Private beauty care doctor

As soon as Aguja heard this, his face became gloomy and cold. In a blink of an eye, he seemed like an outsider, and pretended to be relaxed: "Cut, what can I do? I, a law-abiding citizen, an American green card holder, I, I have legal status in the United States and am legally qualified to practice medicine."

I remained calm, laughing in my heart.

Poor little Ah San, you really can't stand the fraud, and this fraud will reveal your true identity.

I smiled: "Okay, Aguja, it's time to come back from India by taking the time tunnel."

Ah San's face turned pale.

A bead of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

I smiled lightly.

Aguja's face turned pale, and he slammed the door shut, and then, with a click, it was locked.

I am indifferent.

Aguga: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

I said: "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I found a large amount of medical morphine in Mr. Francis's home. As far as I know, it is a prescription drug and only qualified doctors will prescribe it." .so……"

I stopped talking.

why?Because the excited Aguja had already taken a small black pistol, and pointed the muzzle straight at me.

Hey……

The United States is good everywhere, but it is too free.Especially for this gun, as long as you have an ID card, you can apply for a gun license, and then take this license, go to the store, hehe, except for fully automatic military weapons, all semi-automatic long and short guys, you can choose whatever you want.

Of course, the premise is that you have enough beautiful knives.

If you renege on your bills, gun store owners aren't vegetarians.

Aguja was very excited. He held the gun in both hands, with sweat on his forehead, and said to me in a subdued voice: "You bastard, you are doing this to destroy hundreds of Indian doctors in the United States. You...you can't do this." , I, I will kill you."

There are many Indian doctors practicing medicine in the United States.

Among these doctors, there are organizations like trade unions and alliances.

The amount of morphine similar to Francis' home is not a small amount, and a doctor can't prescribe it at all.Therefore, dozens of doctors were required to conspire together to meet the dosage for the family of four.

At gunpoint again.

What a familiar picture.

I laughed.

Then he said to Aguga: "My friend, I am here with sincerity. I will not cause any harm to you and your friends. Come... Let me tell you what my real purpose is."

After all, a doctor is a doctor, and he is not born to play with guns, so Aguja believed me, and he slowly put down the gun and approached.

I stretched out my little claws, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and snapped it upwards.

Aguja was shocked and wanted to snatch it.

I decisively unloaded the magazine, unloaded the bullet, and then threw the empty gun on the table.

Agga stopped.

I said, "Sit down and pour me a cup of coffee."

Aguja: "I don't drink coffee, I only have tea, black tea from Darjeeling."

I said, "It's great, just in time, let's have a drink."

Aguja made a cup for me, the authentic Darjeeling he brought from his hometown in India.

The taste is amazing.

I said, "Why are you helping Francis?"

Aguja: "Because of our nationals. His oil well is in the Indian Ocean. Many of the workers on it are Indians, and they all suffer from that strange disease. Francis is willing to pay for the treatment of those people. The premise is that we Find a way to heal him and his family first."

I said, "Tell me in detail, what kind of disease is that?"

Aguga took a sip of tea and was very emotional. He sorted out his thoughts a little bit, and then told me the whole story.

The Francis drilling platform was first jointly developed by the US imperialists and India.Later, an Englishman paid for it.Later, the British sold it to Francis.

The employees on the platform are basically Indians.

Later, somehow, a strange disease appeared on the Indians.The symptoms at the time of the onset are inexplicable severe pain all over the body, which is excruciatingly painful, and the pain starts from the peripheral nerves, that is, the fingers and toes.

As the boss, Francis is pretty good. He specially took his family to the drilling platform by helicopter, inspected it, and finally brought the so-called special medicine he bought in the United States.

The drug is injected.

Pain is reduced.However, complications came, they dared not see the sun, as long as they were exposed to even a ray of sunlight, their skin would feel pain like needle pricks.

So the platform was sealed and the personnel evacuated.

Francis went home and, shortly thereafter, also fell ill.

Finally, Francis reached an agreement with a medical chemical company in India, willing to let them collect blood samples from Indian workers and provide analysis.

In the end, the chemical company collected a strange substance in the patient's body, and then listed the molecular formula.

The answer lies in the molecular formula.

Whoever can break this molecular formula will have mastered the method to overcome the disease.

The whole process of the incident is probably like this. ,

But Aguja said that this may not be the whole answer, because there are still many suspicious things about this matter.

He wasn't sure, Francis, if he was lying.

I was thinking about it and instinctively felt that someone, is currently actively going to India!

then i...

I said to Aguga: "Do you want to save your people?"

Aguja: "Of course I do."

I said, "So, are you connected to Francis?"

Aguja: "Yes, we communicate by email three or four times a week.'

I said, "Okay, email him now and say, we need a little blood sample from him."

Aguja: "Why should I trust you?"

Me: "It's very simple, you have no choice. Large-scale collectives, contracts to prescribe prohibited drugs, such a thing, once it is revealed, do you think the Americans will let you go?"

Aguja raised his head and stared at his big eyes: "What do you want to do?"

I laughed and said, "I want to help you find out the truth and analyze what disease Francis and those poor Indian workers are suffering from! Only by finding out the root cause can their pain be relieved."

"who are you?"

"Doctor, a doctor who is proficient in ancient Chinese medicine."

Aguga smiled, and he stretched out his hand: "Aguga, a doctor who is proficient in ancient Ayurvedic healing techniques."

I grinned: "Everyone is a witch doctor."

Aguga: "To each other, to each other..."

India, Ayurveda.

The content of Ayurveda, I can say without exaggeration, is a small branch of Daozang.

real!If you haven't read Taoism's Taoism (provided you have a solid foundation in ancient culture.) You really can't feel how awesome Taoism is!

As far as I know, Beijing, Shanghai, including Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Chongqing have opened many Ayurveda clinics, treatment centers, yoga centers, and health care centers.

Business is booming!

The content is less than one-tenth of Daozang.

Its core theory of three channels and seven chakras is nothing more than a castrated version of three souls and seven souls.

Three chakras and seven chakras are just a superficial explanation of the three souls and seven souls in the human body.And the entire theory of the Three Souls and Seven Souls is vast and extensive, and it even involves several unknown worlds.

It's a pity, foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures.

The essence of the ancestors was ignored, but now these foreign theories have the upper hand.

Aguga has traveled south and north, and at first glance, he is a person who has suffered a lot and has experienced a lot.Seeing that I had reported my family background, after shaking hands with me, Aguja carefully asked again: "Are you, a Chinese medicine practitioner who graduated from a college, or..."

I said: "From medicine, to Taoism, Tao Te Ching's way, Taoist way, understand?"

Aguja was in awe: "Those are some people who have insight into the real life and the mysteries of the universe. Are you learning this kind of knowledge?"

Me: "Exactly."

Aguja gave me an odd salute.

I returned the gift, and then asked him where he had heard of Taoism.

Agujia told me that when he was still in Taiwan, he was fortunate enough to meet someone who should be an expert in Taoism.The two sides were together and had a few conversations in English, which made him feel very enlightened, and he learned a lot from it, which he had never known.

Therefore, he is very, very interested in Taoist culture and the so-called legendary Taoist medicine.

I drank two full pots of Darjeeling black tea with Aguja.

We had a great time talking.

Finally, I said to Aguja: "Since you Indians have been involved in this incident, why don't we join forces and treat the Francis family together? What do you think?"

Aguja was happy: "Very, very good! This is simply too good."

I glanced at the gun on the table and said, "This..."

Aguga laughed loudly, got up hastily, and put away the gun.

Things went much smoother after that.Aguja sent an email to Francis. In the letter, he said that he had found a very effective method, but at present, he needed Francis to provide some of his own blood samples.At the same time, he explained that the blood sample was collected by a needle, and then it was filled with ice cubes in the refrigerator, packed in a fresh-keeping bag, and placed in the cat cave.

The letter was in the pet shop, and not long after it was sent via the computer, Francis replied.

He asked Aguja to come to his door in half an hour to take a blood sample.

You're done, Aguga and I leave the pet shop right away.

Agujia took his little Ha, and I followed behind, and we set off on foot together.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, I came to the front of Francis' house.In front of him, a row of cars suddenly appeared!

Black bread, big off-road, BMW!

At this time, there were still more than 120 meters away from Francis' home.

They were so far away that they couldn't see clearly who was coming. What's more, they were all in the car and no one got out of the car.

My heart moved, and I said to Agujia: "Go, come to my house first!"

Lead the people, lead the dog, and enter the yard of my house.

Facing each other, Hank and Lucy, the pair of brats, looked up and saw Xiaoha on my rope.

Hey, where's Luluda?

Logically speaking, Lu Luda should follow these two little kids, what about the others?

I paused, then asked Hank, "Where's the black kid?"

Hank looked disdainful: "In the house, there are guests at home, Japanese."

My heart skipped a beat!

The Japanese are also here, this is his uncle's place, but the rhythm is about to come.