This morning, before dawn, there was already a long queue on Wenhua Street, and the place where the line started was Fu Qiankun in the middle of the street.

Today is the day when Fu Qiankun started selling pills, and these people are all family members of some patients, who came to line up early, wanting to buy pills as soon as possible and go back to treat their relatives' diseases.

Of course, among these people, there are also some second-tier dealers who want to speculate and make a lot of money.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Duan Qianqian took a taxi to Fu Qiankun, and she was also startled when she saw such a long queue at the door.

Duan Qianqian hurriedly called Yang Qing and asked him to come down and open the door.

"Hey, open the door, open the door." Seeing Fu Qiankun's gate open, the long line began to move slowly.

The man at the front of the line, as soon as he came in, hurriedly ran towards the counter, shouting excitedly: "Give me a thousand elixirs, hurry, hurry." ”

"Did you bring the medical records?" Duan Qianqian didn't rush to get him the pill, but asked him to show his medical records.

"The medical records are here, these are the information of ten terminally ill patients, and I was asked to buy pills for them." The man took out a stack of materials, handed it to Duan Qianqian and said.

The price of the elixir, how to take it, and what you need to buy the elixir have been announced on Fu Qiankun's website early in the morning, so this person has already prepared the medical records.

After Duan Qianqian took the medical record, she didn't look at it, but directly put it in a metal box similar to a scanner next to it to check the authenticity of the medical record.

This metal box is a future scanner that Yang Qing spent 100,000 taels of silver to buy from the auxiliary system, because it is a supporting device with Zhi Brain, so it does not need to be purchased.

With Tiantian's database and this scanner, the authenticity of a thousand medical records can be determined within a second, so as soon as the ten medical records are put in, the test results will come out.

Seeing that the ten medical records were all true, and that they had nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine black, after Duan Qianqian finished swiping the card, she took ten bottles of elixir for him, and each bottle contained a hundred elixirs.

As for whether this person is a scalper, Yang Qing is too lazy to care, when he sold talismans before, he worked so hard to prevent scalpers, and he didn't see those people grateful, and when he scolded him on the Internet, he was not soft at all.

In the hands of the next few people, he also holds a lot of medical records, especially the third person, who has more medical records in his hands than the first person, and it is estimated that the intermediate fee he charges is not high.

Duan Qianqian was working methodically on the side, checking medical records, collecting money, and administering medicine, but when she was the tenth person, there was a problem.

"I'm sorry, the twenty medical records in your hand are invalid, these twenty people have all passed away, according to the rules of the store, I can't sell pills to you." Duan Qianqian looked at the man in front of her, and a trace of disgust flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Although Yang Qing didn't care about scalpers, he had to make sure that his elixir was used, and only then could he gain experience, which was why he asked for medical records, because each medical record represented a patient.

"What? This medical record doesn't work? You Fu Qiankun didn't say what the medical records were before, and now you tell me that the medical records of these deceased patients are not good, are you fooling me? The man yelled at Duan Qianqian.

"Get out of here, who are you fooling for? People are dead, who do you buy medicine for? Do you burn it to him? Yang Qing on the side stood up abruptly and shouted coldly at the man.

"I've been lining up since last night, and I've been waiting in line for so long and it's in vain? You must compensate me! The man's face was still full of unwillingness.

"Compensate you fart!" Yang Qing stepped forward and pulled the man's clothes, carried him out like a chicken, and then went directly to the street.

When he went back to the counter, Yang Qing muttered: "It seems that it is time to find a few security guards in the future, and everyone will have to throw it by themselves, it is too cheap." ”

"I don't care whose medical records you have in your hands, as long as you can ensure the authenticity of the medical records and have nothing to do with the Chinese medicine black, you can buy the pills from me, as for the fake medical records and the Chinese medicine black, you'd better leave by yourself, or I'll let you fly out later." After walking to the counter, Yang Qing looked at the long line and said loudly.

Hearing Yang Qing's words, some people in the long queue showed joy, these are those scalpers, or queuing up to buy pills for others, and some people's expressions became ugly, they should be the two kinds of people Yang Qing said.

The next dozens of people did not have any more problems, even if there were fake medical records, they were only mixed with more than a dozen medical records, and it did not have much impact.

After all, these people come to line up a long time in advance, and they rarely cheat, after all, if they are discovered, such a long line will be considered a vain line.

When it was the turn of more than 70 people, there was finally a person related to Chinese medicine black, this person was a middle-aged man, with a slightly black Chinese character face, which made him look very serious.

"I'm sorry, sir, you don't meet our store's selling standards, we can't sell you the pill." Duan Qianqian said apologetically.

"Little girl, why can't you sell it to me? My medical record is true, my old mother is sick in bed now, if you don't believe me, you can go with me. The middle-aged man was in a hurry.

"Sir, it's not the medical record, I can't sell it to you, it's mainly your son's problem." Duan Qianqian looked at the middle-aged man with some sympathy.

"My son, what does he have to do with me buying medicine?" The middle-aged man asked with some confusion.

"Have you read the announcement we made earlier? Relatives and friends of TCM Black, our store does not accept them, so you understand now? Seeing that Duan Qianqian was not good at speaking directly, Yang Qing said on the side.

"This, this bastard boy, I'll go back now and let him make an apology statement, or I'll cut off the father-son relationship with him." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then left angrily.

After checking the medical records before, those people were still lucky, thinking that Yang Qing had contacted those hospitals, so they could determine the authenticity of the medical records, but they didn't think that Yang Qing could know who was a Chinese medicine black.

However, after seeing this scene with their own eyes, they didn't have such an idea, it turned out that Yang Qing really had a way to know who was a Chinese medicine black.

The black faces of the Chinese medicine practitioners who were mixed in the team changed, and they all bowed their heads and walked out of the team, turning around and walking outside.

They have decided that after they go back, they will immediately issue an apology statement, although their face is important, but the lives of their loved ones are even more important.

(Thanks to the fan ~ empty classmates for the two 588 tips.) The manuscript of this chapter was lost due to a power outage, and it took more than ten minutes to finally find it again, thank goodness, so lucky! ）