Chapter 37: Flowers at the Pulse Point on the Inside of the Wrist
Ou Hao raised his head and stared at Bian Zhi in a daze.
Very strange.
She is a young girl who looks like she just graduated from college, and she is as fresh and tender as a flower that has just bloomed in spring.
Such a girl does not understand the sufferings of the world, and may occasionally show compassion, but most of the time her ability is not enough to match her sympathy.
But he inexplicably wanted to trust her.
I was so moved when I heard her say "give it a try".
"Why--"
Director Wang frowned and came out of the office with a fierce look on his face.
"It's only natural to pay for medical treatment!" Director Wang frowned, sizing Ou Hao up rudely and bluntly. "Our Chinese medicine isn't cheap. If you want to see a doctor, you have to pay. Do you have money?"
The light in Ou Hao's eyes disappeared in an instant.
He has no money.
Or rather, he has too little money.
His face flushed as he pulled out a crumpled banknote from his pocket, his back almost bent into the most humble position. "Is this enough?"
The man's money was in a mess, as if it had been picked up from a garbage dump, and it had a sour smell.
Director Wang took two steps back, his face scornful. "Stay away! Are you kidding me? This amount of money isn't even enough to get a registration! It stinks!"
Ou Hao didn't dare to look into Bian Zhi's eyes. He bit his lip fiercely and asked softly, "Can I buy on credit?"
"I, I pick up bottles and sell cardboard. I will pay it back little by little later."
Even though you have given up, you still want to hold on to the last piece of driftwood.
"Selling cardboard! Haha!" Director Wang's laughter mingled with the dull sound of rain. "You're a beggar, and you've fooled us. Each prescription costs at least several hundred yuan. How can you ever pay us back if you're just picking up scraps? And didn't you hear clearly just now? Your condition is very serious. Even with treatment, it will take a long time to work. Why bother with medical treatment if you don't have money?"
Director Wang looked at Ou Hao as if he were dead meat, covered his nose and sent him away.
Ou Hao lowered his head, as if he hadn't raised it in many years. A grown man in his sixties was being scolded while being poked in the spine.
Before coming to the Chinese medicine clinic, he went to see his aunt, but was ridiculed and criticized, and the words spoken to him were even more unpleasant than those spoken by Director Wang.
Ou Hao was filled with despair, his shoulders trembling. He just wanted to find a place to die as soon as possible, so as not to upset others and not to embarrass himself.
"How much can you earn in a month?"
Ou Hao had just taken a step outside when he heard the clear voice again.
He recognized the voice as that of the beautiful girl with big eyes who had said she could be cured.
In front of a girl with such eyes, his inferiority complex seemed to be magnified invisibly. He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at her.
Ou Hao rubbed the hem of his clothes nervously and said very softly, "Five, five hundred."
"hehe!"
Director Wang's voice seemed to come from his nostrils. "What kind of illness can you treat with five hundred? Even buying an urn costs more than five hundred!"
"Director Wang." Bian Zhi frowned and looked at the mercenary woman coldly. "If you can't learn to shut up, I think my silver needles will teach you when to stop."
Ou Hao raised his eyes.
Then I saw the soft little girl suddenly lower her eyes, and her whole body exuded a powerful and intimidating aura, as if she was emitting light.
Her voice is soft and pleasant.
But it's inexplicably awe-inspiring.
Bian Zhi turned around and said, "Five hundred, yes, but I hope you know that immune diseases require time and patience. If you want to try, and if you trust me, then I hope you can persevere. Can you do that?"
Ou Hao nodded, feeling as if he had met a fairy or bodhisattva.
In the past, she would only tell him, "Give up," "You can't be cured," and even her cousin, who used to be so kind to her, would tell her, "Don't waste your money."
She was the first person to say to him, "I hope you hold on."
"Five hundred, is it really enough?" Ou Hao asked timidly, afraid that he would bring trouble to Bian Zhi, but he was reluctant to give up the hope he had worked so hard to get.
Even so, he felt in his heart that this hope would eventually be shattered.
He didn't really think that this was a disease that could be cured.
He saw clearly the lessons learned from so many fellow patients.
But who can resist the light of hope?
Bian Zhi smiled and led the patient into the clinic. After taking his pulse, he prescribed some medicine.
When they came out, Bian Zhi smiled and said, "We have a place to stew herbal soups in our Chinese medicine clinic. If it's inconvenient for you, you can take it there and have it stewed for free."
Ou Hao nodded, and when he went to the counter to pay, he took out the messy banknotes tremblingly.
"Heh—Bian Zhi, this is an immune disease, why are you trying so hard?"
"You are such a vulgar person, you don't know how to be grateful. A little money is like life. If the results in the future don't meet your expectations, you will suffer the consequences!"
Director Wang snorted heavily.
Ou Hao turned around as he walked out with the medicine.
He carefully half-raised his eyes to look at Bian Zhi, then quickly looked away with inferiority in his eyes. "Doctor, I know my condition well. Even if the treatment is not good, I won't blame you."
After the man finished speaking, he bowed to her in gratitude and turned around.
After a pause, the man clutched the medicine bag tightly and said in a low voice, "You may find this ridiculous, but if I have the chance in the future, I will repay you."
As Ou Hao stepped out of the door with difficulty, he swore in his heart: As long as he is well, he will risk his life to repay her!
After everyone left, the girl at the cashier came out with a smile.
"Bian Zhi, this guy is quite interesting. Even though he's so broke, he still wants to repay his gratitude."
Bian Zhi said nothing.
The cashier girl turned to look at Bian Zhi and said, "The registration fee is free, and you paid 80% of the medical expenses yourself. I only charged a symbolic ten yuan. If you want to do a good deed, why don't you just pay it all for him?"
Bian Zhi still didn't say anything.
Turned around and went to the clinic.
A dozen dollars is the cost, and in essence, he did pay for his own medicine.
The man's back was broken by his humility, but she needed to tell him that everything he got was in exchange for money.
Not charity.
When Bian Zhi came out of the clinic, the rain outside had stopped.
The girl at the cashier looked up at the TV screen with her eyes wide open, staring at the screen with a focused and serious expression.
In the video.
The man's voice was like a subwoofer, spreading through the microphone to every corner.
Thank you to all the fans who came to support me. Today's episode of Running Man will be my last variety show. Thank you all for your support over the past three years. Thank you.
Bian Zhi turned his head and looked over.
Zhou Suihuai stood in the center of the stage wearing a youthful purple casual suit and a head of arrogant and unruly white hair.
With a smile on his face, he raised one hand and sang the theme song of the variety show "Run, My Friend" to the rhythm of the music.
There is a dance solo in the middle.
Under the light, the man's casually rolled-up sleeves reveal smooth lines on his forearms, and his body dancing to the music seems to be born in the rhythm of the beat.
There were flashes of light on his body, and a nonchalant smile was pulled at the corner of his mouth. His rebellious and domineering appearance caused a lot of girls in the audience to scream.
"What a pity," the girl at the checkout counter cried and laughed at the same time, looking at the man on the screen with greed.
"Yeah, what a pity," the girl next to him chimed in. "When he first entered the variety show industry, everyone was not optimistic about him, saying that he got in through family connections. The seniors in the industry looked down on him for relying on connections. You can see in many of the early shows that he was being given a hard time."
"Yeah, there were some crappy shows back then where they deliberately fed him bread filled with toothpaste. For effect, he'd finish it and say, 'It's delicious!' He was still an 18th-tier star at the time, and his agent had to watch him suffer without saying a word. I heard he had abdominal pain right after the taping that day and had to be on an IV drip for several days. He persevered for so long and finally became famous, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly retired. It's such a shame."
Bian Zhi was stunned for a while after listening to these discussions.
Zhou Suihuai was such a proud man that it was hard for her to imagine that he would have such a humble moment.
"Also, I heard that VVVI wanted to invite Zhou Suihuai to be the first high-end luxury brand spokesperson in China, but he turned down even that. I heard he had been trying to get this show for a long time."
"It must be because of a very important reason that you are willing to give it up."
"He has so many fans and so many variety show invitations."
“…”
The girls' voices were low and soft.
Bian Zhi looked at the screen.
The man was very charming and suave. He answered the questions thrown by the host with ease. When the camera swept over him, he seemed to have sensed it in advance.
She curled her lips, revealing her white teeth, and slowly raised her eyes. Her smile spread like the bright stars that ignited the dark night.
Bian Zhi thought that there must be a very important reason for Zhou Suihuai to give up such a pleasant and enjoyable stage.
When Bian Zhi was about to look away.
Suddenly, the camera lens swept across Zhou Suihuai's hand holding the microphone.
That tiger's mouth -
It vaguely looks like a flower being pierced.
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