Song Xin looked at the woman, and her eyes happened to find Song Xin. After the two looked at each other for a moment, the woman said expressionlessly: "You come for a consultation and buy a visa number first."
The more Song Xin looked at her, the more familiar she felt, but after searching in his mind countless times, he was still sure that he had never seen this person before.
"If you are not here for consultation, please leave. Next one!" The woman said angrily when she saw Song Xin didn't speak. A slightly fat man stood up and walked over holding his stomach and handed the number with both hands. "The villain drew the number eleven with the word "地"."
"Come in." The woman said calmly and brought the fat man inside.
Song Xin looked at the sign in the young woman's hand just now and saw that it had the character "地". There were several men with red eyes beside the young woman, who were staring at the lottery number in her hand. The body trembled slightly. The door of the hotel room opened wide, and the slightly fat man walked out in high spirits. He bowed and bowed repeatedly all the way, and his gratitude was beyond words.
The woman still said the same thing, "Go back and take good care of yourself as I just said, and you will be well as before in a few days."
When everyone saw that the man looked completely different before and after he entered the room, they believed in the skill of the miracle doctor in the room. Those who did not buy a ticket had even more burning eyes, and their pain and desires made them almost uncontrollable.
"Miracle doctor, my name is No. 12."
A middle-aged woman raised the number in her hand and was about to walk over. Suddenly, a man next to her pounced on her, grabbed her number and rushed to the door.
"Miracle doctor, I am number 12!"
However, when the gray-haired woman saw him snatching the lottery number, she had no intention of stopping him and simply said, "Come in."
The middle-aged woman whose lottery number was taken away finally came to her senses. She got the strength from nowhere and rushed to the door of the room. "Miracle doctor, this lottery number belongs to me. It's mine! He just took it from my hand." Let’s go!」
But the door was closed, and the man who had snatched her number could still be seen in the crack of the door, turning his head and showing a smile.
The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded.
Song Xin couldn't help but frowned when he saw this scene. At this time, the innkeeper said: "Hey, you don't have a ticket, so come and buy it again. Otherwise, the miracle doctor won't let you in!"
"But, but I have no money!" The middle-aged woman sat on the ground and cried loudly.
The shopkeeper spread his hands helplessly and said, "Then go back and get it, go borrow it."
This scene made those who did not have money to buy lottery tickets have their thoughts moved. Among those who bought lottery numbers, it was difficult to grab the lottery tickets held by men, but couldn't they still be snatched from the hands of weak women?
But they didn't move, they were just about to move, like wild beasts waiting for prey.
The young woman Song Xin helped took a look at the number in her hand, held it tightly in her hand, and held it tightly with both arms. He huddled next to his mother-in-law and leaned against her. Her mother-in-law was also afraid of being remembered, so she hugged her daughter-in-law tightly. Their fear seemed to be sensed by those guys who had no money to buy lottery tickets. There were already three or four men looking at them eagerly.
Song Xin, who had already walked to the door, noticed this scene, turned around and walked back, leaning against the door. When those men saw him leaving and returning, there was a hint of greed in their eyes. This guy is well-dressed and must be rich.
The shopkeeper looked at them with a look of fun. The bamboo tube containing the numbers was placed on the table, but no one dared to grab it. Instead, they all focused on those who paid for the lottery numbers.
With a creak, the door opened, and the guy who just snatched the lottery number came out with a glowing face. It was obvious that his abdominal pain had disappeared.
After the woman explained everything, she said, "Next one!"
A man stood up holding his stomach, but no one dared to snatch his number.
After a while, it was the turn of the young woman and her mother-in-law. "Mother-in-law, let's go in."
The individual actually rushed towards him.
The man who rushed to the young woman first slammed into the old woman's back, knocking her down. The young woman screamed, only to find that her wrist had been squeezed tightly by the man. "Give it to me!!!!" The man roared and spat out a mouthful of fishy saliva. The young woman was frightened.
The man grabbed the lottery ticket and was overjoyed to rush over for treatment. But at this moment, a stone flew from nowhere and hit the crook of his leg. He couldn't help but fall forward, and the lottery number he had just obtained flew backwards from his hands.
Seeing the lottery number in the sky, the guys who originally rushed towards Song Xin immediately turned around to grab it. The young woman had come to her senses at this time, and quickly picked up her mother-in-law who was still lying on the ground. The ticket was robbed, and her mother-in-law's illness was no longer curable. She watched several men competing for her mother-in-law's life-saving lottery, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Finally, a man grabbed the lottery number and ran over happily. When he passed by the young woman, she tightly grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"What are you doing, let me go!" The man roared ferociously and pushed arbitrarily, causing the young woman to scream and fall down. He turned around and was about to leave when someone grabbed his collar again.
"I told you to let me go!" The man turned his head angrily, only to find that it was Song Xin who had just bought the young woman's lottery number.
"This is her number, give it back to her!"
"No, if I grab it, it's mine!" When the man saw that Song Xin was not as tall as him, he felt contempt and threatened through gritted teeth.
"Okay." Song Xin suddenly made a move and slapped his left ear. The man felt a buzzing in his head, and Song Xin in his eyes suddenly became two. His body shook a few times and finally fell. Song Xin took the opportunity to grab the lottery number and walked to the young woman's side, "Take it and go in to see a doctor."
The young woman thanked her with tears in her eyes, helped her mother-in-law and walked in. The gray-haired woman watched all this happening indifferently, without saying a word.
Song Xin turned around and looked at the guys grabbing the lottery numbers. When they saw Song Xin knocking someone unconscious, they were so frightened that they stopped moving forward. Coupled with the inherent pain in their bodies, they were even more uncomfortable at this time.
The shopkeeper watched this scene with great interest, just like the audience of later generations sitting in front of the TV and computer, admiring the cruel fighting in the animal world. At this time, he saw Song Xin walking in front of him.
"Why, do you still want to buy them a lottery number?" the shopkeeper said with a smile while rubbing his hands.
"They are snatching lottery numbers, why don't you stop them?"
"Stop it? Why stop it? Whoever grabs it belongs to them."
"Oh? Is this your rule?"
The shopkeeper glared, "So what?"
"Then you can't break this rule, right?"
"Humph, of course!" the shopkeeper said proudly, hugging his arms.
Song Xin sneered, raised his hand and swept it, copying the bamboo tube containing the number in his hand.
The shopkeeper suddenly changed his expression, pointed at Song Xin and said, "You... bring it to me!"
Song Xin smiled and said, "Don't it belong to whoever grabs it?" After saying that, he grabbed a handful of lottery numbers and threw them behind him.
Seeing the numbers flying in all over the sky, those who had no money to buy the numbers were stunned. Immediately they reacted, rushed forward, and began to compete for the lottery number.
"Give it back, all of you!" The shopkeeper was shocked. He didn't expect that Song Xin would dare to steal his lottery number. As soon as he rushed out, Song Xin grabbed his arm and threw him back behind the counter.
"Whoever grabs it belongs to him. This is the rule you said. Now that I have grabbed it, it is mine." After Song Xin finished speaking word by word, he sneered again, "I didn't break your rules, did I?"
"You!!!" The shopkeeper choked at Song Xin's words.
Song Xin looked at his angry look and said jokingly: "But you can go and snatch it back, but you have to get through me first." After saying that, he jumped up to the counter of the inn and sat on it. The shopkeeper wanted to escape, but Song Xin grabbed him back, pressed him on the counter, and pinned him down with his legs.
He struggled desperately, but couldn't get free. Only then did everyone here realize that this young man was indeed very capable.
The lottery numbers on the ground were quickly divided up by everyone. Song Xin saw that the guys who were snatching the lottery numbers had them in their hands.
I bought several lottery numbers, but they were still robbing others. I already knew what they were going to do.
At this moment, an old man with a painful face walked in from the door, holding his stomach and seeking medical treatment.
A man hurriedly walked over and said, "Are you here to see a doctor? To see a doctor, you need to buy a lottery ticket, which costs 400 coins!"
When the old man heard this, he was dumbfounded, "Four hundred coins? You can kill the old man and buy a coffin for no more than four hundred coins!"
The man chuckled and said, "Then don't go to the doctor."
At this moment, the door of the consulting room opened, and the young woman and her mother-in-law came out. The mother-in-law had obviously recovered. Both of them had red faces and bright smiles, and they couldn't help but thank the people in the room.
The gray-haired woman explained a few words and then saw that everyone had a number. She was surprised. When she looked at Song Xin and the shopkeeper, she guessed what had just happened. But she didn't say much, "Next one."
"It's me, it's me! My name is No. 16!" A man walked over, handed over his number and walked into the clinic.
Song Xin looked at the young woman and her mother-in-law, who lowered their heads and walked outside. When they passed by Song Xin, he thought that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law wanted to say something grateful to him. However, they didn't even look at Song Xin and left without looking back.
The shopkeeper pressed down on Song Xin's legs, but still smiled sarcastically, "Well, what I said is right, these people will not remember your kindness. You bought her number and got her number back. Sign it, so what?"
Song Xin sighed inwardly and let go of the shopkeeper.
At this time, the old man who had just come in also knew that he needed a ticket to see a doctor, but he couldn't afford the four hundred coins.
At this time, another person came up and said, "Hey, old man, four hundred yuan is too much. Do you want the 380 yuan I have here?"
"What are you doing? Are you ruining my business?" The guy who wanted four hundred pennies got upset and yelled.
"Hmph, you have a serial number, and I have a serial number. I can sell it as much as I want. What does it have to do with you?"
Song Xin was stunned. In a short period of time, he didn't expect that these bastards would actually start a price war.
