When Ye Zhengyang saw such a miracle doctor studio, he felt that he couldn't cry or laugh. Is there really such a miracle doctor in this place? Could it be that this time it is the legendary master in the folk?

After entering this courtyard, Ye Zhengyang suddenly found that this was not an ordinary courtyard, but a small hospital. This small and inconspicuous building has long since been converted into a private hospital.

The first floor is the diagnosis hall, and there are more than a dozen people waiting inside, and it seems that they are all people who have been pulled by the doctor. The zigzag staircase connects to the second floor, which is supposed to be hospitalized, and many people who look poor go up from here, with wooden expressions, completely lifeless.

It seems that there is a third layer, what is it for, Ye Zhengyang didn't see it.

This place is really a strange place, it is completely a black clinic, and it is really unimaginable that there are still so many people who see a doctor here. Perhaps, the poor are poor in the first place, and no one minds about medical conditions. Perhaps, it is really as they say, cheap, and it works well.

"Okay, it's here, it's here, you wait in the hall first, I'll go and register for you!" Said the middle-aged woman.

Look at the service, it's really intimate. Basically, you don't need the patient to take a step, and the medical trust will help you get it done.

However, Ye Zhengyang found that the so-called registration, in fact, is just a medical trust to receive a bonus. Whoever brings in a person can be rewarded with 50 yuan on the spot. It seems that if the patient sees a doctor here, the medical trust will definitely have a commission.

Ye Zhengyang originally wanted to sit down and rest, but. Suddenly found that on the benches in the hall. Covered with greasy old ash, I don't know how many years it hasn't been cleaned. Look. Unusually dirty. I touched it with my hand, it was sticky, it was disgusting.

Chen Zihan and Liu Caiwen's expressions are also extremely complicated. This place is indeed not a place where these beauties can come. It's exactly like a bandit's den.

Before the three of them could speak, the middle-aged woman came over excitedly: "Hahaha! Come with me, come with me, the doctor is already waiting for you! Look at our service, my eldest sister. It's a companion for you all the way! That hospital, there will be such a service. ”

Ye Zhengyang actually just wants to see this so-called miracle doctor, what does it look like?

Along the winding corridor, several people finally came to a room with the word "Diagnostic Room" written on the door. It seems that the so-called place to see a doctor is here.

There were already a few people lined up at the door. Behind the table in the room, a man in a white lab coat sat on a wicker chair. It looks very laid-back. What's even more puzzling is that he actually looked at the thermometer and drank a drink at the same time. Looks bohemian.

"Is this the doctor? Why does it seem so strange? Ye Zhengyang pondered secretly.

Judging from his clothes, it was a doctor. But. Judging by his behavior, the doctor looked like a ruffian, no different.

The middle-aged woman brought Ye Zhengyang to this room. Waiting in the room.

There is another person in front of him, and the diagnosis is nearing completion. That's audible. This one said, "Let's take a drip!" If you don't get a drip, your high fever won't go away. If your brain burns out and you are disabled, no one can cure you! ”

When the patient heard this, he was immediately frightened and trembled: "Doctor, doctor, is it really that serious?" ”

"No, am I going to lie to you? What's the use of me lying to you for just a few dollars of your money? ”

"Doctor, my family is poor, and I don't have much money!"

"No money, no money to see a doctor? Let's go, let's go! The doctor said impatiently, "Who brought this sick number, hurry up and pull it away!" There's no money for this! ”

This doctor was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. It's as if it's been insulted.

Ye Zhengyang took a big look, and sure enough, this person's face was red, weak and weak, and he was in a state of fever at first glance. However, this doctor was kicked out. It really doesn't make sense.

Ye Zhengyang wanted to say something, but it was already his turn to diagnose, and he sat down on the stool.

However, the strange thing is that strange happened, this doctor did not pay attention to Ye Zhengyang. Instead, he turned his swivel chair around, picked up a book from the table, and pretended to read it.

"Doctor, I'm here to see a doctor!" Ye Zhengyang reminded.

But the doctor, as if blind and deaf, looked intently at his books.

Ye Zhengyang was curious, what kind of books are so good-looking, so that this person even forgets his profession. Ye Zhengyang looked at it, it was a ghost story.

Rub, what kind of doctor is this! Ye Zhengyang suddenly wanted to scold his mother, but in this place, he was unfamiliar with life, so he still endured it. What's more, his illness is just pretending, and the purpose is just to find out the news.

"Young man, we have a rule here, when you ask a doctor to see a doctor, you have to give a red envelope, if there is no red envelope, even if you are in line, our miracle doctor will not show you." The middle-aged woman reminded.

"What? Haven't we already registered? Ye Zhengyang said in surprise.

"Yes, that's just the entry registration, and now, it's to ask the doctor to see a doctor. Our doctors here are all miracle doctors, and the number of patients we see every day is no more than 20! If there is no red envelope, they will not show it. The middle-aged woman looked helpless.

"Hmph, there is such a rule. It's weird! How many red envelopes do I need? Ye Zhengyang felt a little angry.

"Look at it, but most people give six hundred, eight hundred!"

"Why six hundred and eight hundred?"

"Everyone is trying to be auspicious, and these are all auspicious numbers. Of course, you can also give 68,000, so that the doctor will give you a more comprehensive view. The middle-aged woman guided Ye Zhengyang.

"You've got it, will I have that much money? Am I not rich? Helplessly, Ye Zhengyang took out six hundred sheets from his wallet and handed them over.

As soon as he heard the sound of counting money, the doctor, who was watching the ghost story, immediately turned his chair around as if a switch had been turned on.

"Oh, this ...... This young man, is he coming to see a doctor? Don't open your mouth yet, I already understand that you're here to see andrology! The doctor immediately began to speak.

Ye Zhengyang pushed the money to this doctor and said in surprise: "What? Andrology? Are you kidding me? ”

"Oh? Eighty percent of people your age come to see andrology! I'm telling you, I have a secret recipe here that can keep you from falling and fight for thirty-six rounds, you know? When the man saw the money, his eyes immediately turned red, and he instantly put the money in the drawer. (To be continued......)