Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Obviously, on the issue of lingchong, even with Suzuki's knowledge and experience, it is not clear what exactly this so-called "nourishment" refers to.

In this way, after rolling back and forth for a few circles, the ball returned to Zhao Sanjin's feet without accident.

After taking a look at Liu Jingtian behind Suzuki Saburo and determining that the latter also had nothing to add, Zhao Sankin sighed with a depressed face, hung his head, thanked the two people and was ready to leave the villa.

"If you have any questions, you can come to us at any time." this time, Liu Jingtian didn't stop Zhao Sanjin from leaving.

"OK."

Zhao Sankin nodded and didn't say much. At present, it should be solved or not; What should and shouldn't have happened has been experienced once anyway. It's not necessary to keep it here. Therefore, he got up and left without any hesitation.

Leaving the villa area, Zhao Sanjin directly recruited a taxi, casually said to Liu's traditional Chinese medicine, and then fell asleep.

After working hard all day and night, he didn't have the slightest Xuanjin to protect his body. His body injury hasn't healed yet. It's really worse for Zhao Sanjin. Sleeping in the past can also be regarded as relaxing his brain and body.

However, when he got off the bus, the driver showed a meaningful face and looked at Zhao Sanjin. He was stunned. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and asked, "what are you doing looking at me like this?"

"Nothing." the driver sneered twice, then pointed to Zhao Sanjin and said, "your clothes."

"Patient's clothes, what's the matter?" Zhao Sanjin was puzzled and took the words directly, but he didn't expect to be directly scolded by the driver: "nonsense, Lao Zi can't know that this is patient's clothes? I just want to see where you take out the money."

"I... Pay for it?" he became angry when he saw the driver's disagreement. Zhao Sanjin also wanted to return it directly with one punch, but after hearing the second half of the driver's words, he suddenly looked like an eggplant beaten with frost.

"Where's the money?" the driver stretched out a hand and made a gesture asking for money.

In such an atmosphere, Zhao Sanjin felt very embarrassed. His mind was running rapidly. It seemed that there was only one way to implement it.

"What clothes do you think I have?" Zhao Sanjin pulled his patient's clothes, pretended to be hanging and exploding, and looked at the driver.

"Patient clothes, what's the matter?" the driver obviously ignored Zhao Sanjin's meaning and answered honestly.

"You said yourself, are you stupid? You know it's a patient's suit and ask the old man for the fare?" Zhao Sanjin looked horizontal, as if he would slap the driver as long as he said a wrong word.

"Oh, your grandmother has a leg, and the patient doesn't have to pay for taking a taxi?" it's a pity that Zhao Sanjin's calculation is wrong. That is, the driver is also a hard bone. He doesn't eat soft and hard. Zhao Sanjin is more and more horizontal, and the driver is the same.

"I'll go." Zhao Sanjin was very speechless in his heart and deeply wiped a sweat for himself. Then he raised his head and turned his eyelids. The whole person seemed to have a sudden attack of "sheep epilepsy madness". He began to twitch. At the same time, he still roared horizontally: "mom, can't you see that Lao Zi is a mental patient?"

"Fuck me!" the driver squeezed out of his teeth with a sentence that was enough to kill his internal injury. It's hard to imagine how terrible the psychological shadow area of the driver will be.

"Sorry, you can't stop here." because Zhao Sanjin was carried into Liu's traditional Chinese medicine before, no one said anything, but because Zhao Sanjin and the driver disagreed with each other, so they didn't leave for so long, naturally someone came to urge.

"God, are you playing with me?" hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Sanjin suddenly turned his head and looked at the slender jade - legs wrapped by a pair of slightly fleshy black silk stockings. Above the small waist was the face that Zhao Sanjin was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with.

Yes, the visitor is Li Zhiling who has just left the company building.

"I've lost face and hair." Zhao Sanjin covered his head. The whole person regretted that. His intestines were blue.

Sure enough, when the driver saw someone coming, he immediately opened the door and went down. He didn't say that he directly played his acting skills to the peak. What made Zhao Sanjin wonder most was that the goods were still crying.

"Leader, you can comment. I don't know if the man in the car is an employee of your company, but he came to take a taxi in a patient's suit. When he arrived, he told me that he was a mental patient and didn't have money to pay the fare."

The driver described how rude and shameless Zhao Sanjin was just now. Finally, he didn't forget to add: "please see if this is an employee of your company. Anyway, it's a small matter whether the fare is given or not, but it's really a little fishy."

I have to say that the driver is really a good actor. At least, even if he wants a fare, he should put himself on the commanding height of morality and not give others any bones.

Of course, these have little to do with Zhao Sanjin. After all, he really doesn't dare to open the door now. If Li Zhiling knows that he doesn't hesitate to say that he is a mental patient for a taxi fee of only a few dozen yuan, Li Zhiling will look at him with what kind of eyes.

"OK."

After all, Li Zhiling is a woman. Even if she is cold and high on weekdays, her heart is still warm. In addition, the driver has changed Zhao Sanjin's state so much. It is obvious that she can't make sense if she doesn't come forward and say a few words.

Gently knocked on the window. Li Zhiling bowed and said in a delicate voice, "Sir, what's the problem? If it's just the fare, I can pay it for you."

Fare, your sister, is this a question of fare? It's a matter of face.

"Sir?"

Zhao Sanjin didn't respond for half a day. Li Zhiling was patient and continued to shout.

"It's a blessing, not a disaster, but a disaster. Alas..." Zhao Sanjin can see clearly that he can't hide from today's disaster.

Noticed that Li Zhiling held out her hand as if she was going to open the door. Zhao Sankin had no choice but to slowly raise her head.

"Yo, isn't this sister Zhiling?" Zhao Sankin pinned his face to the window and was facing Li Zhiling's eyes. His mouth opened, revealing two rows of white teeth. His eyes narrowed into a slit, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

"Zhao... Mr. Zhao?" after thoroughly seeing who the people in the car were, Li Zhiling was immediately surprised. After being surprised, she picked her eyebrows and showed an angry face. Without saying anything, she directly opened the door of the taxi, grabbed Zhao Sanjin's shoulder and forcibly pulled him out.

Reaching out and stroking the hair on both sides of her cheeks, Li Zhiling looked at Zhao Sanjin and opened her mouth. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

To tell the truth, the driver just said that the employees of Liu's traditional Chinese medicine were wearing patient clothes and pretending to be a mental patient for a little taxi fare. Li Zhiling didn't believe it in her heart.

Although Liu's traditional Chinese medicine is not a well-known large enterprise and can't select the personnel one by one, no matter how to say, there will be no employees with low quality who can say anything and do anything.

Of course, the premise of daring to make such a guarantee is that Li Zhiling never dreamed that it would be Zhao Sanjin sitting in a taxi.

Li Zhiling just looked at Zhao Sanjin and wanted to teach him a lesson, but she didn't know where to start. If she let him go, Li Zhiling felt that she had missed such an excuse to scold Zhao Sanjin for nothing.

"Leader, is this an employee of your company?"

Seeing that Zhao Sanjin and Li Zhiling were "flirting", they all chose not to speak. The driver was not a fool. Naturally, he knew there was an inside story, so he hurriedly asked.

"Employee?" Li Zhiling smiled, pointed to Zhao Sanjin with a sour face and said, "this is a shareholder of our company. I think it's too stressful to play with you on weekdays."

No way, everything for the company's image, Zhao Sankin shit, and Li Zhiling had to wipe his ass.

I think it's a little fucking. - shit.

"This is the cost of a taxi. Don't change it." Li Zhiling took a hundred yuan from her wallet and handed grandpa Mao to the driver. Before the driver spoke, she said with a slightly embarrassed face.

"He? Shareholder? I... OK, OK, it's just a misunderstanding." I have to say that the driver is still very good. He came from the place where Zhao Sanjin got on the bus, but it's only 20 yuan. Don't ask for the extra money. The driver knows that it's the sealing fee.