Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1546: Stealing Masters in Small Days

Haojing, peninsula.

Since the rescue hospital began to accept patients, the Chinese people in Haojing have truly enjoyed the benefits of hospital rescue. The treatment does not cost money and is single. This makes the Chinese people here feel warm in their hearts and even more. It's an extra sense of belonging.

It also makes those people from abroad envious.

You know, the cost of medical treatment for these foreigners is very high.

What kind of plasters, what kind of decoctions, and acupuncture in the hands of Chinese medicine practitioners.
Each item is listed in detail on the charge sheet and is absolutely traceable.

Never kill anyone.

Just the numbers at the end, any one of them can match the monthly salary of a third-level fitter.

This also shows from the side that the monthly income is really not enough to see a doctor once.

Even so, there is still an endless stream of patients from all over the world.

If there are more people, it will naturally drive the surrounding economic development.

Not only did the Folangji people benefit from it, but the surrounding Chinese people also discovered many business opportunities.

Many people living nearby even started businesses outside the hospital's guarded perimeter. The foreigners who came to see the doctor also had to eat and spend money, which invisibly increased their income and improved their lives.

In this regard, the soldiers responsible for guarding did not disperse these people, but were responsible for maintaining order. This also made those evil forces put away the idea of ​​collecting protection fees.

These people know that people in the north have the death penalty.

Besides, these guards are not holding fire sticks, at least they are more intimidating than Qidian 38 or something like that.

What's more, there are armored vehicles parked there. Anyone who dares to cause trouble is not making trouble because he is too old to live long.

As a result, more and more people came here, and more people began to build houses and settle down in the surrounding areas, making the surrounding area more lively and prosperous.

As time went by, everyone became familiar with each other and had a lot more fun.

Among them, the biggest fun is counting the people from different countries who come every day.
Whichever country has the most people comes from it, and the people from that country have the highest status.

Of course, if you find out this information clearly, it will also be a profitable business.

Many people secretly collect information and then sell it as intelligence, which becomes an important source of income.

This can be considered a business.

Bah bah~~
The sound of a car sounded, and soon a car appeared on the road. Then the people around him immediately stretched their heads and looked at the car.

"Who is it this time? I am the banker!"

When a fruit vendor saw it, he slapped the table and took out a stack of colorful coins. Upon closer inspection, they were all Chinese currency.

This is also the choice of the surrounding vendors.

Whether it is a hospital or a military camp, this is used to purchase supplies on a daily basis.

Moreover, after many foreigners are admitted to the hospital, they will exchange their foreign currency into Chinese currency of corresponding denomination at the hospital finance office, and then pay for medical treatment, including going out to buy things.

As the fruit vendor banged the table and shouted, several people nearby soon gathered around.

I saw a few squares drawn with black pen on the table, with several names written inside.

Several people didn't wait for the car to approach, and immediately took out their money and pressed it on the table.

"I bet on Noodle Country, one piece!"

"Britain, one piece!"

"I, Windmill Country, last time I heard that someone was coming by plane, listen to me, it's correct."

One person ended up throwing only 50 cents, which caused a burst of laughter around him.

Soon, several people started taking action one after another, and soon the table was full of colorful money.

"Okay, let's buy it and leave, everyone will watch."

When the fruit boss saw the car approaching, he immediately shouted. Anyone with sharp eyes would be able to see clearly who was in the car.

After shouting, the people around me also obeyed the rules and stood aside to wait.

And there are many such temporary gambling games in the surrounding area.

Clusters are leaning together, waiting for the mystery to be solved.

When Han Xuanfeng found out about this, he still wanted to come forward to negotiate, but Folangjiren said that this was the characteristic of Haojing, and everyone here had the right to participate in gambling.

What's more, this is also personal freedom.

In this regard, Han Xuanfeng could only give up his intention to intervene.

It also allowed him to see the atmosphere here.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the car getting closer and closer, and then waited for the result.

"It's a small day to hold your mother in my mouth!"

"Gan~~"

"Shit!"

"Go to the street~~~"

Soon, a series of curses came from a distance, and the results of gambling were vaguely heard.

The next second, when the car approached, they looked at the middle-aged man wearing a kimono through the glass, and everyone immediately started to curse.

Even the dealer who was the only dealer also cursed a few words. Although his hand in collecting money was not slower than before, he was still patriotic in his heart.

In this day and age, anyone here who dares to wear these clothes on the street will be beaten to death by the uncle and aunt.

Especially those who have a blood feud with Xiaozhi, no matter who you are, if you dare to come out and embarrass yourself, be prepared to be scolded and beaten.

"Brothers, I won't get this money for free today!"

Seeing that the people around him looked like they had lost their bets, the owner of the fruit shop slapped the table and shouted loudly, "Old Diao, I will find someone to carve the surrender form into a monument when I get back, and set it up here so that people will remember it when the time comes. This little life is not a good one."

"Brother Diao is open and bright, well done. My lost grandfather is the debt of my childhood."

"Brother Diao, the glory of my childhood is gone a while ago. Remember to write it down too. This is a big deal."

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have bet a dollar, which can be regarded as a contribution."

The people around him immediately cheered after hearing it. Someone not far away heard it and followed Lao Diao's example. The whole surrounding area was even more lively.

"Maeda-kun, are these the Chinese? Indeed, they are an inferior race."

Cough
There was a sneer from the back seat of the car, followed by a cough.

The old man who spoke was wearing a gray-white kimono, his face was pale, and his expression was gloomy with a touch of anger.

Obviously, the sound coming from the car window made him very unhappy.

The driver was wearing a mask, so his true appearance could not be seen.

Hearing the shouts around him, his eyes flashed fiercely, and then he yelled in a high-pitched voice, "Shut up."

"You have to understand your situation. Don't cause us any trouble."

Hearing this high-pitched voice, there was a hint of ridicule in the eyes of the old man in kimono. The Taiga man who lost his manly capital was equivalent to losing the joy of life. But he didn't dare to say this.

He saw with his own eyes how cruel the man in front of him was.

"Hi, I understand."

Although the old man's breathing was a little short, he still answered respectfully.

"Well, remember, you must learn the treatment methods of Chinese traditional medicine this time, do you understand?"

"Understood! I will definitely master all the treatment techniques!"

The old man spoke sincerely again, his expression solemn.

Hearing this, Maeda shut up and drove forward.

However, thinking of the domestic situation in my mind, I felt a little more urgent about the operation arranged by the president.

Since the last discovery that Orika Egen was the 'one in ten thousand' 'immune body', a study was launched.

Unexpectedly, before the research was successful, the prince couldn't wait any longer. He had no choice but to rush it to the shelves.

They summoned the most famous 'acupuncture masters' in the country to treat His Royal Highness the Prince.

At first, with the efforts of a group of people and after careful study according to the paper given by Hua Xia, treatment was started accordingly.

The prince's condition was finally stabilized by injecting Orika Egen's serum through acupuncture.

But the good times did not last long. Within two days, the prince's condition deteriorated again.

This time, even if everyone tied the prince into a hedgehog, he didn't get better. Instead, he was now dying.

Obviously, this acupuncture treatment method is wrong.

In other words, these people simply don't understand the principle.

I scolded those abominable Chinese doctors in my heart, and they couldn’t write clearly when writing reports.

This has made many people anxious. If the prince disappears, it will be equivalent to the death of the heir.

For the people of Dahe, this is equivalent to the sky falling.

So, after a life-and-death struggle, someone finally came up with a reliable plan.

That is, steal the teacher.

The plan is very simple, let these masters be infected with the virus, and then send them for treatment to see if they can learn the techniques used in traditional Chinese medicine.

For this reason, a group of masters were heartbroken. Isn't this just asking them to die?
So some people objected, thinking that this idea was too risky, let alone whether they could hold on, even if they were on the hospital bed, simple feelings would be useless.

People are different. I don’t know the principle. Just knowing where to prick is different from reading a book.

But anxious people don't care about this at all. If they don't go, they will be buried with him.

That day, in the house, Maeda drew his knife and stabbed three masters in succession, and then the remaining three agreed to the plan.

So, the next step was to inoculate against the virus and negotiate with the Folangji people at the same time.

I just didn’t expect that China would have to agree to this.

As a result, after a period of journey, only one of the three people came out alive.

It's the guy in front of him named Ewondo Ryoma.

"For a moment, don't talk and pretend you don't understand Chinese. Do you understand?"

"Hi, I understand."

Jiang Yuan Daoyangma nodded vigorously, with a touch of excitement on his face, and then coughed again.

This was no show, he desperately needed to get in and get treatment.

Otherwise, I won't be able to survive for two days.

As for the later part of stealing the master, he believed that he would be able to succeed with his skills that he had practiced on the bronze man for many years.

Of course, the premise is that Chinese doctors of traditional Chinese medicine have not discovered him.

Otherwise, he understands the behavior of stealing teachers.

Even if your limbs are disabled, don't even think about picking up a needle again.

Seriously, the grass on the graves will probably grow out next year.

But there's nothing he can do. If he doesn't complete the task, his family will suffer.

Especially my granddaughter, she is so young and cute, how can I bear it.

Just when Jiang Yuandao Liangma was thinking wildly, the car stopped, and then he saw someone coming forward.

Maeda quickly got out of the car and handed a document to the guard.

At the same time, his eyes were looking at the armored vehicles on both sides.

His eyes were full of solemnity.

When did China have such a powerful tank?
It’s so big, so tall, and has a cannon. It’s really amazing.

"Who is Ewondo Ryoma?"

The person in charge of the guard asked about the situation. Maeda nodded and bowed, "This is my uncle Jiang Yuandao Ryoma. I am here this time. I hope you can save my uncle."

"I was brought up by my uncle, but I didn't expect that my uncle would be infected and in critical condition."

"Please help me a lot and cure my uncle."

After saying that, Maeda bent down and saluted ninety degrees, with a humble and respectful expression, but it was unclear what he was thinking in his heart.

The guard looked at the bowing little boy with undisguised disgust on his face.

However, with documents from superiors, the guards could only let him go.

After repeatedly reminding him of the hospital's requirements and rules, Maeda drove behind the guard to the outpatient building.

"Okay, you can just go in. There will be dedicated people inside to greet you."

The guard said something and then let people in.

"Thank you so much."

Maeda helped Gangwondo Ryoma get out of the car, and then the two of them saluted ninety degrees again.

The guard waved his hand, turned and left, still muttering in his heart, "Didn't the boss say that these little dwarfs are nothing with kind faces and dark hearts? Why are you so polite?"

After the guards left, Maeda and Ehara Michio Ryoma looked at each other and then walked inside.

"Remember, you must, learn, and remember."

"The hope of the Dahe nation depends on you!"

　Dear handsome bosses, your monthly tickets are doubled, please beg for your monthly tickets!

　　(End of this chapter)