Lying on the bed in a treatment room, Yan Murong looked at the snow-white ceiling and thought to himself - why didn't there be applause when he finished work and went upstairs just now?

Didn't it be said in the novel that after the male protagonist suddenly flashed with golden light, and the spirit of the king was revealed to save people's lives, he would be surrounded by applause? - Well, even if there is no applause, why don't any beautiful women come up to me and ask for her signature?

After thinking about it for half an hour, Yan Murong turned over and got out of bed - although the needle just now consumed a lot of his internal qi, it would not faint, and after resting for half an hour, he would be like no one.

When Yan Murong walked down again, everyone suddenly quieted down again, and then, suddenly, as if they had entered a vegetable market, there was a commotion.

A group of elderly old men and old ladies suddenly surrounded Yan Murong with small crutches or tiptoes.

"Little Divine Doctor, Little Divine Doctor, please help me take a look, my old cold legs have been more than ten years, and I can't cure them, why don't you help me with acupuncture?" An old lady grabbed Yan Murong and said.

"That's right, little miracle doctor, you can save the dying person just now, help me see my cerebral thrombosis."

"Little miracle doctor, I'm constipated, help me."

"Little Divine Doctor, I have been suffering from back pain and leg cramps recently, and I can't go up to the fifth floor in one breath."

"Little Doctor, I have irregular menstruation." -- An old lady in her sixties said in astonishment.

Yan Murong was shocked. "What's wrong with you?" ――This is a joke, you are in your 60s, and your relatives still come to visit you, so it seems that the relationship is not generally good.

"Oh, I was wrong, this man doesn't have a good memory when he's old." The old lady said hurriedly. "It's my daughter's irregular menstruation."

Yan Murong was surrounded by a group of old men and old ladies, and her ears were buzzing, except for the aunt's earth-shattering words, she really didn't hear anything else.

Oh, yes - he also heard a young man in his twenties say that his arm has been sore lately, and that he used to be able to lift dumbbells fifty times, but now he can only lift ten strokes and he has no energy, he asked. "Am I not lifting?"

"Everyone, I'm going to see the patient, and I'll see you later." Yan Murong hurriedly shouted, and then made a noise around the quilt on his back, I was afraid that he would be deaf in his ears.

"Everyone, you don't have a street, it's a new doctor from our clinic, he will always be here in the future, don't worry, let him go and see the injured first." Zhong Zhenguo also came over with a smile on his face and helped Yan Murong out of the siege.

"Okay, then I'll hang the name of this little miracle doctor first." The eldest lady whose daughter's relatives were uncoordinated was the first to shout, and then there was a response.

Zhong Zhenguo couldn't laugh or cry - he felt that he had been a doctor for most of his life, and he was not as popular as a little guy as him.

Yan Murong finally squeezed out of the crowd before he came to a temporary hospital bed built in the corner of the first floor and looked at the man who had woken up but was still a little weak.

"How's it going, are you feeling better?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

The man opened his chapped lips and wanted to say something, but after a few squirms, he still didn't speak. However, when he looked at Yan Murong, his eyes were full of gratitude.

"Poof"-The woman suddenly knelt down, looked at Yan Murong with tears on her face, and said gratefully. "Doctor, thank you, thank you for saving my husband's life, when he is better, we will thank you a lot, you are a miracle doctor."

"What are you doing here?" Yan Murong pulled up the woman who was kneeling on the ground and said with a smile. "It's all men who kneel down to propose to women, you're good, what are you doing kneeling for me? - Besides, you have a husband, I don't dare to accept it. ”

"Poof." The woman was amused by Yan Murong's words, and the atmosphere eased a lot.

The man also tugged at the corners of his mouth and showed a kind smile - he understood that Yan Murong was not taking advantage of any verbal advantages, but he didn't need these clichéd thanks at all.

"Divine Doctor, what's your name? I'll send you a pennant another day. The woman looked at Yan Murong sincerely and said.

"You don't need to send pennants." Yan Murong waved his hand and said. "My name is Yan Murong - don't want the pennant, you have to pay my visit fee and asking for money."

"Oh, okay, okay." The woman nodded again and again and said. "Doctor Yan, how much do you want?"

At the same time as she said this, she had already made up her mind, no matter how much Yan Murong wanted, she would definitely make it up even if she smashed the pot and sold iron-after all, when she was choosing between money and the lives of her relatives, she chose her relatives.

Yan Murong looked at the bottle of glucose hanging on the infusion stand, pulled a little nurse, and asked. "How much does this bottle cost?"

"Fifteen." The little nurse was the one who was yelled at by Yan Murong to prepare medicinal herbs just now, and she witnessed Yan Murong's miraculous medical skills throughout the whole process. Now that he was pulled by Yan Murong, his face turned red suddenly, and he whispered, and after speaking, he ran away quickly, as if Yan Murong was a flood beast.

"You hear, this bottle of glucose is fifteen." Yan Murong shrugged at the woman who was about to accept his sky-high medical bills and said. "There is also Dijin grass, which is not much for medicinal purposes, so I can just give five yuan, but my house visit fee is a little more expensive."

"Doctor Yan, you said, I will give you no matter how much money you have." The woman said anxiously.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded. "My visit fee, 200 yuan, gauze money is not needed, a total of 220 yuan."

"Huh?" The woman exclaimed in surprise and looked at Yan Murong with stunned eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yan Murong asked with some weakness. "Is it that my house call fee is too expensive, this- or I don't want it?"

It's no wonder that Yan Murong is not weak--he used to practice medicine in the mountains with the old man, and the consultation fee was usually a lunch or dinner that was not rich. As for the money, the largest amount did not exceed double digits. This time, the price of 200 was also considered for the income of the clinic - after all, he is still sheltering from the rain under the eaves of others, so he must give someone something in return.

"No, that's not what I meant, Doctor Yan, don't get me wrong." The woman said in alarm. "Doctor Yan, you saved my husband's life, why do you only charge so little money?"

Indeed, in this case, if you go to the hospital, rescue plus surgery, plus future medication or something, you can't get down without tens of thousands of yuan. ，

"Huh?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment-this woman didn't think she had received too much, but she had too little.

Yan Murong thought--It's strange for people in the city to do things.

ps: The plot unfolds a little slowly, but don't worry, once the boring plot passes, the following will make you cool. Flowers, collection, come on!