The pharmacy has no business for half a month, there are many people passing by, and there are few people stepping in.

But this did not affect Mo Chuchen's mood, he took Wei Xiao to the nearby park for a walk, took a walk, and looked at the scenery when he was free.

For half a month, Wei Xiao became obsessed with a strange sport called square dancing, and often danced vigorously in the park with a bunch of old people, but fortunately, the park was not a residential area, and it was not disturbing.

"We're going to play against the South District team today, so I'm not coming back for dinner!."

Wei Xiao, who was wearing a black and red "team uniform", was about to go out early in the morning with a bunch of silk flowers, and when she walked to the store and saw Mo Chuchen sitting on the cash register watching TV, she shouted and went out in a hurry.

Mo Chuchen's gaze shifted from the stock market chart on the computer, and he yawned a little puzzled.

This host is not young, and when he is serious about doing things, he always feels tired easily.

"Is there a magical magic in square dancing, I remember when I first met her, she was still a very traditional and gentle old man." x

Mo Chuchen muttered in surprise, in fact, after participating in the square dance, Wei Xiao became more and more cheerful, but his temper and voice gradually moved closer to the square dance aunt.

Less than ten minutes after Wei Xiao left, a familiar young man walked into the small pharmacy with a gray-haired old man in his arms.

Mo Xinian, who was not present with a goddess, looked at it as a human, handsome and handsome.

Because of his young age, he still has a rare simple temperament.

"Boss borrow a chair."

Mo Xinian carefully helped the old man to the sofa in the store.

He originally wanted to ask the clerk to help him, but when he looked up, the clerk was an old man, so he swallowed all the words in his stomach.

Picking up an old man with bruises on the road is already in a hurry, so he shouldn't make any more trouble!

In Moxinian's worldview, the elderly are very fragile.

"What's going on, dude"

The old man with a gray beard seemed to be in a little pain, Mo Chuchen approached curiously, and only then did he find that this old man was not very lucky, and there were many bad lucks.

Mainly, this person has done a lot of small bad things, and when he gets old, there are more small bad lucks.

"I don't know who opened a small hole in the manhole cover, I almost fell into it, but fortunately someone pulled it, but my leg was hung up."

The gray-bearded old man inhaled in a headache, and didn't forget to pat the young man next to him:

"It's this kid who grabbed me and brought me over to rest, his name is Mo Xinian, I heard that he is a student at another university, and he is waiting for his friends to come out for dinner today."

Mo Chuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't know what this old man was trying to do by investigating people so clearly.

"I'll call the hospital."

Mo Xinian took out his mobile phone and was about to dial the number.

"Don't, it's so hard to go to the hospital, you can give me a few hundred yuan casually, just let this old brother take a look, you help me pay first, and I'll pay you back another day!."

As soon as the old man heard Mo Xinian's words, his voice somehow became high-pitched. x

"What"

Mo Xinian looked at it in bewilderment.

The old man faced the simple eyes, his neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and he stumbled for a long time before stumbling and explaining: "That, how bad it is to go to the hospital, there are people with any diseases over there, in case you are infected and become sick, then don't you pick sesame seeds and lose watermelon!" Just lend me a few hundred dollars. ”

Mo Xinian didn't speak, but just turned around a few times in confusion between Mo Chuchen and the old man.

He just felt like he had jumped into some strange scam.

"My treatment fee is not low, at least 1,000."

Mo Chuchen didn't know what the little rabbit cub in front of him was thinking, and his old god was on the ground and the lion opened his mouth.

Hearing Mo Chuchen's words, Mo Xinian didn't react, and the old man was so shocked that he almost jumped up:

"I said, man, you're too dark! The most expensive ordinary ointment is one or two hundred, and you can collect a thousand at once, it's too dark! ”

"That's right, uncle, your price is a bit dark."

Although Mo Xinian is the future heir of the XX Group, and he often spends money lavishly, he still has the most basic common sense of life.

"Isn't it good to charge normally, brother?"

"You can be a good person."

Both of them looked at Mo Chuchen with complicated eyes, the old man who cheated money thought that this small shop should be very cheap, and when the time came, he would cheat hundreds of yuan from others, and then run away in style, so that the young man would lose both his money and money.

He thought that his operation was very unconscionable, but he didn't expect that the shabby pharmacy he thought was even more open than himself.

And Mo Xinian was even more puzzled, he thought that this clerk was partnering with the old man to trick him, but this time, he had met the legendary black shop.

"That's how I charge, I don't like to watch."

Mo Chuchen spread his hands, looking like he was going to catch people: "A thousand yuan will definitely not be lost, and it is impossible to reduce the price."

"Forget it, forget it, young man, you lend me a few hundred yuan, and I'll go to another pharmacy."

It was impossible for the old man to go to the hospital, so he would not be able to spend a few dollars.

"No, I'll just see, what is he selling, a thousand yuan!."

Mo Xinian didn't give up, he took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and put it on the counter: "Heal!" ”

When Mo Xinian did that, he naturally did not voluntarily be the wronged leader.

He wanted to teach the black shop a lesson, after the black shop made a move, no matter how much the medicine was calculated, it would definitely not be enough for a thousand, and he would complain again, and this small shop would have to be rectified if it didn't go bankrupt.

"A thousand, just right."

Mo Chuchen counted carefully, put the thousand yuan in his pocket with satisfaction, turned around and began to prepare the things and medicine to clean the wound.

The scene of the black-hearted brother collecting money made the old man who cheated money look at his eyelids and felt distressed, it was all money!.

However, the money has already entered other people's pockets, and the old man who wants to cheat the money is directly dumbfounded.

He watched the black-hearted old brother pretend to knock on his knees, pinch his calves, and after a simple disinfection and cleaning, he found a small porcelain bottle that looked very old, opened the lid and poured it on his leg.

After the water in the bottle was poured into the wound, there seemed to be a layer of light smoke wafting up, and the old man who cheated the money was shocked to find that the wound on his foot actually began to itch, like a swarm of ants crawling and biting on his legs, the sourness was unimaginable.

"Brother, what the hell are you pouring for me, it's very itchy!." The old man asked in a panic.

"Healing." Mo Chuchen replied leisurely: "It's over" After that, he patted the old man's shoulder.

Mo Xinian secretly raised his forehead, but he didn't expect this to be such a black shop!

Even if you cheat money, you can pretend to be a little bit like this, what kind of trouble is this perfunctory.

"Ahem, that, uncle, it's not that I'm stingy, this thousand yuan is indeed not a big deal, but you are so sorry for this thousand yuan if you are so perfunctory."

"He's already healed, what else is there to cure."

Mo Chuchen asked rhetorically.

Mo Xinian looked back at the legs of the old man who cheated money, he originally wanted to say a few words, but this time, his eyes almost popped out.

The old man's wound was gone, and it was gone.

"I'll go! What's going on with this black technology?"

Mo Xinian was stunned, he had observed the wound when he helped the old man in, it was not big but it was not easy to heal.

And now the wound was gone, as if it had never been there.

In this case, it is either haunted or a master!

Thinking like this, Mo Xinian was shocked into a cold sweat.