I thought I couldn't do anything to Su Mu, but I didn't expect that Su Mu dug his own grave again, and everyone became interested again.
Bai Yang said: "You mean, if you can't cure him in one minute, you will still abide by the bet and kneel down and kowtow to us to apologize?"
Su Mu said resolutely: "That's right, I didn't intend to cheat from the beginning. It's just that you are judging a gentleman with your villain's heart."
Being verbally attacked by Su Muyan again, everyone's hatred for Su Mu deepened.
"Okay, okay!"
The bald middle-aged man was furious, "I'll let you pretend. If you can't cure it in one minute, I'll see how you pretend."
"Also, don't think about cheating. Don't think that because I'm a doctor, it's easy to deal with it. If you dare to cheat, I'll let you know how to write miserable."
Su Mu turned a deaf ear to the threat from the bald middle-aged man and continued to treat the writer.
Su Mu's last step of treatment was to keep rubbing the writer's fingers.
At this time, the writer also had some doubts about Su Mu.
"Miracle doctor, can you really heal my finger?"
"Don't worry, I can not only cure it, but also make your fingers extremely flexible."
Su Mu joked: "When the time comes, your fingers can be used not only for coding, but also for many other purposes. Maybe a rich woman will take a fancy to you and take care of you. Then you won't have to write and code."
The writer smiled bitterly and said, "I hope so! The manuscript fee for a thousand words is more than 20 yuan, and I only earn more than 200 yuan a day for writing 10,000 yuan. It is only enough to eat and pay the rent. I don't even make enough for my biological expenses. Of course I want to be taken care of by a rich woman."
Wang Yan on the side had a dark look on her face, feeling ashamed that she could understand the conversation between the two.
"One minute is up, stop pretending, kneel down and apologize."
A minute later, the bald middle-aged man said impatiently.
Su Mu also stopped what he was doing.
"His finger has healed. It's time for you to kneel down and shout that you are a quack. Remember, your voice must be loud."
"alright!"
Everyone was stunned in unison, and they actually believed it for a while, but after a while, they found that the writer's fingers did not move, and they regained their confidence.
"Who are you trying to scare? You said it was cured. Let him move and try!" said the bald middle-aged man.
At this time, the writer tried to move his fingers again and was very disappointed when he found that he still couldn't move.
"Miracle doctor, I still can't move my fingers. What's going on?"
Everyone showed disdain and sneered, preparing for Su Mu to kneel down and apologize.
At this moment, Su Mu suddenly slapped the writer on the back of his neck.
"Ouch! What are you doing? It hurts!"
While speaking, the writer put his hand on the location being photographed and kept rubbing it.
After about three seconds of rubbing, the writer realized what he was doing, and his face suddenly looked ecstatic.
"Okay? My finger is okay! Hahaha!"
The writer kept moving his fingers, his face full of indescribable joy.
The doctors who were waiting to see Su Mu's joke all looked shocked and disbelieving.
Unexpectedly, Su Mu actually cured the writer's finger, and they couldn't even find out the cause.
"Great, I can code again. I feel my fingers are so flexible. I used to be able to code two thousand words an hour, but now I can code at least four thousand."
The writer was very emotional.
Su Mu smiled and said, "Try moving your fingers as fast as you can."
The writer quickly put his middle finger and ring finger together and moved them up and down quickly.
Sure enough, the two fingers were swinging at an unusually fast speed, to the point where they could not be seen clearly and even had residual images.
"Hahaha! It's so flexible. With this skill, what else can I code in the future?"
The writer gratefully said to Su Mu: "Thank you, you are the living miracle doctor. Can I become a sworn brother with you?"
Su Mu said awkwardly: "Forget it, I'm only in my twenties and you are at least forty. It's not appropriate to be brothers."
The writer sighed: "Don't think I look like I'm in my forties. In fact, I just turned twenty-eight last month. Writing a novel is very stressful."
"I didn't see it. It seems that writing novels is also a very exciting profession." Su Mu was speechless.
Then he told me: "By the way, your cholesterol is too high. Pay attention to your diet in the future and don't eat too greasy food."
The writer was stunned for a moment and looked at his pants.
"The shorts are too high? They are not too high, and the shorts are too high. Why should we pay attention to our diet and not eat greasy food?"
Su Mu was speechless, "I mean your cholesterol is too high!"
"Oh oh oh!"
The writer chuckled and scratched his head.
In this exchange meeting, the selected patients do not need money for treatment.
The writer once again expressed his gratitude to Su Mu and left.
"Su Mu, you are so amazing. I didn't expect you to be able to cure this strange disease!"
Wang Yan held Su Mu's hand excitedly, her eyes filled with admiration and admiration for Su Mu.
After this time, Wang Yan no longer doubted Su Mu's medical skills.
These so-called famous doctors are not worth mentioning in front of Su Mu.
At this time, the doctors who had laughed at Su Mu and asked Su Mu to kneel down and apologize all looked strange.
"Little brother, I am the director of the Department of Orthopedics at Xinghai People's Hospital. I admire your medical skills very much. This is my business card. Let's have a meal together when you have time."
The bald middle-aged man who had ridiculed Su Mu the most before now put on a smile.
However, Su Mu did not pay the bill, "No problem, but before that, you, including all of you, must fulfill the bet and kneel down and say that you are quacks."
"Su Mu, don't go too far!"
Bai Yang said angrily: "Don't think that just because you have some skills, you can be arrogant. Although we are all doctors, we are not someone you can afford to offend."
The bald middle-aged man also turned against me again, "Don't be so shameless. If you piss me off, you won't end well."
Su Mu said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. You can deal with me however you want in the future, but now, you have to kneel down and say that you are quacks."
"So what if we don't kneel?"
Bai Yang raised his eyebrows angrily, "You're just a little guy. If we regret it, we regret it. What can you do to us?"
"You, on the other hand, have medical skills, so you must make a living by practicing medicine, right? You have offended so many famous medical people, and you will never want to practice medicine in Xinghai in the future."
Although Wang Yan felt sorry for Su Mu, for Su Mu's sake, she still persuaded in a low voice: "Su Mu, forget it, don't argue with them."
Su Mu didn't insist on these people kneeling down, he just wanted to make them angry.
After all, these people only mocked him and didn't do anything else excessive.
"Since you are so shameless and refuse to admit it, let's forget it." Su Mu said with a helpless expression.
Everyone was extremely angry at Su Mu's attitude.
"Your name is Su Mu, right? I can guarantee that you will never be able to practice medicine in Xinghai."
At this time, a middle-aged man and an old man walked over.
Su Mu knew both of them, one was Wang Jingming and the other was Xia Guowei's personal doctor.
"Grandpa! Uncle Bai." Wang Yan shouted immediately after seeing the two of them.
