Chapter 8: The First Millionaire in South City
The doctor in the white coat finally stood still, his hair disheveled, his glasses askew, and he glared, "Where's the patient? Didn't they say someone had a stroke and fainted? I don't have time to mess around. I have to get back to work and see patients!"
Then everyone pointed at the old man who insisted on paying Wen Zhu for his medical treatment.
The gray-haired doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted them. He moved closer to the unconscious old man and looked at him carefully. After a long look, he still couldn't tell that the man had suffered a stroke.
Just as I was about to lose my temper in anger, I heard passers-by talking about what had just happened.
After listening, he looked at Wen Zhu and sighed, "It's true that the young are formidable. There are actually such young Chinese medicine practitioners!"
As he said this, he moved closer to Wen Zhu and glanced at the old man who had just suffered a stroke holding the address Wen Zhu had written for him.
I wanted to take a closer look at the prescription, but the old man, like a thief, carefully folded the prescription and address and put it in the bag where I had put my money. He then tied it up with string several times before putting it in his inside pocket.
"This is what Divine Doctor Wen prescribed for me. You don't need it. If you need it, go find Divine Doctor Wen and get it yourself."
Wen Zhu bought the medicinal herbs he needed at a Chinese medicine clinic and asked them to grind them into powder for him. He paid the waiter three yuan more as compensation for the alcohol and silver needles.
The young man scratched his head feeling a little embarrassed. The silver needles were fine, but the alcohol was also bought with money, and he couldn't give it away on behalf of his boss, so he accepted the money.
The onlookers were reluctant to leave for a long time. Seeing Wen Zhu was about to leave, someone finally spoke.
"Little Miracle Doctor, um... you are so amazing, could you please help me too?"
As soon as the first aunt finished speaking, voices rang out one after another.
Wen Zhu thought about it and decided it wasn't a big deal. Besides, the police officer said all the cars in the bureau were out, so there were no other cars available. The only cars going to his home in town would be available tomorrow morning, so he agreed.
But it was not a good idea to treat patients in someone else's clinic and disrupt their business. So the aunt who had spoken up quickly suggested that her home was not far away and she could provide a place for her to treat patients.
Wen Zhu readily agreed.
There weren't actually many patients seeing the doctor, most of them were just there to watch the fun. They didn't have any serious illnesses, just minor ailments like back pain, leg pain, and gastrointestinal discomfort. Wen Zhu finished the consultation in more than two hours.
Her original intention was not to charge any money and to offer free medical consultation today.
But people nowadays are too simple and honest, and they feel embarrassed to see a doctor without charging money. She symbolically charged a few cents or a dollar, which turned out to be more than ten yuan in total!
Gu Zhenbei was watching from the side, and the more he watched, the more shocked he became. A little girl with such skilled medical skills must have a bright future.
After seeing the doctor, Wen Zhu stretched his body, took his things and went to the police station to get his dirty clothes, and at the same time solve the problem of accommodation for the night.
As soon as I arrived at the Public Security Bureau, I saw a small car and a large truck at the door.
In this day and age, in such a small place, no one knows who the people are.
I went to the police station to get something and discovered that there were a lot of strong men standing at the door of the inner office.
Wen Zhu planned to take his things and find a guesthouse to stay, but before he could leave, he was stopped by a man who looked like a bodyguard.
"Miss Wen, our Mr. Qian wants to see you. Please come in."
His surname was Qian, he was driving a car, and he had several people with him. Wen Zhu probably knew who he was.
Just as she was about to step in, Gu Zhenbei suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, and Wen Zhu subconsciously jumped three feet away.
Don't touch me! You belong to the heroine!
What if the heroine quarrels with him in the future, and you two have a lot of love and hate, miss each other and meet again, etc. In the end, it is still her, the cannon fodder, who holds a grudge. Wouldn’t that cause trouble for her?
Stay away from the male and female protagonists to save your life and safety!
Gu Zhenbei originally thought that these people looked difficult to deal with and reminded her to be careful and not to go if she didn't want to. However, Wen Zhu's reaction was as if he was the plague god, which made Gu Zhenbei's face gloomy.
"let's go."
After saying that, he left with the man without even looking at Gu Zhenbei's expression.
[Hahaha, the male protagonist's face now looks like a color palette.]
[Woman, how can you resist the male protagonist's solicitation! Haha (′▽｀)ノ]
[She's not the heroine, she's just cannon fodder. Usually the male protagonist flirts with other women besides the heroine, and in the end, the cannon fodder is the one who suffers.]
[That makes sense. That's why she jumped away just now was so cute!]
【Hahaha, can I support this couple? 】
[What are you saying? This little cannon fodder is the 190cm tall battalion commander with long legs. I'm watching over him!]
【Who is this 190cm tall girl? 】
[Um, I forgot too, but it doesn't matter. As long as he's 190cm tall and handsome, that's all that matters!]
【……】
Without looking back, just looking at the barrage, you can tell that his face must be as black as the bottom of a pot, and he must be emitting coldness all over his body.
Wen Zhu thought with amusement, it doesn't matter. As long as he's unhappy, that's fine.
When he entered the office, Wen Zhu saw a gentle and elegant uncle, accompanied by the director. This should be Qian Xusen's father.
Both of them looked at each other, and neither of them spoke first.
Qian Guoqiang looked at the little girl in front of him. She was dressed simply, had fair skin, and had small wounds on her face and hands. However, she was tall and slender, standing there neither humble nor arrogant, with a pair of particularly bright eyes.
After a while, Qian Guoqiang spoke first, "Hello, little girl, I'm Qian Xusen's father. Thank you for telling me about my son's whereabouts. This is a small gift as a token of my gratitude. I believe you need and like it."
She raised her chin and motioned the bodyguard to hand her a bulging envelope.
Wen Zhu took a look and thought it was a big deal.
However, she didn't take it. Instead, she smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Qian, but no thank you gift is necessary. This is what I should do. I was able to escape because of Qian Xusen's help. We cooperated with each other and got what we needed."
As he said this, he took out the jade pendant wrapped in cloth from his pocket and handed it to him.
The bodyguard immediately took it and handed it to Qian Guoqiang.
He stared at the jade pendant in his hand for a long time, a little dazed, thinking of his wife who had passed away long ago.
After a long time, he stood up solemnly and sincerely and thanked Wen Zhu.
Wen Zhu accepted it generously.
"I was prejudiced and superficial before. I'm sorry, little girl, for insulting your noble character with a thousand yuan. But I can agree to one request of yours. Whenever you want to, just contact me with this phone number or address."
Then he personally brought her a piece of paper with his phone number and address written on it.
Wen Zhu:?!
Why don't you try to insult me again? I'm not that noble after all!
In his previous life, Wen Zhu often went on free medical consultations with his master. Although the old man was stingy, he was actually quite wealthy. So, Wen Zhu got used to spending lavishly, and was raised by him to be kind and generous, not caring about money.
To the point that she forgot that she was a poor ghost now! Her family was also extremely poor!
Wen Zhu despised himself in his heart. He asked you to be generous, but the money is gone.
"Now that the things have been delivered to his family, I hope you can return them to him intact. I won't bother you anymore." Wen Zhu wanted to leave this house full of temptations of money as soon as possible, otherwise she would make a mistake.
He nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Qian Guoqiang called out to her, "I wonder if you're nearby, or if you're staying somewhere temporarily? I have no ill intentions, I just thought that if that guy is rescued, he might want to meet you, his friend, even more."
"Instead of me."
After saying that, he sighed somewhat self-deprecatingly.
"I'll find a guest house in town to stay for one night and leave tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and left, running away very quickly.
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