ace female assistant

Chapter 82

Cen Qinghe sent Shang Shaocheng to the door of the quiet room, and wanted to watch him put the needle on before leaving, but Shang Shaocheng stood at the door and began to urge her, "Go down."

Cen Qinghe said: "Don't you need me to help you find a nurse?"

"Need not."

"Then do you want anything else? I'll buy it together."

"No."

"Then I'll go down first, call me if you have anything to do."

"Ah."

"Do you have anything in particular you want to eat?" It wasn't her rambling, it was because he was too difficult to serve, and she was afraid that he would be dissatisfied when he bought it later.

Shang Shaocheng frowned with thick sword eyebrows, and said impatiently: "Why are you like a aunt?" Is it over?
Cen Qinghe glanced at his mouth, said 'cut' in a low voice, turned around and left.

She was not afraid that she would not be able to quarrel with him, but that she would reach out and hit him in a fit of anger.

How ignorant of a good heart, he thought she was willing to run up and down here like a maid?She would rather deal with some clients she didn't know than to serve this man here, who really turned the legend of 'rich people have some eccentricities' into a living reality.

If rich people are as difficult to deal with as he is, then she would rather be a poor ghost all her life.

Cursing all the way downstairs, she had to rack her brains to think about what to buy this master after she finished cursing.

She has eaten with him a few times, and knows that he also likes spicy food. How about she order him a hot pot or spicy takeaway?
No, he should put the pot on her face.

barbecue?

It doesn't work either, no matter how much he ate and vomited because he ate barbecue, probably the last thing he wants to see right now is this thing.

Hot pot and barbecue are not good, if she orders him a few stir-fried dishes, with his personality, he probably won't open his mouth in the quiet room.

Thinking, she has come to the hospital lobby.The registration window is still crowded with people, just like the train station going home during the Spring Festival travel.

In the crowd, she inexplicably saw the ticket dealer who sold her number before, and the man was selling to others at the door.It should be that his asking price was too high, so they shook their heads and left, and the man followed them, muttering something.

When Cen Qinghe was a child, his three views were too upright, so he hated this kind of behavior that violated morals and morals.She even felt that they were breaking the law, but the country has not yet enacted a law on the punishment of ticket dealers.

She really hates that she has no power, but if she is allowed to be in power, she dares to pull these people out and shoot them for 5 minutes. If one dies, there will be no ticket dealers in the whole country.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she walked out with a droopy face.For some reason, the ticket dealer happened to see her as soon as he turned around. Seeing that there was no Shang Shaocheng beside her, the man came over with a smile, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Cen Qinghe, "Sister, why are you alone? Where's your boyfriend?"

Cen Qinghe didn't look sideways and ignored her at all.

She walked forward, and the man followed her, saying as she walked, "Why do you have a bad face? Did you quarrel with your boyfriend?"

Cen Qinghe suddenly stopped in place, she turned her head slightly, and looked at him angrily.

The man saw that Cen Qinghe was good-looking and dressed... sexy, so he wanted to take the opportunity to make a fuss, but Cen Qinghe is not a fuel-efficient lamp. It is clear at a glance that she dares to "fuck black" with ticket dealers.

Now she looked at him with an even more aggressive expression, the man hurriedly raised his hands, took a step back, and shrugged to indicate that he would not provoke her again.

After Cen Qinghe gouged him out, he walked out on high heels.

Like a station, a hospital is a distribution center for all kinds of religions, and there are all kinds of people coming and going.Cen Qinghe keenly discovered that anyone who came across from her, regardless of gender, would look at her more.The woman's eyes are full of scrutiny, while the man's naked appreciation.

She also felt that her body was a little awkward. Although she didn't show her parts that shouldn't be exposed, she was still wearing a man's loose shirt, and her two long, slender, white legs were dangling outside.

If it wasn't for Shang Shaocheng who had to go to the hospital because of illness, then the first thing she would do would be to go home and change clothes.Now that the conditions did not allow, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

There was a small supermarket at the entrance of the hospital. Cen Qinghe didn't know what to buy for Shang Shaocheng, so he simply walked in the door of the supermarket.

The supermarket sells food, flowers, and various fruits.Cen Qinghe was strolling around, when he suddenly saw colorful buckets of instant noodles on the shelves.

She thought of the few times she had been ill since she was a child, and she complained that she had no appetite, but as long as her mother brought a bowl of steaming instant noodles, no matter what the taste was, as long as she took a bite, her appetite would be immediately fully open.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my idea was perfect. Cen Qinghe excitedly went to the shelf to pick out several boxes of instant noodles in barrels, including spicy, hot and sour, and pickled peppers.

How can there be instant noodles without its partner?She went to the shelf at the back to pick out several flavors of ham sausage.

Next to the shelf where the ham sausages were placed were spicy strips and beef ribs. Cen Qinghe seemed to have picked up a treasure. He scanned the supermarket for almost 10 minutes before going out with a big bag and walking back.

Still on the original road, Cen Qinghe didn't want to see the ticket dealers, but his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the queue.

She saw an old man with white hair standing at the front of the line. She finally got there, but the hospital staff told her that today's number has been sold out.

Holding the money in his hand, the old man said anxiously: "Girl, please give me another one, I have been waiting for a long time."

The staff replied formulaically: "I'm sorry, our hospital has a limited number of numbers every day, and they are all filled up by patients and family members, so there will be no more. Why don't you go to the expert number and specialist number next door, maybe they There are more."

The old man wanted to say something more, but the staff had already closed the number sales window.

The whole team quickly spread out to the surroundings. Of course, the people who were originally at the bottom of the line can grab the last position of other teams first. The last position, this regrouping, and I don't know how long it will take.

The old man turned her head and saw that there was no one behind her, her eyes became confused and uneasy.

Seeing this, my wife who was sitting on a chair not far away came hunched over with a simple packed luggage.

The two stood together and counted, and the old man persuaded: "We can't make it after waiting for so long, let's go to another hospital."

"You say that this hospital is the only one that treats your disease well. I'll go to another team to wait in line."

While talking, suddenly saw another long line quickly dispersed, a group of people scrambling to run to the end of the other lines.

It turned out that another window was also sold out and closed.

A pair of old people don't have very good legs and feet, and they can't run as fast as the young people, but they still try to speed up their pace and move forward, looking very sad.

The ticket dealers just saw the right opportunity, so they took the initiative to sell their numbers at the end of the team, and the price they called ranged from a few hundred to a thousand.

Some people saw that they really couldn't afford it, so they just gritted their teeth and stomped their feet to buy the number from the ticket dealer.

The ticket dealer made 8000 yuan by changing hands, smiling from ear to ear.Taking out all the few numbers in his hand, he yelled to buy the ones he wanted to buy quickly, there were only a few left today.

The old man was hesitant, wanted to buy it but was told by his wife that it was expensive, and wanted to wait and wait in line.

Seeing this, the ticket dealer said frantically, "Master and Aunt, I advise you to buy it now or buy it now. I guarantee that the tickets will be sold out if the two of you don't get in line at the window."

The wavering look in the grandmother's eyes was already evident, but the old man next to her held her arm and prevented her from seeing the ticket dealers.

The ticket dealer just leaned over to the old lady, and said provocatively and threateningly: "Auntie, have you seen the people at the front of the line? These are all my friends, and now only we have numbers in our hands. You are foreigners. Right? You don’t understand the ‘rules’ of Night City. Here, outsiders can’t be ranked. If you want to buy it, you can only buy it from me.”

The old lady said, "How much is the cheapest number of yours?"

The ticket dealer laughed and said, "Five hundred."

"Just now you said four hundred."

"Auntie, just now, you also watched, this number seems to be getting less and less, if I wait another 5 minutes, wait until I close another window, do you believe that my number is worth at least [-] pieces?"

The old man said, "Seven hundred? How much does it cost us to see a doctor?"

Hearing this, the ticket dealer laughed wildly and disdainfully. He said, "Master, you really haven't seen a doctor in Night City. I won't tell you anything else. If you stay here for one more day, how much is the rent? I know it in my heart. I want you to pay a registration fee of [-] yuan now. After you read it today, whether you will be hospitalized or go home, you have an idea in your mind.

"Old man, why don't we just buy it."

The old man was obviously hesitant. In the blink of an eye, the window next door was closed, and a group of people dispersed. Someone came to buy a number from the ticket dealer.

Seven hundred!

Seeing many people around them directly pay for numbers, the two old people were shocked and helpless.

In the end, the grandmother had to take out a wad of RMB wrapped in a white handkerchief from her trouser pocket.

The ticket dealer unobtrusively winked at the cooperating performer around him, and that person immediately said, "Give me the last one, and I'll offer [-]."

Another person immediately said: "I'll give nine hundred, you give me this one."

"I'll give you a thousand dollars now..."

Seeing the price go up slowly, the ticket dealer took the 'only' piece of ordinary registration paper in his hand, and said politely: "Don't grab it, I'll keep this last one for grandpa and aunt. It’s not easy for the elderly to come from other places.”

After finishing speaking, he handed the number to the old man and said, "Auntie, I'll give you the last one for 1000 yuan."

The old man originally took out 500 yuan, but before the money was handed out, the amount was doubled.

The two old men were dressed in plain clothes, and it is estimated that the trousers of "Ze Liang" cost less than 30 yuan.

Facing the sky-high registration fee of 1000 yuan, they showed heart-wrenching hesitation and entanglement.

Several fellow ticket dealers fanned the flames from the side, and the man in the middle seemed to sell tickets to others every minute.

In the end, the old man counted out another 500 yuan helplessly. The two pieces of money were put together, and after counting several times, he was sure that it was [-] yuan.

She took the money to change the number in the ticket dealer's hand. Cen Qinghe stood not far away and watched for a long time. Seeing this, she rushed over, grabbed the number in the ticket dealer's hand, and blocked it between in front of an old man.

Seeing this, several men were all taken aback.

Until the leading ticket dealer recognized Cen Qinghe, he looked at him three-pointed and suspicious, and said with a half-smile: "Miss, what do you mean?"

Cen Qinghe was furious, holding a thin and small piece of paper in her hand, she didn't care how many people were around her, and directly scolded: "It's just a piece of paper, the hospital sells it for four yuan, you ticket dealers dare to sell it One thousand, why don’t you guys rob houses? Are you short of guns?!”

(End of this chapter)