Private beauty care doctor

Whoa!

The shutter door opened, revealing a gloomy old face from inside.

I covered my stomach with my hands, in infinite pain, staggered, lowered my head, and squeezed into the room.

"What's wrong with you?" The other party asked with concern.

"I don't know, my stomach hurts, it hurts like hell." I answered with my head down.

"Oh, then wait a minute, come in, and I'll show you."

With support, I followed the unknown doctor into the house step by step.

Enter the house and come to a small consulting room.

Light.

I can see his face clearly.

Over 50 years old, with a popular face, except for a mole on the cheek, there is nothing to attract attention.

"What's your name, doctor." I leaned on the sofa and looked up at him.

"Surname Guan..."

"Lie down and I'll check you."

I just lie on the sofa.

Doctor Guan reached out and began to touch my stomach through the clothes.

Just a few touches.

Dr. Guan raised his head and cast a pair of cold eyes, which collided with mine.

"You have appendicitis, you need an operation immediately..."

I know it well.

"Okay, can you have surgery here?"

"of course can."

Doctor Guan said calmly, "Come with me."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to help me, and walked step by step to a small operating room inside.

Don't doubt Mr. Guan's medical skills, between us, it has nothing to do with medical skills.

He knows who I am!Know who I am better than anyone.

Between us, what is currently established is only a deep hatred that comes from the bones.

That's right, he is one of the two people who invited Uncle Long to kill me.

Today, I took the initiative to walk to the door.

This Mr. Guan's first thought was to take me down...

Guan Dongfeng is not Wang Guangyuan, Yumiko, or Ruan Yingjie hiding behind the scenes.

If my analysis is correct, he has pure hatred for me personally in his heart, and also shoulders the mission entrusted by Wang Guangyuan.

Therefore, when I took the initiative to throw in front of his door.

He was moved.

He wanted to show off that he would hand me over to a new life after severely punishing me, and then use this to invite credit and reward.

It is one of the basic skills of Taoist medicine to be good at grasping people's psychological characteristics and organizing attacks through psychologically weak lines of defense.

This is what I'm going to play tonight.

Doctor Guan led me into the operating room with a wicked look in his eyes.

He decisively closed the door of the operating room.

He led me to the operating table and said, "Take off your clothes and lie down here."

I laughed.

I sat down on the operating table, and then I said to Dr. Guan: "Some time ago, you paid a small gang in Thailand to kill me. Why? Why did you do this?"

Doctor Guan turned his back to me.

He moved his body slightly, but he didn't look back, but straightened up and said, "Benefits! You opened a clinic across the street and cured three of my long-term patients. These three patients bring more than a hundred dollars to the clinic every year." Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars in funds. If you break the rules, you will die."

I smiled and said, "We doctors, since when did we have such a rule?"

Doctor Guan: "This is the unspoken rule of private clinics, do you understand? Chronic diseases should be treated slowly... slowly."

I thought of another question, so I asked, "Wang Guangyuan, what benefits did I give you?"

"Ji Baida, you're about to die. When the time comes, the clinic across the street, here, will be all mine." After saying this, Guan Dongfeng turned around slowly, holding a gun with a rather weird shape in his hand. .

Ok!

This gun is certainly not some alien weapon.It's just a tranquilizer gun.

Launched by air pressure, the bullets used are anesthesia injections.

puff!

It only takes a moment, when I realize I've been hit, and pull out the needle.

Fast, strong anesthetic liquid has flowed into my body.

I looked at the gun and I smiled.

"Guan Dongfeng, you have been fooled. Your clinic has been surrounded. The police car is parked at the intersection not far away. A large number of police officers with guns are also guarding the various exits of this clinic. There are 10 minutes, if I don't go out within 10 minutes."

I made a gesture: "Bang bang! First forcefully break the door, and then you will be held in the forehead by more than a dozen real guns."

Guan Dongfeng is sweating.

"You liar! Where are the police!" As soon as the voice fell, the old guy ran to the window.

I jumped off the operating table.

Reaching out, grabbing the old guy's wrist, and gently snapping it to one side, the anesthesia gun was in his hand.

Turning the gun, I smiled and said to Guan Dongfeng: "You are right, I lied!"

Guan Dongfeng is going crazy...

I waved for him to come closer.

"Sit down, let's have a good talk." I waved the small tranquilizer gun.

Guan Dongfeng sat down.

I said, "Where are you from? How did you come to Hong Kong to open a clinic? Is the medical skill passed down from your ancestors, or..."

Guan Dongfeng hates it.

Then he gave an answer that surprised me.

"I am American, Chinese American!"

I was stunned for a moment: "America? Isn't American Chinese medicine very popular?"

"Bah! Shit! The American market has very strict restrictions on Chinese medicine, and many Chinese medicinal materials are not allowed to be used. Also, once many physical therapy methods are used improperly, it is very easy to be complained, and then sued for illegal practice of medicine. Chinese medicine, in the United States, is not allowed. It's so messy. It's just..."

Guan Dongfeng said: "That is, massage, acupuncture, and things that don't involve medicine. It's better to talk about it now. The rest is limited to Chinatown. But..."

Guan Dongfeng gritted his teeth again: "To open a Chinese medicine store in Chinatown, in addition to facing foreigners and devils, you also have to deal with domestic bullying. Triads, Huaqing Gang, a lot...all of them are difficult to deal with. Lord."

I listened and nodded slightly.

What Guan Dongfeng said is correct, Chinese medicine is not easy to mix abroad.

But listen up, it's not good to 'mix'!Not bad to do!

Mix it up!

are two fundamentally different concepts.

Do business, do business, do work, do work...

It's all completely different.

Guan Dongfeng committed a little problem that we Chinese love to make, that is, dawdling with everything, not paying attention to, pursuing, and true inner, but using a kind of muddled thinking.

This is wrong.

Americans and foreigners have standard rational thinking, especially Germans, who are even more rational.

What we currently lack is this rational conception of normality, positiveness, and health.

Therefore, Chinese medicine is not difficult to develop in the United States.

Instead, we should choose to use a rational attitude to do it actively and healthily, so that we can develop better.

To put it bluntly, just don't mess around, but do it in a down-to-earth manner!

There is no perfect nation in the world, only by looking at its own shortcomings and making corrections can it be truly strong.

Otherwise, it will be like 08:30, the anti-Japanese TV series with dog blood and supernatural powers, it is hopeless.

At this time, I said to Dr. Guan: "The United States is not easy to mess with, so I ran to Hong Kong to mess around. Is Hong Kong easy to mess with?"

Doctor Guan: "It was much easier to get along here than in America, but since you came...it's not easy to get along again."

I laughed.

I was just about to tell Dr. Guan that his eccentric attitude was a bit inappropriate.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound of brakes outside the door.

Ten seconds later.

Rolling doors, bang bang bang!

It was smashed.

Guan Dongfeng's eyes moved, and he was about to run.

I hooked the trigger of the anesthesia gun.

puff.

The small needle pierced Mr. Guan's back mercilessly.

Guan Dongfeng stared blankly, turned his head, and made a strange expression at me, and he fell limp in an instant.

Putting him down, I dragged him to the hospital bed next to the operating room, thought about it, and stuffed this guy under the bed.

Done, I checked the anesthesia gun, loaded another needle bomb, then turned around, found a white coat, put it on in a hurry, took another mask, and put it on my face.

Dressed up.

The door was smashed with a loud bang.

I lowered my head again, and found the key in the doctor's pocket, and then walked to the door step by step, shouting loudly: "Come, come..."

I bent down, unlocked the lock, clattered, and closed the roller blind.

Outside.

The four black muzzles were aimed at my head.

Is it a police officer, a magic soldier?

Of course not.

They are all strange black and thin men that I don't know.

There were four in total, and among them, a middle-aged man with a bleeding thigh and pale face was supported.

These people are dark and thin, and their facial features are very obvious.

At first glance, it is a Vietnamese name!

Oh, it's fun.

The corner of my mouth in the mask twitched.

Then, I heard a Vietnamese buddy ask me in blunt Cantonese: "Doctor Guan, where have you been?"

I said calmly, "Dr. Guan has gone out to see a doctor. I am a mainland medical student who is doing an internship here, and I am a relative of Dr. Guan."

Several people exchanged glances.

next second.

People are dragged in.

Then, with a backhand, clatter, the roller blind was pulled down.

"What's wrong with him?" I glanced down at the guy who was bleeding from his leg, and asked the rest.

"Don't worry about it so much! Heal his injury quickly, otherwise!"

A cold gun barrel hit my head.

Well, dare to let the doctor take care of these jobs in private, no wonder.

I sneered in my heart, and briefly ordered: "Hurry up and take him to the operating room."

Several people moved in a hurry, carried the buddy who was bleeding from his leg, and entered the operating room together.

Once inside, put the person on the operating table.

My head was blocked by these grandsons with guns again.

"Doctor, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't worry so much, do it quickly, and heal him."

I glanced at these guys, and I said lightly, "You point your guns at me, I can't concentrate on my work."

The other party exchanged glances and retracted the gun.

I went up, first took the scissors, and cut open the brother's pants, and then, took a large bottle of general-purpose disinfectant, and washed it...

"Ah..." The guy on the stage screamed while covering his legs.

I wipe with a cotton ball.

Wipe clean.

On the thigh, above the knee, at a position fifteen centimeters away, a bullet hole the size of two centimeters appeared!

This is to let the bullets bang!

The warhead, embedded in the bone.If it is not taken out, it will easily cause bone marrow inflammation, and then the next step is sepsis, and then, high fever, and then heart, liver, kidney and multiple organ failure, and then...

gameover

I thought for a while, then turned my head and said to these murderers: "He's going to have an operation to remove the bullet, and besides, get ready and donate blood."

The man who could speak Chinese was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why, why donate blood?"

I said lightly, "The supply of blood bags in the clinic is insufficient, and you need to donate them. Of course, you may not necessarily use all of them. Whoever's blood type matches will be used."

Several people exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

I……

Secretly smirked.