The middle-aged man talked for a while and said: "It's very annoying to queue up to see a doctor, brother, you probably won't be able to get in line today, why don't you try the doctor who helped me see a doctor last time?" ”

The old man was a little hesitant, and the middle-aged man increased his persuasion when he saw this, and then made a gesture with the hand holding the mobile phone, and a woman in her fifties walked over next to her, dressed very ordinary, and pretended to be suddenly found when she approached, and communicated with the middle-aged man excitedly.

The two said that they would let the middle-aged man lead him to the doctor last time to prescribe medicine, and the middle-aged man asked the old man on the side if he wanted to go together, this time the old man stood up without hesitation, and pulled the lady next to him to follow the middle-aged man out of the gate of the hospital and into the alley to the west.

Zhang Lan watched a few people enter a courtyard not far behind, Zhang Lan walked closer and found that the sign hanging next to him was Kyoto Zhuyou Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and there was a sign next to it, which said Kyoto Wujitang Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. There were already six or seven people standing in the courtyard waiting in line for registration, and several middle-aged men were also waiting in the back, talking to the people next to them from time to time.

Seeing that four or five people walked in one after another, lined up at the back of the line, Zhang Lan's expression sank and he looked around. Walking to the gap between the two vans parked on the side of the road not far away, he looked at the surroundings and saw that there was no surveillance, and with the thoughts in his mind, the 'Five Elements Theory', all kinds of brilliance converged, enveloping Zhang Lan's whole person, and then slowly Zhang Lan's whole person disappeared in place.

As the whole person disappeared in place, Zhang Lan walked to the entrance of the hospital, and after avoiding the queue, Zhang Lan walked to the registration office, and found that after paying the money, he only gave a medical record book, and he didn't even have a receipt for the registration fee.

After arriving on the third floor, Zhang Lan found that although there were many departments written, all of them were closed, and there was only one department on the entire third floor.

Zhang Lan walked to the door of the room, where an old man in his sixties with white hair was sitting at the table to take the pulse of the patient, and a young man with glasses stood next to him.

Zhang Lan looked at the roll-up poster erected at the door, which said that the old man's surname was Zhao, a well-known expert and professor of traditional Chinese medicine in Kyoto, and a general practitioner who had a deep understanding of various incurable diseases and had unique methods of treatment.

Zhang Lan observed at the door for a while, this doctor Zhao usually took the pulse, asked about the patient's past symptoms and condition, where he had been treated, and what medicine he had used. Then I casually said a few words and began to prescribe medicine on the table, which generally started with two courses of treatment, and the minimum was more than 3,000 yuan.

After seeing five or six patients, this Dr. Zhao prescribed about 30,000 or nearly 40,000 Chinese medicines, and some people asked if their homes were far away from here, and they wanted to take the prescriptions home, and then grab the medicine locally after drinking it.

As a result, he was rejected by the young doctor on the side, saying that some medicines would only have an effect as long as they underwent specific treatment here, and that if they went back with the prescription to catch the medicine, they might have a problem eating it.

Zhang Lan looked at it for a while and then walked to the side, and found a no-man's land where he could see the situation in the room, with the casting of the 'Tightening Spell', a yellow rotating circle appeared above the heads of the two doctors in the room, and then the faces of the two of them instantly turned a little pale, and then the white-haired Doctor Zhao who was sitting at the table shook his head and lay down next to the table, Zhang Lan immediately canceled the tightening spell against him, and he didn't expect that the body of this doctor Zhao who looked red was so weak.

Next, Zhang Lan opened the merit and spiritual eyes, and put all the doctors in the room and the middle-aged men who came over with a tight spell, as the medical trust everyone became pale one by one, and they were out of breath after a little movement, and they sat on the ground one by one and didn't want to move, and some of the patients and family members who came over left quietly, and some took their mobile phones and began to call the police. At this time, Zhang Lan had quietly left the scene, walked to the subway entrance and took the subway back to his acupuncture physiotherapy hall.

In the room of the physiotherapy hall, Zhang Lan sat on the sofa and looked at the transparent panel in front of him, he thought that he should deduct a lot of merit this time, but he didn't expect that the number on the panel not only did not drop, but increased a little.

'Reward the good and punish the evil', Zhang Lan turned such a thought in his mind, but he didn't think about it, no matter whether he descended or not, he felt happy and had a good idea when he punished this group of doctors.

got up and sat down at the computer desk he had just bought, turned on the computer's music software, and with the singing echoing in the room, Zhang Lan sat at the tea table and began to make tea leisurely.

"I'm not an angel, I'm not a saint......" When Zhang Lan was listening to the song and drinking tea, the mobile phone on the side rang, Zhang Lan reached out and picked up the phone to see that it was a call from her mother.

Zhang Lan got up and paused the song, hung up the phone, and called again. After answering the phone, he said, "Mom, what are you calling?" ”

Zhang Lan's mother said on the phone: "If you have time recently, if you have time, let's go home." ”

"Is something going on at home? I'm fine here, I can buy a ticket to take the high-speed train back today. Zhang Lan bent down to turn off the computer and began to close the electric switch in the house.

"It's okay at home, isn't your sister-in-law buying a truck to dock to Tian Qingyong's factory? This morning, the driver invited by your sister-in-law was driving on the road when he was hit by a drunk motorcycle in a nearby village, and the motorcycle rider died on the spot. Then the driver may have been frightened, he got out of the car and ran home, and then called your sister-in-law, and your sister-in-law and the driver went to the scene together, and the police were already there. Zhang Lan's mother said.

After hearing this, Zhang Lan said speechlessly: "It's not his responsibility for the driver to run, it doesn't matter if he runs, now many things can't be explained." ”

"Who said no, this driver is a young child in your sister-in-law's village, maybe he didn't have anything to do, he was so frightened that he ran home and remembered to call your sister-in-law and them, but it was too late, and the police were on the scene." Zhang Lan's mother said on the phone.

"Okay, I see. I'll book a ticket and take the high-speed train back today or tomorrow. Zhang Lan said with a sigh.

Turn off the water and electricity in the store, and then lock the door of the store, Zhang Lan called Qin Yongjun while walking, and after briefly talking about the situation with Qin Yongjun on the phone, Qin Yongjun was also very speechless and said: "What is this driver running, if he doesn't run, make a phone call to the police, at most he will lose money on insurance, and now there are lawsuits that are easy to fight, maybe he will go to jail." ”

"It's all his business, the problem is that if it is determined to escape, my sister-in-law is attached to Tian Qingyong's factory, and the matter of compensation may have to be paid by the factory and my sister-in-law. That's the trouble, so I'll have to go back and see how it works. Zhang Lan sighed and said.

(End of chapter)