The ink flowed freely, and on the left was written: "Do not cure the illnesses of the living."
The right side of the inscription reads: "Specially treats those with a connection to ghosts."
The characters were square and neat, neither particularly beautiful nor ugly, but as Meng Laode stared at the couplet, his drooping white eyebrows furrowed.
What does it mean to not treat the illnesses of the living?
What does it mean to "specialize in treating people with ghostly connections"?
Meng Laode had investigated Fang Zong and knew most of Fang Zong's experiences in San Francisco, USA. He even learned about Fang Zong's reattaching of Peter's severed arm through Yang Xiaoliu's channels.
But all I can say is that Fang Zong's medical skills are amazing, and he has a unique way of treating injuries caused by ghosts. If he doesn't treat the living... does that mean he doesn't treat the living at all? What kind of clinic is that!
"Hehe, Xiao Zong, your couplet is quite interesting." Old Meng's old eyes gleamed like a fox's, since he couldn't figure out Fang Zong's meaning anyway, he might as well ask directly.
To everyone's surprise, Fang Zong chuckled and said, "Interesting, isn't it? The horizontal scroll is even more interesting."
With a swift movement of his pen, the horizontal scroll was written down in a flash —————
Feel free to point out any flaws!
Who the hell welcomes nitpicking!
A large crowd gathered on the old street, mostly onlookers. Previously, they couldn't decipher the meaning of the couplets and only whispered among themselves, but this time they were completely abuzz.
Why would a clinic this big have a sign that says "Feel free to complain"?
I completely don't understand.
Next, it was time for the ribbon-cutting ceremony, but there were too many passersby gathered at the entrance, and there was nowhere to put the firecrackers. Meng Laode arranged for the ghost-slaying team to disperse the crowd, and after wandering around in the crowd for a moment, he disappeared.
There was a small hair salon directly opposite the clinic, decorated in pink. Meng Laode appeared in the salon and smiled at the two girls sitting inside.
A girl sat on a soft, red heart-shaped cushion in the shop. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face, light tan skin, and clear, bright eyes. Her short black hair, paired with a bright yellow tracksuit, made her radiate the sunny and beautiful energy of a young girl.
The other woman was around twenty years old, with an oval face and long, jet-black hair simply tied in a ponytail. Her skin was fair, soft, and delicate, almost translucent. Behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her icy eyes were fixed on the monitor, showing the image of the clinic across the street.
"My two young ladies, how did you end up with a hair salon like this?" Old Meng looked around at the decor, it was so cute and adorable. Combined with the business of the hair salon, it reminded him of his youthful days decades ago, and his eyebrows twitched.
The girl with the oval face raised her eyelids, and instantly the room turned a deep blue, as if it were about to snow.
"Hair salons are great!" She wasn't talkative, but Xue Nuo, sitting on the heart-shaped cushion, rolled her eyes, pouted, and grinned smugly. "Fang Zong needs a haircut eventually, right? If he's not feeling well, a quick slash with a razor blade, saves time and effort, and it's quick and easy!"
Old Meng was startled. These two young ladies weren't just talking; they really could do it! "Surveillance, surveillance, surveillance, do you understand? It means you can only watch, you can't touch!"
"Tch, instead of passively accepting, why not take the initiative? We, the Rakshasa Heroes, are here to investigate the old tomb. We're temporarily assigned to your command, yet you keep making us do this kind of low-level work?" Xue Nuo licked her lips, excitedly and earnestly suggesting, "How about killing the nurse? I think that kid's 'Welcome to Find Trouble' sign is just showing off that he has two ghosts, one big and one small, working as nurses in his clinic. Let's kill him, shall we?"
"No way!" Old Meng refused decisively.
He walked over and saw Yang Tiesheng scurrying around behind Fang Zong on the monitor, grinning like a sly fox. Fang Zong had already returned to China, yet the FBI still sent a combat-type ability user; clearly, Fang Zong was valuable. Such an assistant was hard to find. He refused to believe that Fang Zong's three years in America were less valuable than most of his life in Dongguo.
"I'm getting old, and I've finally met a good young man. Don't ruin him." Old Meng found a table and lay down, looking as if half of his body was buried in the ground, but his eyes were darting around like a cunning old fox in a coffin.
At that moment, a man and a woman walked past the door.
Sun Gang looked at his younger sister with a bitter expression and said, "Good sister, you didn't really let the second brother and the others cause trouble, did you?" He felt uneasy when he saw Fang Zong's horizontal scroll, and when he thought of the coffee spoon, his face turned green.
"No, I want to take the initiative!" Sun Zhilan's pretty face was full of stubbornness as she tugged at her hair and bit her lip.
She misunderstood Fang Zong, but he even gave her a way out. The contrast really highlighted the beauty of the two. Fang Zong was good-looking, had a great figure, and most importantly, he was humble, polite, and gentlemanly. Add to that the coffee spoon, and he exuded an aura of mystery and power. That blind date kept her up all night.
If you miss out on a man like that, you might never be able to sleep for the rest of your life.
Sun Zhilan clutched the small box in her hand. Seeing that the crowd had mostly dispersed and the ribbon-cutting ceremony was about to begin, she quickly opened her makeup mirror to tidy up her light makeup, touched the small box in her hand, and walked over in her high heels.
"Fang Zong, congratulations on your grand opening." Sun Zhilan lowered her voice as she handed over the gift.
"Huh? Oh, thank you." What's going on? Something's not right! Fang Zong opened the box and slammed it shut.
Inside the box was a bracelet. Putting aside the material, just looking at the design, it had two heart-shaped pendants hanging from it.
"It's hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman," Fang Zong thought to himself. He carefully examined the girl in front of him and, finding no signs of death, felt a little relieved.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound rang out.
Fang Zong looked up and a hint of joy flashed across his face.
"Ah Zong." Someone called out, and then a young woman wearing a batwing shirt slid down.
The woman had a shapely bottom and a slender waist, delicate shoulders and a full chest. A simple cotton batwing top was transformed into a stunningly beautiful garment by her perfect shoulder and neck lines.
Especially her round, smooth face, with fair and delicate skin, a nose like jade, and eyes as clear as autumn water, made her even more charming than the goddesses in Indian movies set against the backdrop of beautiful mountains and forests.
Sofia hooked her arm around Fang Zong's: "Knowing you were opening a clinic, I switched between two fighter jets and a helicopter to get here. But don't think about anything else. I know there's a saying in your Eastern country, 'A gift sent from afar,' but I'm not that cheap." As she spoke, she clapped her hands, and an Audi A6L slowly drove up: "A gift for Uncle. I chose a dark color, emphasizing space and stability. Let Uncle use it for now."
"Okay." Fang Zong nodded, feeling there was no need to be polite with Sophia.
Looking around, he found that Sun Zhilan had already left, so he could only shake his head. After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, he took Sophia to meet his parents.
From a distance, Sun Zhilan watched them enter.
"Brother, am I really that bad?" Sun Zhilan asked Sun Gang, her head lowered, looking as if she were about to cry. She thought she was pretty good, but if she were to be described as a beautiful woman, then the woman beside Fang Zong would be an absolutely stunning beauty who could captivate anyone's heart.
Her expression changed, a gray aura rose to her forehead, and her phone rang.
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