these doctors, there are organizations like trade unions, federations, and so on.

Morphine similar to Francis's home is not a small amount, and a doctor simply can't prescribe it. Therefore, dozens of doctors are needed to conspire together to meet the dosage of the family of four.

Facing the muzzle again.

What a familiar picture.

I laughed.

Then he said to Aguga, "Friend, I have come with sincerity. I will not do any harm to you and your friends, come ...... Let me tell you what my true purpose is. ”

A doctor is a doctor after all, and he is not born to play with guns, so Aguga believed me, and he slowly put down the gun and approached.

I reached out my little claws, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and slammed it upwards.

Aguga was shocked and wanted to rob it.

I decisively unloaded the magazine, retracted the bullet, and threw the empty gun on the table.

Aguga stopped.

I said, "Sit down and pour me a cup of coffee." ”

Aguja: "I don't drink coffee, I only have tea, black tea from Darjeeling. ”

I said, "Great, just right, have a drink." ”

Aguja took his hands and made me a cup of authentic Darjeeling that he brought from his hometown in India.

The taste is fabulous.

I said, "Why did you help Francis?" ”

Aguga: "Because of our people." His oil wells, in the Indian Ocean, were inhabited by many of the Indians, and they all had that strange disease. Francis, willing to contribute money to help those people heal, provided that we first find a way to cure him and his family. ”

I said, "Tell me more, what kind of disease is that?" ”

Aguga took a sip of tea, very emotional, he sorted out his thoughts a little, and then told me the whole story.

Francis's drilling rig was first jointly developed by the United States and India. Later, an Englishman paid for it. Later, the British sold it to Francis.

The employees on the platform are basically Indians.

Later, for some reason, a strange disease appeared in the Indians. The symptom of the onset of the disease is that the whole body is inexplicably severe, and the pain starts from the peripheral nerves, that is, the fingers and toes.

As the boss, Francis is still good, he specially took his family to the drilling platform by helicopter, inspected it, and finally, brought the so-called special medicine he bought in the United States.

The drug is injected down.

The pain was relieved. However, when complications came, they did not dare to see the sun, as long as even a trace of sunlight was exposed, the skin would be painful like a pinprick in the skin.

So the platform was sealed and the personnel were evacuated.

Francis returned home, and soon after, also became ill.

Eventually, Francis made a deal with an Indian medical chemical company to have them collect blood samples from Indian workers for analysis.

Eventually, the chemical company collected a strange substance from the patient's body and listed the molecular formula.

The answer lies in the molecular formula.

If anyone can break this molecular formula, they will have mastered the way to overcome the disease.

That's probably the way the whole thing happened. 、

But Aguga said that this may not be the whole answer, because there are still many suspicious aspects of this matter.

He wasn't sure, Francis, if he was lying.

I was thinking about it, and instinctively felt as if someone was actively traveling to India at the moment!

So I......

I said to Aguga, "Do you want to save your people?" ”

Aguga: "Of course. ”

I said, "So, do you have a connection with Francis?" ”

Aguga: "Yes, we communicate with each other three or four times a week. ‘

I said, "OK, now send him an email and just say we need a little bit of blood on him." ”

Aguga: "Why should I trust you? ”

Me: "Quite simply, you don't have a choice. Large-scale collectives, contracts to prescribe illegal drugs, once such a thing is poked out, do you think the Americans will let you go? ”

Aguga raised his head and stared at his big eyes: "You, what do you want to do?" ”

I laughed and said, "I want to help you find out the truth and find out what is wrong with Francis and the poor Indian workers!" Only by digging out the root cause can we avoid their suffering. ”

"Who are you?"

"Doctor, a doctor who is proficient in ancient Chinese medicine."

Aguga smiled, and he held out his hand: "Aguga, a doctor who is proficient in the ancient Ayurvedic healing arts. ”

I grinned, "Everyone is a witch doctor." ”

Aguga: "Mutual ......, each other"

India, Ayurveda.

The content of Ayurveda, I can say without exaggeration, is a small branch of the Daozang.

It's true! If you haven't read the Taoist Taoist collection (the premise is that you have a solid foundation in ancient culture. You really don't feel how good a Taoist is!

As far as I know, X-Beijing, Shanghai, including Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Chongqing have opened a lot of Ayurvedic Sanskrit medical centers, treatment centers, yoga centers, and health centers.

Business is booming ahead of time!

The content is less than one-tenth of the Daozang.

Its core theory of three veins and seven chakras is nothing more than a castrated version of three souls and seven spirits.

The three chakras and seven chakras are just a simple illustration of the three souls and seven spirits in the human body. And the whole theory of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits is vast and vast, and it even involves several worlds that we don't know.

It's a pity that foreign monks are so good at chanting.

The essence of the ancestors was not taken seriously, but now these foreign sayings have prevailed.

Aguga has traveled to the south and the north, and at first glance he has endured hardships and seen a lot of people. When he saw that I had reported my origin, and after shaking hands with me, Agujia asked carefully: "Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner who graduated from the college, or a ......?"

I said, "From the doctor, into the Tao, the Tao of the Tao Te Ching, the Tao of the Taoist, understand?" ”

Aguga was in awe: "Those are some people who have insight into the true life and the mysteries of the universe, are you learning?" ”

Me: "Exactly. ”

Aguga gave me a strange salute.

I replied, and then asked him where he was, and had heard of Taoism.

Aguga told me that when he was still in Taiwan, he was fortunate enough to meet a master who was supposed to be a Taoist. The two of them were together and had a few conversations in English, which made him feel very aware and learned a lot of things that he had not yet understood.

Therefore, he is very, very interested in Taoist culture, and the so-called legendary Taoist doctors.

I drank two full pots of Darjeeling black tea with Aguja.

The conversation was very pleasant.

Finally, I said to Aguga, "Since you Indians have been involved in this incident, why don't we both join forces and work together to treat the Francis family?" ”

Aguga was delighted: "Very, very good! This is simply great. ”

I glanced at the gun on the table and I said, "This ......"

Aguga laughed, got up quickly, and put the gun away.

The rest went a lot smoother. Aguga sent an email to Francis, in which he said that he had found a way that worked, but for now, he needed a sample of his own blood. At the same time, he explained that the blood sample was collected by a needle, and then it was put in an ice cube in the refrigerator, put it in a plastic bag, and put it in the cat's hole.

The letter was in the pet store, and not long after it was sent out via the computer, Francis replied.

He asked Aguga, half an hour later, to come to his door and take a blood sample.

When it was done, Aguga and I left the pet store immediately.

Aguga took his little ha, and I followed behind and set off on foot.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, I was almost in front of Francis's house. In front of me, a row of cars suddenly appeared!

Black bread, big off-road, BMW!

At this time, there were still more than 120 meters away from Francis's house.

Far away, I can't see clearly who is coming, not to mention, they are all in the car at the moment, and no one gets out of the car.

My heart moved, and I said to Aguga, "Go, go to my house first!" ”

Lead the people, lead the dog, and enter my yard.

Facing Hank, Lucy, the bear child, I looked up and saw my little ha on the rope.

Hey, where's Luluda?

Luluda should be around these two little boys, but what about the others?

I paused, then asked Hank, "What about the black kid?" ”

Hank looked disdainful: "What about the house, there are guests at home, Japanese." ”

My heart pounds!

The Japanese are also here, this is his uncle, but it's a stormy rhythm.