Wang Dachun went to see a doctor in the morning until evening. In the meantime, he ate a steamed bun and drank a bottle of mineral water.
He is simply a model worker. If every doctor in the world was as dedicated as him, it would be good news for all patients.
Li Ruoxi's live broadcast is still going on. This is the first time she has broadcast live for such a long time.
For no reason other than to sell more goods, she worked hard enough.
One day passed, Li Ruoxi's backend orders already exceeded 30,000, and Mei Ji also had more than 10,000 orders.
The two beautiful anchors did not expect it to be so scary when they brought goods live for the first time.
In the afternoon, Mei Ji turned off the live broadcast, and she, Li Junlan, and Chu Bingyan were busy negotiating with the express company, hoping that they would move the express company directly to Ji Meiren Biopharmaceutical Company and package and ship directly there.
While it’s exciting to receive tens of thousands of orders at once, it’s also stressful.
These are all retail investors, and they have to be packaged and mailed one by one, and there will be various after-sales services in the future. Thinking about it is a headache.
Under the negotiations of Li Junlan and others, several express delivery companies have already reached an agreement.
Ji Meiren Biopharmaceuticals vacated its warehouse overnight to serve as a packaging and shipping workshop for them.
Time waits for no one, and the express company's equipment was installed overnight, promising to start packaging and shipping early the next morning.
Li Junlan and others were very busy over there, and a special patient also came to Wang Dachun.
This is a thin old man, about sixty years old, only 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin, sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, triangular eyes, a garlicky nose and big buck teeth.
This man was extremely ugly, more like a ghost than a human being.
This old man is none other than the Ghost Hand Poison King.
"Hey old man, where are you from and how did you jump in line?"
"That's right, you are not from Willow Town at all, how did you get in."
"Tch, you're so old and you still jump in line, are you ashamed?"
The villagers in Willow Town were suddenly unwilling and accused the Ghost Hand Poison King.
After all, everyone has been queuing for a whole day, and now it is finally their turn. Who can bear it when Cheng Yaojin suddenly appears in the middle of the road!
The Ghost Hand Poison King rolled his eyes, "Humph, I have never known how to write the word "queue" for most of my life. Do you care? You are a bunch of rubes!"
"you……"
"Why are you like this!"
Wang Dachun waved his hand, signaling everyone to be calm. He could feel that this person was probably coming with bad intentions.
Because this person exuded a vague murderous intention. Although it was very faint and might not be noticed by ordinary people, he could sense it.
Wang Dachun searched his mind and determined that this was the first time he met the old man. Why was he so hostile to him?
This made him wary.
"Old gentleman, may I ask what makes you uncomfortable?" Wang Dachun looked at the ugly old man in front of him, tapped his fingers on the table, and asked calmly.
The Ghost Hand Poison King twisted his neck and said angrily: "I don't feel comfortable anywhere!"
"oh?"
Wang Dachun's tapping fingers paused slightly, and then he said with a faint smile: "I can't cure your disease, please go back, don't delay me from treating other people!"
Usually the person who said this was clearly looking for trouble. While Wang Dachun was secretly on guard, he wanted to see how this old guy would make a move.
The Ghost Hand Poison King wrinkled his nose, "Humph, aren't you known as a miracle doctor and can cure diseases at a glance? Why can't you see my illness?"
Wang Dachun smiled lightly and said: "Of course I can see your illness."
The Ghost Hand Poison King picked his nose with his little finger, "Oh? Then tell me what disease I have?"
"Neuropathy."
Wang Dachun was not polite. Since he knew that this person was an enemy rather than a friend, there was no need to waste time with him.
boom!
The Ghost Hand Poison King smashed the table into pieces with one palm. He stood up and smiled coldly, "You are arrogant, don't think that you can imitate other people's free clinics after learning some superficial medical skills. Today I, the Ghost Hand Poison King, will compete with you. Let’s take a look at the medical skills and see who is better.”
Wang Dachun smiled coldly, "Really, your name is Ghost Hand Poison King? I admit that I have learned a little bit, but I'm afraid you haven't even learned a bit!"
"you……"
Zhong Jiaguo took a step forward and snorted coldly behind his hands, "Humph, you want to compete with my master, but you are not qualified yet, so you should pass me first!"
Sun Wuji also smiled and said: "Yes, if you want to compete with my master, you must first defeat my junior brother. After defeating my junior brother, you must pass my level."
The Ghost Hand Poison King looked at the two white-haired old men in front of him, what the hell?
These two old guys are actually the apprentices of that young boy?
Jie Nima is too crazy!
Could it be that this young man is the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old demon?
Wang Dachun smiled and nodded, "Yes, if you want to compete with me, you must first pass the level of my apprentice."
The Ghost Hand Poison King laughed ferociously, "Jie Jie Jie Jie, okay, my Ghost Hand Poison King's nickname is Ghost Hand, which means I have fast hands. Let's compete in flying needles to see who can pierce the needle faster and more accurately!"
The instructions given to the Ghost Hand Poison King were to hit Wang Dachun in the face so hard that he would be ruined.
"It's a joke, if you want to play, I can play with you! Junior, tell me how you want to compete. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"
Zhong Jiaguo thought to himself, "I can't compare to Wang Dachun. How can I compare to you, you ugly guy?"
Being called a junior by Zhong Jiaguo, the Ghost Hand Poison King suddenly lost his temper.
He was depressed in his heart. He originally wanted to rely on his old skills to suppress Wang Dachun in front of him, but he didn't expect that he could just pretend to be an apprentice, and he was old enough to be his father?
How can you play this!
You don't play according to the routine!
The Ghost Hand Poison King snorted coldly, "Humph, old man, seeing that you are also a martial arts practitioner, let's each have ten silver needles, ten meters apart, to see who can shoot the silver needle into the other's body."
Zhong Jiaguo laughed loudly, "Is it that simple?"
The Ghost Hand Poison King snorted, "Is this simple? You will know later. If I insert a silver needle into your fatal point, it is not impossible to die!"
"Okay, I'll play with you!" Zhong Jiaguo's expression became serious. The Ghost Hand Poison King was right. Don't underestimate the small silver needle, it will be fatal if it is inserted into the fatal point.
It is not easy to shoot someone from the air with a silver needle, because the weight of the silver needle is all on the part of the hand. Unlike a flying knife, the weight is on the tip of the knife, and the direction is easier to control.
The two people stood ten meters apart, and the atmosphere became a little solemn.
Li Ruoxi’s live broadcast room exploded again:
"Damn it! This feels like filming a movie. Why is this person who is treating the doctor so well getting into a fight?"
"That's right, Fairy Xi, your live broadcast was so exciting. Brothers, let's go to the big villa!"
"Do you think this plot is a bit like a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City?"
"Haha, they seem similar, but these two are a bit too ugly. One is an ugly guy, and the other is an old man. They are not at the same level as Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue!"
…
