Don’t hit people in the face, pick up people’s shortcomings, and don’t expose their shortcomings. Even if it is an unavoidable question, you should be tactful and subtle, and try your best to make the other party not feel unhappy. However, Wang Busheng raised it so unscrupulously, and after so many In the presence of people, Wang Budie's method is not advisable. This is undoubtedly re-opening other people's scars and displaying them in front of everyone without any reservation. A small earthworm is struggling with no strength. This scene is quite spicy. , and also left the person involved speechless and ashamed. Men can't say no, and they don't allow others to say no. This is the bottom line.
The onlookers around him also looked uncontrollably towards the old man's lower body. There was something wrong with their eyes. Although many of these people had the same hidden diseases as the old man, it didn't stop them from laughing at each other. At least they looked good.
"I'm so old, I still go to men's department even when I'm very old."
"That's right, even if you are optimistic about it, what can you do? You are too old and your physical strength is not enough."
"Huh, old cows eat tender grass, what do other young, strong, handsome cows eat?"
There is only so much grass, and there are too many cows eating grass, so naturally they have nothing to eat. How can they not feel resentful? Animals may do any crazy thing to fight for the right to mate. If killing is not illegal, If nothing unexpected happens, you can go to the old man's house for a meal in the afternoon.
Everyone's eyes were extremely aggressive, as if they had taken off the old man's pants. The old man's face was ugly, and he had the urge to go berserk and beat him to death.
Wang Bushui finally heard the whispers and jeers around him. He also realized the trouble his words caused to the old man. It is a man to admit a mistake. "I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to say that to you." Those who are sick, it is normal for someone like you to have that kind of disease at your age. Don’t be sad. I know the miracle doctor who has the elixir of death. He has superb medical skills and is known as the one who can revive the middle-aged and elderly people. You must have confidence."
Wang Bushit's kind words of comfort, but they were invisibly echoed in the old man's weathered heart again and again.
The old man's fair face has turned dark, and his specially trimmed beard has a tendency to raise its head. Seeing that the king is still alive, he still wants to talk. The old man finally got angry, "Shut up, who are you? I know you well." .
The answer is naturally no. Everyone met by chance and said they were related to each other. They were just fellow patients.
"Ah, haha, it's strange once and familiar again. We'll get to know each other next time,"
The old man was a well-educated person, but he was also made furious by this shameless man, ""It's strange the second time, and the third time I'll beat you to the ground."" Rolling up his sleeves, the old man looked like he was taking advantage.
But soon two people came over not far from the old man, grabbed the old man in a hurry, and advised him, "Master, don't be angry, we are here to see a doctor."
"You still said that?" The old man glared at this person.
"Yes, sir, the miracle doctor will be out soon. You need to calm down first."
Another person brought a chair from nowhere and helped the old man sit down.
Seeing these two people, they are strong and strong, with straight backs and slightly bulging temples. They look like the kind of people mentioned in martial arts novels who are highly skilled in martial arts and cannot be offended. To be able to use such a person as a servant, the identity of an old man It is conceivable that he is either rich or noble, and he is also an extremely wealthy person. Wang Busheng shut up immediately. He seemed to have mentioned the iron plate unintentionally, and he should not offend others if he offended him.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm serious."
"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you."
"Uh, okay" Wang Bushi shut up knowing the current affairs,
Bored, Wang Bushit turned his attention to the people behind him.
Wang Bushi's extremely aggressive gaze made the people behind him shudder.
Someone hurriedly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to see the men's department, I'm here to treat athlete's foot."
"Yes, yes, I'm here to treat athlete's foot too."
"Me too"
"I heard that the medicine god can cure athlete's foot like no other in the world, so I came here today to give it a try." More than a dozen people nodded in agreement one after another.
"Um, could it be that winter is the peak season for athlete's foot, and all patients with athlete's foot in Songjiang Prefecture relapse at the same time?" Wang Bushi didn't understand.
Until I saw a child of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in brocade clothes, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, with his hair standing up, and a jade hairpin passing through the middle. He looked like a wealthy person. The child noticed Wang Busidian's gaze, and did not hide his purpose of coming as shyly as others. Instead, he held his head high and raved, "I heard that the miracle doctor's medicine is quite good, so I came here to try it. My family has more than 20 people." This young master is having a hard time dealing with this beautiful maid."
One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and one sentence aroused everyone's hatred. Soon everyone's eyes were focused on the young man. There is jealousy, resentment, and unwillingness. How many people lament why they are not him.
There were more than 20 people, and Wang Busheng, who was blessed with skills as a time traveler, did not dare to say such big words. He gave a thumbs up and gave the child a thumbs up, "Young master is mighty, my brother admires me."
The arrogant face was raised, full of arrogance, "Bonus, no reward, I'm just a little better than all the men in the Ming Empire."
Suddenly Wang BuSi didn't want to talk to him anymore, but the young man didn't think so. He finally found someone to chat with, and he was so good at complimenting people. How could the young man let him go? He took a few steps forward, came to Wang BuSheng, and stood in front of him. After Wang Bu died.
"Hey, why did you jump in the queue? Your mother didn't teach you whether you have the qualities or not." Before he finished speaking, the extras held back what he said, because a one thousand tael silver note had already arrived in front of him, and the extras were very happy. He said, "Sir, please go first. I don't think I'm in a hurry because of my athlete's foot."
It’s great to have money. Wang Bushu also wanted to take out a ticket and stick it in front of the old man. However, judging from the old man’s style and temperament, it is estimated that it is less than 10,000 taels, and the possibility of success is very small. Ten thousand taels can cure constipation. , Wang Bu Die is not that heroic.
"Brother, I came all the way from another place. You said the miracle doctor's medicine is really that effective." After all, I came here because of its reputation. You also have to look at the efficacy when you read the advertisements. The rich man also has doubts. After all, those charlatans who swindle are quite famous. As for the efficacy, it can only be haha.
When talking about the miracle doctor Yao BuShu, Wang BuShi feels that he has the most say. Firstly, he has seen the medical skills of Yao BuShui, and secondly, Jing Hao, the only direct disciple of Yao BuShu, is his family doctor. Let’s not worry about Jing Hao’s death. The problem of medical ethics is that money does not cure diseases. To be honest, Jing's medical skills are still very good. If the apprentice is like this, the master will naturally go to a higher level. Although he does not like Wang Busheng who is richer than himself, he does not recommend it. Free advertising for the miracle doctor in front of strange patients. If the medicine miracle doctor has a conscience, he should really give Wang Busi a large amount of advertising fees, and let him be his image spokesperson, with an annual salary.
"Brother, let me tell you, this medicine god is a living god today. One time she went for a pedicure. Well, you know, seeing a doctor every day is very hard, and the doctor also needs to relax after get off work, and she was catching up with a pedicure person. The girl suffered a massive haemorrhage during childbirth, which would have resulted in one death and two lives. The miracle doctor took action decisively, and with just a few injections, the mother and daughter were treated and the crisis was saved."
"This is real"?
"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be false?"
"A miracle doctor is a miracle doctor, and he really deserves his reputation." The rich man couldn't help but admire, and felt even more wise for coming all the way this time.
"That's not all. There once was a centenarian who was terminally ill and dying. However, the old man still had something to worry about. He just wanted to be a man again. The children were still filial. How could they not help complete the old man's last words? They found it. The miracle doctor gave them some medicine. The old man took the medicine. What do you think happened?"
"What's wrong"
"What's wrong"
Soon, many people were attracted by Wang Busheng's words, and they all turned their heads and asked eagerly.
Wang Busheng did not deliberately show off, and continued, "The old man worked hard all night with the dead trees blooming, and the old trees blossomed. The old man went there the next day, with endless satisfaction and an extremely peaceful expression. I heard that the girl who was serving him was ten months old. Later, a big fat boy was born, weighing twenty-eight pounds and eighty-eight dollars, and the family was extremely happy."
Wang Busheng's words were flying with saliva, and everyone's hearts were surging when they heard it.
"The miracle doctor is the true god"
"Bian Que and Hua Tuo were nothing more than this when they were alive."
"Who says women are inferior to men? Miracle doctors are like dragons and phoenixes in the world." Well, okay, this person is probably a defender of women's rights.
The old man in front remained indifferent, but after listening to Wang Busheng's words, his eyelids raised slightly and his lips moved a few times. But he didn't speak.
"Nah, you all believe this," Wang Bushu cursed secretly in his heart, worried about the IQ of the ancients.
The happiest person was undoubtedly the rich man, whose face was full of excitement, "It's a worthwhile trip, haha, it's a worthwhile trip."
With a creak, the door of the miracle doctor's hospital was pushed open, and an old woman in her forties walked out of the hospital. Because Jinghao lost a bet and became Wang Bushi's family doctor, the miracle doctor had to find a doctor. The person who is serving him should be this one. Unfortunately, this old woman's appearance is much worse than Jinghao's. Fortunately, this is a medical clinic and not a restaurant. Otherwise, only yellow shops are allowed.
"Please come in first," the old woman shouted,
The first one who was called felt as if he had won the lottery. He followed the old woman in and walked in happily. He returned home satisfied after a while, with the joy of recovering from a long illness on his face.
Don't be sick. Sickness will make a wealthy family poor, while those without money can only resist and live one day at a time, such as countless people in the Ming Empire.
The miracle doctor was very efficient. Five or six people came in and out in a short time. Judging from their faces, they all received satisfactory treatment.
Finally it was the old man's turn. The old man stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode forward.
I don’t know what kind of convulsion Wang Bushit had, or whether it was the sequelae of being hit on the head by Li Zheng’s iron pot. Wang Bushit suddenly shouted, “Uncle, don’t worry, the miracle doctor will definitely help you regain your manhood.”
"Thump!" The old man almost fell down. These words sounded like a double insult, saying that he was not good, and that he had an unclear relationship with Yaobushi.
The old man did not dare to look back, and hurriedly took two steps, letting his back quickly disappear from Wang Busui's sight.
As the few people just returned with full loads, the rich young master and others behind Wang Busheng also brought countless hopes. It is the dream of many people to be cured of old illnesses. I wish there would be no pain, disease, disaster, death and separation in the world. Well, okay, people can't just think selfishly about themselves. How can doctors make a fortune without patients?
After waiting for a long time, the old man didn't come out. Wang Busui was a little anxious, and the swelling feeling in his belly became more and more obvious, accompanied by itching somewhere. Wang Busui had already twisted countless times while everyone was not paying attention. Butt, but the effect is not good, it is still more itchy.
Several people behind him were also a little anxious, pacing in place, muttering, "Why is it so slow? Is that old man dying? There is no hope."
"Look at the old man's face, he doesn't look like a short-lived person."
"What do you know? The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch. Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? Diseases come like a mountain and even the miracle doctor can't save you."
The old man entered the yard and followed closely behind the old woman. After a while, he arrived in front of Yaobushi's door.
"Miss, the patient is here," the old woman shouted outside the house. In ancient times, women who were not married would be called miss. This has nothing to do with age. Just like the staff in some places now, even if they are not relatives of the emperor, they will be called miss. Princess.
"come in".
The two servants brought by the old man were waiting outside, and the old man entered the house.
The miracle doctor is still the same as before, with a dignified body and a smile on his face. Although he is tired from sitting for a long time due to his age, he still gives the patient kindness and confidence.
When the old man entered the room, Yaobushi's eyes lit up, and then he slowly said, "How is my father-in-law doing well after all these years?"
