"I'll try."

This is the emergency department, there are really a lot of patients with stomach pain, and one of them is already in pain and can't stand it, so he raised his hand and shouted Ye Lige: "Treat me, if it doesn't hurt, I'm willing to give you 500 yuan." ”

"Okay."

Ye Lige walked over, checked his pulse, frowned slightly, and looked at him: "You have acute appendicitis, this requires surgery, but I can help you relieve the pain first, the examination will still be done in a while, and then the operation will also be done, if you are willing to stop the pain, I will give you the pain." ”

"Okay, okay."

The man gritted his teeth and nodded.

Ye Lige immediately started to relieve the pain, but it was only a matter of a few minutes.

The pain on the man's face disappeared, and his eyes were full of surprise: "I really don't hurt anymore." ”

"That's right."

"But I'm just giving you a stop from the pain."

Ye Lige stretched out his hand: "Three hundred yuan, I haven't finished treating your disease." ”

"Five hundred."

"I'll give you five hundred for five hundred."

The man generously took out 500 yuan and handed it to Ye Lige, his eyes full of admiration: "You little girl is amazing, where did you learn this craft, you can actually say that it doesn't hurt if it doesn't hurt." ”

"Our course is relatively mysterious and low-key, so I just came here casually today to practice my hands."

Ye Lige took the money, and the corners of his lips raised: "That's okay, I'll go first, you pay attention to your body, by the way, the pain relief time is only three hours, you can take advantage of this time to have surgery, and you can save some anesthesia money." ”

"Okay."

"Okay."

The man was busy responding, and watched Ye Lige run towards Mo Bingyan: "Look, I've made money." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan saw everything just now.

"Let's go, there are five hundred yuan, we can make money, and we will be able to make a fortune soon."

Ye Lige walked out of the hospital with Mo Bingyan in his arms affectionately.

Inside the hospital.

Everyone looked at each other, especially the old lady, who punched his son: "Look at what you have done, is our family short of these 300 yuan?" I promised the little girl that she would cure me, and I would give her 300 yuan, and you actually made me break my promise. ”

"Mom, she's a liar."

Auntie's son still held on to it, so angry that the aunt almost didn't come up in one breath: "Liar, liar, what did she lie to you?" Now it's us who tricked her into treating me. ”

Outside the door.

Ye Lige was counting the 500 yuan, and asked Mo Bingyan with a smile: "How can you say that this 500 yuan can be multiplied several times in the shortest possible time, enough for our expenses today?" ”

"I'll take care of this."

Mo Bingyan pulled the night song and went straight to the casino.

"By gambling?"

Step into this dark, stuffy place.

Ye Lige was stunned, he never knew that Mo Bingyan still had such a side.

"By technology."

Mo Bingyan chose a mahjong table to sit down, and Ye Lige stood behind him and watched him stack cards.

Obviously mediocre.

"Self-draw."

"Self-draw."

"Tianhu."

After a circle, the people at the same table looked at Mo Bingyan with a little more hatred.

"Stop fighting."

The night song pulled the ink ice.

"Okay, my wife can't say much, then we'll go first, and we'll fight next time."

Mo Bingyan collected the money and got up.

In the next second, two strong men came around: "Brother, if you win money, you will leave, you will not be righteous." ”

"How?"

"If you don't win money here, you will leave?"

Mo Bingyan was handsome, and he had never been afraid of such a fight.

Ye Lige hid behind Mo Bingyan, and the fox faked Huwei: "I warn you not to mess around, our Bingyan's practice skills, you can't beat one against ten." ”

It's pulling hatred.

Everyone looked at each other, was this woman helping her husband or trying to kill her husband?

"What do you want me to do? If you don't get out of the way, when my husband gets angry, you'll be finished. ”

The night song is another roar.

Stop. 20

This is quite imposing, the key is that Mo Bingyan's own aura is strong enough to crush everything.

"Forget it."

"Let them go."

A certain leader spoke, and the thugs automatically got out of the way, and Mo Bingyan took Ye Lige's hand and left.

It was calm at first.

As soon as they walked out of the door, the two of them ran with their legs, extremely fast, and they didn't look back.

"Haha......"

"It's fun."

Running and laughing while leaving the song at night, it's too exciting, it feels like making a movie.

The point is that it's romantic.

The two of them depend on each other like this, and for a little money, they have to fight with the gangsters.

"Come on."

"Count and see how many we have now."

Ye Lige is a small money fan, pulling Mo Bingyan on a chair on the street and starting to count the money.

"One Hundred and Two Hundred ......"

It was only 500 yuan before.

It's only been three hours, and they now have eighteen thousand, a big turn of red tickets.

"Wow, you're awesome."

Ye Lige hugged Mo Bingyan's neck and pouted and took a big "puff" on his face.

"Huh."

Mo Bingyan used to earn hundreds of millions of dollars and was not so happy at this moment, super satisfied.

"Let's go, let's go to Macau now."

Mo Bingyan pulled Ye Lige and got up.

A woman was stunned: "Are we going to gamble on the rhythm of it?" ”

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan pinched her little face: "Grandma will definitely not give up, and will not let me start in the whole industry, I can only find another way, gambling is the fastest way to make money." ”

"Then you won't lose?"

"Are you the hidden god of gambling?"

Ye Lige's eyes were bright, he never knew that Mo Bingyan had such an awesome ability.

"I have a great memory."

Mo Bingyan pulled her to hail a taxi on the side of the road, and the two of them went straight to the airport to book a ticket to Macau.

Three hours later.

Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan got off the plane and went straight to the casino, with 12,000 remaining after buying a mobile phone and a plane ticket.

The old mansion of the Mo family.

"What?"

"They actually went to Macau?"

"They're going to gamble?"

Old Lady Mo slapped the table angrily: "This evil obstacle actually violates the ancestral teachings of the Mo family?" ”

"Grandma, it's all to blame on that woman, she must have instigated her eldest brother to do this, it's too bad."

Mo Dieyi was also angry.

The housekeeper's voice was timid: "Old lady, they go to Macau, we can't control it." ”

"Leave it alone."

"Nine out of ten bets lose."

"I waited for him to die and came back to beg me."

Old Lady Mo said that this is good, so that Mo Bingyan can come back faster, instead of continuing to wander outside with the woman.

Macau.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

"Yay!"

"Won again."

Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan had already placed a lot of chips in front of them, and there were many gamblers beside them, looking at them with envy, these two were too lucky, what to play and what to win.

"Tired?"

Mo Bing asked the night song.

"Well, tired."

Ye Lige pouted: "I want to live in a super luxury hotel, I want to take a hot bath, and I want you to give me a massage." ”

Someone's face turned red, and his heart fluttered.