The shopkeeper of the medical hall took a pen and paper, handed the pen and paper to the shopkeeper who stabbed his throat, and saw a person in the afterglow, this person was none other than the rich man who walked in with his crotch covered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The shopkeeper of the info medical hall glanced at the person covering his crotch, and then said to the shopkeeper of the tavern: "You write, what's wrong with your throat, how to fix the ground, write clearly, take a look, don't write badly." After finishing speaking, he looked at the man covering his crotch and asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?" ”

Before the rich man reached the counter, he moved to the counter, covered his crotch with his hand, grinned with his teeth, and said, "Oh, I'm grass, the doctor will help me take a look, or not." ”

The shopkeeper looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" ”

The rich man looked at him with his crotch and bared his teeth, and said, "Doctor, my eggs are broken, please help me keep it?" ”

The shopkeeper of the medical hall took a breath when he heard this, and said, "How broken are you, don't pinch him, stand up straight and relax." ”

When the rich man heard this, he slowly stopped covering it and tried to relax, but it was not easy to stand up with great strength.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall said: "You stand straight, if you don't stand upright, his meridians are blocked." ”

The rich man grinned and stood up straight, but he could not stand up at all. He said, "Doctor, I can't stand up. ”

When the shopkeeper of the medical hall saw it, he said, "Okay, you don't have to be straight." I'll have you carried out. ”

"Doctor, hurry up." The rich man clutched his crotch with one hand and the counter with the other, grinning and baring his teeth.

The shopkeeper of the infirmary called, "Someone, carry this patient to the ward." ”

The two guys who were doing chores in the medical hall walked slowly when they heard this, and one of them asked, "The shopkeeper, who is carrying?" The other looked at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall pointed out: "Cover this person, you two carry him to the ward and throw him on the bed." ”

The guy who spoke looked at the man with his crotch and said, "Okay." So saying, he went and took the rich man's arm. The other man did not speak, but walked over and hugged the rich man's calves. The rich man said, "You two light, will you lift people?" ”

"How?" The guy who didn't speak said suddenly.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall said: "Hurry up and carry it away, there are still people behind." ”

Listening to the shopkeeper's urging, the guy didn't dare to slack off, and the guy who spoke first lowered his body and said, "Come, I'll carry him in." ”

The man who spoke afterwards helped the patient, put him on his shoulder, and carried him to the ward.

The shopkeeper who stabbed his throat wrote half of the brush without ink, and he couldn't write it clearly, but he blurred the last two words. The shopkeeper of the medical hall only took paper and pen, not inkstone. He held the pen and said, "Humph! "The shopkeeper of the medical hall wants ink. The shopkeeper of the infirmary was talking to the new patient, and he couldn't separate himself.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall couldn't open his mouth, and he had no other way to stab the throat shopkeeper but wait. Fortunately, the patient just had a headache and brain fever, and the manager of the medical hall was still familiar with this disease, so he prescribed medicine for a long time and asked him to find other doctors to grab the medicine.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall prescribed medicine to the person, walked to the throat patient and asked, "How is it, is it written?" ”

Poke the throat shopkeeper "Humph! Pointing to the pen.

When the shopkeeper of the medical hall saw it, he said, "What's the matter, there is not enough ink?" He said, "You wait, I'll get you an inkstone." After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper of the medical hall turned around and went to the counter to get the inkstone, and then took the inkstone and put it on the counter.

The stabbing shopkeeper dipped his throat in ink, endured the sore throat, and wrote on the paper, writing his throat.

The stabbing shopkeeper finished writing, put down the pen, and handed the paper to the shopkeeper of the medical hall with a "hum". The shopkeeper of the medical hall took the paper, read it carefully, looked at him and said, "You have something wrong with your throat, why are you poking him with your fingers?" Then he said: "You have an internal injury and an external injury, which is not easy to treat." The shopkeeper of the medical hall thought for a while and said, "You can also go to the ward, and wait for me to think about it carefully." Your condition is quite serious. ”

The shopkeeper who stabbed his throat was scared when he heard it, "My condition is quite serious?" He looked at the shopkeeper of the hospital and walked slowly towards the ward.

The ward was empty, there were a few wooden beds, and the rich man was put down a hospital bed by the two medical hall guys, he bared his teeth and grinned, covered his crotch with his hands, and said, "Grass you fuck the ground." ”

He scolded the stabbing shopkeeper who had kicked him, but the two men listened. The guy who spoke first asked, "How do you curse?" ”

The rich man had been thinking about the stabbing shopkeeper in his heart, and hated him for kicking him suddenly, so he blurted out a curse to him. The guy asked him, and he also misunderstood, and he understood that the guy didn't let himself scold the stabbing shopkeeper, and replied, "What do I do with you?" ”

The guy who spoke first was confused and asked, "You scolded me, and didn't care about me?" ”

When the rich man heard this, he was confused, and asked, "When have I scolded you?" ”

The guy who spoke first said, "You obviously scolded me, why didn't you say you didn't scold me?" ”

Then the man who spoke said, "You scolded him, why don't you admit it?" ”

The rich man now understood that they had misheard, and then said to the man who spoke later, "It is not him who I scolded. ”

The guy who spoke then looked at the patient and asked, "Then who are you scolding?" ”

The rich man looked at them, covered his crotch with his hand, and endured the pain and said, "It's not you two who I'm scolding, it's the stabbing shopkeeper outside." ”

"Throat stabbing shopkeeper?" The two asked themselves, they didn't know the shopkeeper who stabbed the throat, and the guy who spoke first asked, "Who is the shopkeeper who stabbed the throat, and what are you scolding him for?" ”

The rich man endured the pain and said, "Will you two see a doctor?" He didn't ask about anything else, he was afraid that if he dragged on a little longer, he wouldn't be able to save it, and if these two guys would look at it, show it to him.

The guy who spoke first replied: "We won't see a doctor, you can bear with it, wait for the owner to treat you in person." Who is the throat-stabbing shopkeeper, and what are you scolding him for? ”

The rich man bared his teeth and said, "You two don't know how to see a doctor, so let's go." ”

At this time, the stabbing shopkeeper slowly lifted the cloth and walked in, leaning on the bed beside him with a "hum".

The rich man looked at the shopkeeper who stabbed his throat, and saw that he was very anxious, and his heart was inexplicably happy, and asked, "What's the matter, is your throat good?" ”

The shopkeeper of the tavern looked at the rich man, sighed, and leaned there, not even humming.

The two men looked at the patient who was lying on his back, and the rich man bared his teeth and said, "He is the shopkeeper who stabbed the throat." ”

After hearing this, the two guys looked at the patient again, and the guy who spoke first said, "He's the shopkeeper who stabbed his throat?" ”

"So you scolded him?" Then the man said something to the rich man.

The shopkeeper raised his eyes and looked at the rich man, then lowered his eyes and ignored him no more.

The rich man glanced at the man who was talking behind him, and then looked at the shopkeeper who stabbed his throat with a very satisfied expression.

The two men took a look, and when they saw that there was nothing wrong, they went out. The rich man grinned, "Tell the doctor to come in and show me." ”

The guy who spoke first turned around and said, "It's okay, wait a little longer, and the shopkeeper will come in." ”

Then he walked forward: "It's not a big deal, it's just over." ”

The two men lifted the cloth and walked out. The rich man sighed while lying on the bed and said to himself, "It's not a big deal? It's not a big deal, why does he hurt so much? As he spoke, he grinned and looked at the shopkeeper who stabbed his throat and asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you depressed?" ”