"You're using strong words." Ichiro Matsumoto shouted angrily.

Yes, Yan Murong is just using strong words, but this reason is Matsumoto Ichiro's reason, and Yan Murong wants to take it from him.

Although Matsumoto Ichiro is angry, he is not so bad that he has lost his ability to think, what Yan Murong said has nothing to do with this competition, but Yan Murong just said it, and it made Matsumoto Ichiro's lungs explode - whoever doesn't let him feel better, don't think about it, this is Yan Murong's code of conduct.

"Don't be surprised." Yan Murong said with a disdainful expression. "You haven't answered my question yet, is it true that doctors nowadays only give money to treat diseases, and if they don't give money, they should stay where they want?"

"Yan Murong, don't you think you're escaping reality?"

Matsumoto Ichiro didn't speak, but Zheng Wuming stood up, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Now in the era of commercialization, do you think hospitals will give up their own interests to treat people for free? No, the answer is undeniably – patients are human beings, doctors are human beings, and they all need to eat. If the patient wants to keep the money to eat, doesn't the doctor have to make money to eat? ”

"I didn't ask you again." Yan Murong glanced at Zheng Wuming and said. "I'm just asking this loose Mr. Wolf, do you think I'm right?"

"I agree with Mr. Zheng Wuming." Matsumoto Ichiro said through gritted teeth.

"That's going to do it."

Yan Murong suddenly laughed, no less happy than a poor man who was about to use his underwear and suddenly won the lottery of five million.

Seeing Yan Murong's smile, Zheng Wuming secretly screamed in his heart. This guy's heart and eyes are more twists and turns than a sheep's intestines, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall into the pit that this guy has dug.

Although Zheng Wuming was still not sure what Yan Murong was going to do, Matsumoto Ichiro had already jumped.

After secretly blaming himself for being careless, Zheng Wuming stopped talking, just leaned on the side with his arms in his arms, and looked at Yan Murong with an expressionless face, wanting to see how big a pit this guy had dug for Matsumoto Ichiro to jump, if the pit was too deep, he would never go up and pull it.

"Y-what are you laughing at?" Matsumoto Ichiro was a little flustered by Yan Murong's smile, and his face changed uncertainly, wanting to see something from Yan Murong's eyes, but helplessly, this guy's eyes couldn't see anything else except treacherous or treacherous.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Yan Murong was applauding, smiling and applauding at Matsumoto Ichiro, but this move made everyone confused.

"Very good, very good, I also very much agree with you." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face. "It is only natural to have money to cure diseases and wait for death if you have no money."

"But—" Yan Murong changed his words, looked at Matsumoto Ichiro, and said. "What if you have a very strange disease, I wonder if you have the money to cure it?"

What does this mean?

Everyone at the scene was depressed again. Why is this kid so hard to speak? Isn't it okay to say whatever you want to say all at once? Don't say anything about the hanging people's appetite, but also make people listen to the clouds, there is a lot of nonsense, and I haven't heard a useful word.

"I know you don't understand." Yan Murong smiled and looked at Ichiro Matsumoto, who looked confused, and said. "Actually, while I'm a doctor, I also work part-time as a fortune teller -- I just showed you a face, and I found out that you're about to get a strange disease."

"What do you mean?" Matsumoto Ichiro was stunned, as soon as the words were spoken, his face became extremely ugly, and then, a scream resounded throughout the conference room, this scream made everyone startled, when people focused their eyes on Matsumoto Ichiro again, they found that this short old man was already lying on the ground, while constantly screaming and rolling, while constantly rubbing on the ground, both hands were also groping on the body.

"What's going on?" Someone exclaimed.

"It's like it's tickling." A certain brother who looked like an expert thought about it seriously and said. "That's right, it's just tickling."

"How do you know?"

"My hometown is in the countryside, and the pigs in the village are rubbing on the ground like this when they are itchy."

“――”

Now Matsumoto Ichiro doesn't care if he is a pig or a human, he only knows that his body is itchy now, just like there are thousands of ants crawling under his skin, and people can't wait to pull out their own skin directly to catch those ants that make people itch to death.

"It's too much, it's too much, what the hell did you do to him?"

Yamazaki Kato, who had been watching coldly from the side, suddenly stood up, looked at Yan Murong with an angry face and asked. "What exactly did you do to Dean Matsumoto? Do you know that you are deliberately hurting by doing this? ”

"What did I do?" Yan Murong said with an innocent face. "I didn't do anything. As you can see, I was several meters away from him, and I didn't get close to him, so how could I do anything to him? ”

"Itchy, itchy, help me, who can save me?" Matsumoto Ichiro kept rolling on the ground for help, his voice full of pleading.

"Dean Matsumoto, I'll take a look at it for you."

Yamazaki Kato didn't care about arguing with Yan Murong, so he hurriedly trotted over, squatted down, grabbed Matsumoto Ichiro's wrist and began to take the pulse.

"Strange, how can it be so strange?"

After a while, Yamazaki Kato's face changed, and he muttered. "How could this be? How is this possible? ”

"I'll take a look." Chen Hanqing also walked over, grabbed Matsumoto Ichiro's wrist and probed the pulse. But it didn't take long, and his brows furrowed - not that the condition was very strange, but the strange thing was that Matsumoto Ichiro's body did not have any abnormalities at all, his pulse was very stable, and his body was also very healthy, if it weren't for the fact that Matsumoto Ichiro's cheeks had been scratched by themselves, they would have thought that this old man was pretending - but then again, it was not easy to let an old man lie on the ground and roll, not to mention the face that was scratched by himself and was covered with blood.

"Yan Murong." Zheng Wuming also stood up, looked at Yan Murong and shouted coldly. "If you want to take this first, I don't have anything to care about, but you must cure Dean Matsumoto's illness right away - don't deny it, I know you did it."

"You've guessed it." Yan Murong spread his hands helplessly.

The people who know you best are not your relatives, but your enemies - this is true.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded and said. "I admit that I did it, but your first place was originally mine, and you know it in your own heart, so this quid pro quo is not valid."

"Don't worry." Yan Murong directly interrupted Zheng Wuming's words and said. "Maybe you can try, who can save him, maybe you don't have to talk to me about conditions here?"

"What do you want?" Zheng Wuming asked coldly. In his heart, although Yan Murong is a little cheaper, his attainments in traditional Chinese medicine are much more powerful than him, and if he dares to say this, he definitely has strong confidence, so he doesn't have to think of other ways, just negotiate with Yan Murong directly.

"I want money." Yan Murong smiled, spread his palms and said. "It's okay to save him, take the money!"