Just as the person who led the team finished saying this, he felt his stomach hurt even more. Then he couldn't help it, so he pulled his stomach up. "Bangla," a stinking smell immediately filled the van.

The driver did not expect such a thing to happen. When he was about to talk about this section chief, several other colleagues from the Price Bureau also got up. Suddenly, the entire carriage became smelly.

"Section Chief, the Mo Zhitao said just now that we were seriously ill, is it true?" The thin man asked the leader worriedly.

"I, how do I know? I'm all shot." The leader shouted angrily. "Ah, my stomach hurts again."

The leader thought that he would be fine after he had just gotten his stomach up, but he didn't expect that his stomach would hurt again. The piercing pain made him sweat. He continued to hold his stomach and scream.

Several other people from the Price Bureau also screamed one after another, "Ah, driver, take us to the hospital quickly, go quickly, we are going to die."

Seeing that these colleagues were like this, the driver didn't care about the smell on the van, so he immediately ran towards the hospital on the accelerator.

Soon, these people arrived at the emergency room of the hospital. The doctors checked left and right, not only did they not find out what the problem was, but instead they kept having diarrhea and just said it, and they didn't have time to go to the toilet and stink their emergency room.

"Hold a few bottles of needle water first." The doctor ignored it and tried to treat it alive. He asked the nurse to hang needle water to stop diarrhea for these people.

However, after the needle and water were hung up, the diarrhea of ​​those people could not be stopped. Half an hour later, these people could no longer pull, and they were all pulled with water, and their bodies were so weak that they could no longer weak.

"Ah, we are almost out of reach, we are weak, are we going to die?" the people shouted in fear.

"I, we don't know that you have a strange disease, and the needle water we prescribed can't stop you from having diarrhea." The doctor said in embarrassment.

These doctors have used up all the tricks, but they still cannot stop the diarrhea of ​​these people in the price bureau. Their stomachs still hurt. After suffering in the past half an hour, these patients could not support them at all.

"I'm sorry, we can't do anything. You can go to the large hospital in the provincial capital for treatment." The doctor told the humanity of the price bureaus seriously.

"Ah, are we really going to die?" The leader said in a terrified manner. He thought of what Mo Zhitao said just now that if they asked Mo Zhitao for treatment, each person would have two million.

"Yes, if your illness cannot be treated within today, you will die." The doctor nodded solemnly. If the situation of these people is like this, it will definitely be done if you continue like this.

The leader asked the doctor, "Doctor, do you say we will be saved when we go to the provincial capital?"

"I dare not say this." The doctor said. "But you have so much time. If you go to the provincial capital and cannot save you, you will have to be finished. Or you can go directly to Yanjing, there are more doctors there."

Go to Yanjing. The team leader scolded in his heart. Not to mention going to Yanjing, they couldn’t find a good doctor even when they went to the provincial capital. The team leader knew that they were in trouble this time. If they didn’t ask Mo Zhitao for treatment, they would all be done.

Mo Zhitao didn't meet them just now, but they flew out and got this strange disease. They might have to go back to find Mo Zhitao.

However, if the six of them are two million each, it would cost 12 million. How could they have so much money?

At this time, another patient came in outside. When the team led the team to see, he found that it was the fat man who reported Mo Zhitao at the Yin-Yang Clinic. No, to be precise, this fat man seems to be less fat now.

"Ah, doctor, please save me quickly. I'm going to be finished. I'm going to be killed." The fat man screamed. He kept pulling his hands just now, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up now.

When the doctor saw the fat man's symptoms, he couldn't help but say strangely: "Hey, your condition is the same as those people in the price bureau. I have no choice. Please find another doctor to see it."

"Ah, the same is true for the people from the Price Bureau?" The fat man shouted in surprise. He turned his head and found that the people from the Price Bureau were also here. "Are you caught Mo Zhitao's plot?"

The fat man had just run out of the Yin-Yang Clinic and fell ill. He hurriedly asked the driver to drive him to see a doctor, but after going to the Chinese Medicine Hospital, there was no way for him, so he ran to the People's Hospital again.

The fat man thought that Mo Zhitao had secretly tampered with him.

"We don't know either, but we're going to die." The leader said with a bitter face.

"Ma, no, I'm going to find Mo Zhitao now. Two million is only two million." The fat man saw that the doctors here could not save him, so he understood. Mo Zhitao was not afraid that they would be stolen at all, and then they would give Mo Zhitao more money.

"Send me to the Yin-Yang Clinic to find Mo Zhitao." The fat man said anxiously to his opponent.

"Yes, yes, boss." The two men hurriedly pushed the fat man out again.

Other people from the Price Bureau said to the team leader: "Section Chief, what should we do? We don't have two million, are we going to die?"

"I, I don't know either." The leader now regretted his intestines.

"Hmph, I'll call my family now. If I die, they will settle the score with your family." The others said angrily.

The leader said with a bitter face: "I am also a victim."

"Hurry up and call the person who instructs you and ask them to give us 12 million to see a doctor, otherwise we will explode him and see how Mo Zhitao dealt with him." Those people said.

"Okay, I'll call now." The team leader didn't care about so many people. His life was almost out of control, so why should he care about the leader or not?

So, the leader called the leader, "Leader, we have been plotted against by Mo Zhitao. We still have a day to survive. We will limit you to 12 million treatments within two hours, otherwise we will explode you."

"Ah, 12 million." The other party was shocked. "How could I have that much money."

"I don't care anyway, you'll wait for the end in two hours." The leader hung up his phone angrily.

The leader immediately called another person. The man heard that Mo Zhitao wanted 12 million, otherwise things would be big. He said helplessly: "Okay, I'll give them money, but let them not tell them about this matter. Otherwise, I'll kill them."

"Yes, yes." said the leader.

Two hours later, the people from the Price Bureau came to the Yin-Yang Clinic and saw the fat man walking out. "Hey, boss, is your illness cured?" The leader asked the fat man.

"You mad, I spent two million, how could it be bad?" The fat man cursed at these people from the price bureau. If these people hadn't appeared, he would have spent one million more money and suffered so much in vain.

These people from the Price Bureau did not dare to say much, and they helped each other and walked inside. "Hello, we are going to find Dr. Mo, we are going to see a doctor, and we are bringing money here."

When Mo Zhitao heard that the people from the Price Bureau came, he showed ridicule in his eyes. He knew that these people were instructed by others, and he thought he could borrow the people behind the scenes, but he did not expect that those people came to treat the disease with money.

However, it is a good thing that he can earn more than 10 million yuan. This time it is good to let some people know how powerful he is.

Mo Zhitao walked out and asked the people from the Price Bureau, "Are you ready for 12.6 million?"

"What? Isn't it 12 million? Why is it more than 600,000?" asked the person from the Price Bureau in fear.

"Haha, that's the medical fee, but don't you register? One person registers 100,000 yuan, and you can't see a doctor if you don't pay it. In addition, you also have to sign a consent form, otherwise you will say that we charge randomly or that we rob your money." Mo Zhitao said.

Those people from the price bureau had no choice. They usually squeezed a lot of money from others and asked each of them to take out 100,000 yuan, they could still take it out. In the end, they gritted their teeth and paid the money.

After they paid the money, Mo Zhitao first pointed an acupoint for them, and then said to them: "You go home and take a shower first to change a set of clothes and then come to me for treatment. You are so smelly."

"But our stomachache, we will have diarrhea in a while, and it's useless to wear any clothes." The leader said with a bitter face.

"Do your stomach still hurt now?" Mo Zhitao asked.

The leader touched his stomach and then said strangely: "Hey, it's strange, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore."

"Yes, section chief, our stomach doesn't hurt anymore." shouted by other people from the Price Bureau.

"You guys go quickly and come back to see me after taking a shower. I'm just temporarily suppressing your illness. If you don't come again within three hours, you will have problems." Mo Zhitao said.

Anyway, these people have paid the money, and Mo Zhitao doesn't care whether they want to come or not.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to take a shower now." These people from the Price Bureau ran back immediately after Mo Zhitao said this.

An hour later, these people came to Mo Zhitao's clinic again.

Mo Zhitao asked them to lie on the bed. He first stabbed their acupoints with silver needles, and then let them lie there for half an hour. After half an hour, Mo Zhitao pointed the acupoints for them and their illness was cured.

"Okay, you can leave." Mo Zhitao said. "Remember, if you come to make things difficult for me next time, I will ask each of you to give me 10 million in medical fees, otherwise you will all die."

"Yes, yes, Doctor Mo, we dare not." Those people in the price bureau were crying and crying. Unless their heads were flooded, they would not dare to mess with Mo Zhitao.

No wonder the others shook their heads when they heard the Yin-Yang Clinic. It was only these fools who thought of seeking credit. Now, they were better not only to lose a lot of money, but also to suffer.

"Get out." Mo Zhitao said. The most powerful thing about their clinic is that no matter who makes things difficult for them, they will make those people "ill".
Chapter completed!