Faced with Lucas's 180-degree U-turn, Bao Guowei smiled bitterly in his heart: "Money can make all the difference!"
"Brother, what's the matter? First register on the first floor to see a doctor. I have a nurse who will explain it to you."
His poor Chinese made Bao Guowei uncomfortable to listen to.
Bao Guowei smiled, "We're not here to treat illnesses, I'm asking you to teach me how to speak French!"
"Oh no! To learn French, you can go to school or find a French teacher. You shouldn't come to this clinic to cause trouble!"
After saying that, Lucas realized that Bao Guowei was making fun of him and wanted to push him away.
Bao Guowei took advantage of the situation and took out another hundred yuan, and Lucas was completely honest this time.
"I don't want to learn much, just ask me a few words!"
"What's the meaning?"
"Come on... let me tell you! How... do you say this?"
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"Come out!"
The jabbering French curses made people dare not approach them, and half of the street was cleared. Everyone knew that the foreign businessmen were backed by military forces, and no one passed by them dared to offend them, for fear of being contaminated with bad luck.
The two French men brought four or five burly men from the foreign tavern and surrounded the entire Grace Western Medicine Clinic.
Just as they were about to rush into the Grace Western Medical Clinic, Bao Guowei walked out.
He took a deep breath and just hoped his plan would work.
The man who had half of his hand cut off by Bao Guowei rushed forward like a wolf and a tiger.
"Snapped!"
Bao Guowei gave him a slap in the face without any politeness, and stars suddenly appeared in the man's eyes.
"Putain!"
"Qui vousêtes? (Where are you from, boy?)"
Bao Guowei couldn't understand what he said, but he went up and kicked him again.
"Putain!"
After being kicked twice in a row, the man was so furious that he didn't care much. Even if the King of Heaven came, he would still fuck him!
But Bao Guowei has been good at sports since he was a child, not to mention learning some boxing and kicking skills from Chen Hongliang. How can he be his opponent if he is just an injured foreigner?
Bao Guowei managed to make him docile in a short time, and other foreigners did not dare to come forward.
"Putain!" While fighting back, he injected magic attacks into him, so that the foreigners around him were afraid to come forward.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering where this Chinese guy came from?
The Frenchman who was with him came up and asked in French: "Who are you?!"
But before he finished speaking, Bao Guowei slapped him again, and he cursed loudly in French: "Putain! What the hell do you have to say? Do you have the right to speak here?"
"Do you know Marshal Pétain? I even had dinner with him! Where did you come from?"
"General Pétain?" The two looked at each other. He was a famous French military marshal. They wondered how this little guy could have seen him before, and were about to ask.
"Did you really meet General Pétain?"
"Putain! Do you have the right to speak here?!" Bao Guowei slapped him again, and he slapped him several times. The faces of the two foreigners were swollen by him.
"Do you know General Petain?! Do you know General Petain?!"
Bao Guowei shouted crazily, picked up a bench, and threw it forward like Don Quixote with a wooden sword rushing towards the windmill without hesitation.
"Putain!"
Everyone was frightened by Bao Guowei's momentum. What kind of big shot would it be to be able to see General Petain?
The seven or eight foreigners, who were just ordinary drinking buddies, immediately fled in all directions.
Seeing that the foreigners had run away, Bao Guowei couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and spat on the ground.
"Damn! I can't cure you yet!"
However, despite their harsh words, the foreign hooligans are fearless and domineering and oppress others. No one dares to offend them, which has developed their bad temper.
Unless the former commander-in-chief comes in person, Bao Guowei is weak and weak. If he were to go head-to-head, these drunkards might risk their lives against him.
Bao Guowei waited for a while to confirm that they had indeed left, and then walked back to Grace Western Medical Clinic.
As soon as she entered the door, Liu Liumei threw herself into Bao Guowei's arms, "You scared me to death!"
Bao Guowei waited for her to let go and smiled: "What are you afraid of? With your brother Guowei, what do you have to worry about? Those people have big muscles but no brains, so they are nothing to be afraid of."
Just now, he was indeed a little uneasy, but in front of two beauties, Liu Liumei and An Shuzhen, how could he lose face?
"Bao Guowei?"
"Um."
Bao Guowei's heart moved when he heard An Shuzhen speak.
But they saw An Shuzhen sitting half-body on the hospital bed, her injured ankle hanging on the ground, her white stockings had faded, and the place where her sprained foot had been was red and swollen.
"Are you Bao Guowei?"
Bao Guowei nodded, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that An Shuzhen actually remembered him. But before he was happy, An Shuzhen asked again: "Are you the Bao Guowei who got kicked out of the school for fighting?"
Bao Guowei suddenly had black lines all over his head.
"Damn it, I was really notorious before..."
"Ahem. Well... there's still a bit of a misunderstanding..." Bao Guowei said with a smile.
"Anyway, thank you this time. My name is An Shuzhen!"
An Shuzhen stretched out her hand, and Bao Guowei was stunned. He wanted to say that he had known her for a long time, and she was the goddess he had a crush on during his school days, but he still didn't say it.
Bao Guowei stretched out his hand to shake her hand, "Hello! Bao Guowei."
"Where do you live? How about I take you back?"
"But my foot is sprained and I can't walk." An Shuzhen gently pressed the sprained area in pain.
Bao Guowei looked at An Shuzhen's delicate ankles and was thinking about massaging her with ice cubes, but then he thought about it, isn't this a clinic? I feel a little funny.
After Dr. Lucas treated An Shuzhen's sprain, Bao Guowei saw that it was getting late. If he didn't go back, Bao's father would have to worry about him.
"Hey! Bao Guowei, where have you been?"
Bao Guowei said: "I'll find a rickshaw for you and take you home."
"No, I won't go back." An Shuzhen said angrily.
When Bao Guowei saw this, he guessed that she was having trouble with her family.
"It's not an option if you don't go home. No one will take care of you. What if those foreigners come to their senses and don't give up and start trouble with you?"
"No! I won't go back even if you beat me to death!" An Shuzhen shouted, heartbroken, and even cried loudly on the pillow.
"She must have suffered greatly at home."
Liu Liumei supported her and said softly: "Sister, why are you crying? Of course we can't control other people's affairs, but we can't belittle ourselves and hurt our own body!"
Liu Liumei's words sounded pleasant to the ears, and her crying gradually subsided.
With tears in her eyes, An Shuzhen said to Bao Guowei as if out of anger: "Bao Guowei! I won't go back until I die, I'm going to your house!"
"My home?!" Bao Guowei's brain shut down for half a second.
In the past, the school beauty goddess never looked at him directly, but now she has to go home with him on the pole. This contrast would be incredible to anyone.
"All right."
(The French word "Putain" is equivalent to the English word fuck.)
