As soon as Dr. Fang posted the notice, someone came to the door. ()

Yang Bo looked up and was a little surprised, because the person walking in front was the police chief who had just separated. Behind the chief, there was someone pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on the wheelchair was an old man with gray hair.

Seeing Yang Bo looking up, the director quickly stepped forward and said in English: "How are you doing, Mr. Yang!"

Yang Bo nodded and asked in surprise: "What is this, Director?"

The director quickly said: "Mr. Yang, I heard that you have excellent medical skills. My father has been ill in bed for a long time and has not been able to be cured. I brought him here and I hope you can help take a look."

"Excellent medical skills?" Yang Bo asked.

The director explained: "Some colleagues in the bureau have just left you, and your superb medical skills have been spread throughout our bureau!"

Yang Bo suddenly realized that the man who had just left here less than two hours ago unexpectedly advertised for him!

Since he was here to treat a disease, Yang Bo didn't say anything more and pointed to the side, "Push the old man over here!"

The director quickly pushed the old man to the position next to Yang Bo and looked at Yang Bo nervously.

Yang Bo smiled and said with a smile: "Please, old man, stretch out your left wrist."

The old man couldn't understand English, so the director quickly started to communicate.

Yang Bo put the pulse pillow under the old man's wrist and stretched out his hand to take the pulse. (fastest update)

After a moment, Yang Bo withdrew his hand and looked up at the director, "The old man has a lot of problems. Which ones do you want to treat?"

The director was stunned for a moment. He looked at Yang Bo and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Yang Bo pointed at the old man and said: "The old man is old and has too many internal problems. His hands and feet are inconvenient due to stroke. He also had diabetes in his early years because of obesity. If I guessed correctly, the old man should have been a boxer before, right?"

The director stared at Yang Bo, full of surprise. Before arriving, he carefully studied Yang Bo's journey and time since entering the country. Normally, Yang Bo had no time to investigate his father's resume. How could Yang Bo guess that his father used to be

Boxer?

Seemingly seeing the director's doubts, he explained with a smile: "The old man has too many hidden wounds on his body, which is also an important reason why the old man is in a wheelchair now. If I read correctly, the old man has at least seven important hidden wounds on his body. He has been

Be bothered by the pain!"

When the director heard this, he quickly said: "Please Mr. Yang, please save my father. He is so pitiful now. He is troubled by pain every day. It is painful to live every day!"

Yang Bo nodded, "I just mentioned to you, do you want to cure all of these diseases, or do you want to cure some of them?"

The director looked at Yang Bo in surprise, not quite understanding what Yang Bo meant. (fastest update)

Yang Bo could only cough lightly and said: "The price of treating each disease is different. Your father has chronic diseases, and the price of curing these diseases is very high."

The director breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Yang, you can just cure it. My father was a very famous boxer back then and saved a lot of money. As long as he can be cured, even if he spends all his money, he will be cured."

No problem!"

Yang Bo smiled, thinking that the other party was really grand, but he still waved to Yue Junyao and said: "I'll serve you with pen and ink!"

Yue Junyao curled her lips, a little dissatisfied. Yang Bo was really good at showing off and always wanted to use her as a maid. However, Yue Junyao did not lose her temper. She still took out pens, inks, paper and inkstones and gave them to her. She also stood in front of the table to help Yang Bo lay out the paper and polish it.

ink.

Yang Bo took the brush, dipped it in ink, stood at the table with his hands behind his back, and wrote down the price list.

"Mild stroke, treatment costs half a million euros!"

"Diabetes, treatment costs 800,000 euros!"

"A hidden injury costs 100,000 euros for treatment!"

After finishing writing, Yang Bo waved to Dr. Fang. He pointed at the words on the note and said, "Translate for them!"

Doctor Fang was shocked when he looked at the price list, but he reacted quickly and turned around to translate it in French.

When the director heard the price, he was stunned.

The old man stood up suddenly. He stood tremblingly, stared at Yang Bo, and said a few words loudly.

Yang Bo couldn't understand what the other party meant. Doctor Fang stood aside, hesitating a little, not sure whether he should translate.

The director quickly grabbed his father, pushed the old man into the wheelchair, and quickly explained to Yang Bo: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, my father has lost his temper. No wonder you asked such a question, your price is really

It’s too high!”

Yang Bo smiled, pointed to the price list in Doctor Fang's hand and said: "The price is indeed very high, but you should have tried to go to many hospitals. If there was a hospital that could cure one of the diseases, you would not come here.

Me!"

"Whether you are willing to receive treatment or not, I don't insist on it. You can go back and think about it carefully. It will be the same if you come back tomorrow!"

In this moment, there were already many people in the pharmacy. It was unclear whether these people were treating illnesses or just watching the fun. After all, pharmacies with a limited number of people are really rare in Paris!

The director turned around and looked outside, then nodded to agree.

But the old man suddenly stopped him and said something loudly. He was very emotional and seemed to be strongly opposed!

The director tried to persuade his father, but the old man was extremely stubborn and shook his head.

The onlookers were talking a lot and seemed to be discussing something intensely.

Doctor Fang walked up quickly. He held several notes in his hand with numbers written on them, from two to ten. The crowd suddenly became commotion. Many people took the notes and were eager to try!

Dr. Fang tried to persuade everyone, telling everyone that the treatment was very expensive, but many people were still willing to take the note!

Seeing this situation, the director gritted his teeth and turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I believe you, please give him treatment!"

Yang Bo smiled softly, "My asking price is high, but I can guarantee a cure. You will know when the treatment is over. I believe the old man will not regret it!"

After that, Yang Bo picked up the writing brush and began to write down the prescription.

Many of Yang Bo's prescriptions are ancient and have certain therapeutic effects, but it is impossible to cure them, so he wrote down the prescriptions without fear of leaking them, because his main method of treatment is spiritual massage!

The handwriting is free and flowing, floating like floating clouds and as graceful as a swimming dragon.

A simple prescription made Yang Bo immersed in it and he was quite proud of it. After writing it, Yang Bo looked at it carefully and was very proud. He turned around and said with a smile: "I can take this prescription to the auction house later.

!”

Yang Bo said this sentence in Chinese. Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu were sitting aside chatting. Doctor Fang was busy entertaining patients, and no one paid any attention to him, which made him slightly embarrassed.

Yang Bo had no choice but to say to Yue Junyao: "Junyao, come and get the medicine!" Yue Junyao was a little reluctant, "I haven't got my salary for this month yet!"
Chapter completed!