The Millet Green Spirit Insect also got in from his sleeve at that time.
"Mr. Bujiu, you can get up and put on your pants. The public bathroom is over there." Luoyang raised his finger and pointed to the side of the living room.
George Bujiu got up from the sofa, didn't bother to put on his pants, and went straight to the public bathroom.
A water arrow was injected into the white porcelain toilet. It was brown and had a pungent smell, but a hearty smile appeared on George Bujiu's face.
For more than a year, he has not been able to urinate once. He has been hospitalized in the best hospitals in the beautiful country, and has seen the best and most expensive doctors, but nothing worked. But today, a
The young Chinese doctor used a fruit knife to make a small incision on his lower part, and then poked it with two fingers for half an hour. He actually peed!
George Bujiu shook, then bent down to look down, but unfortunately he couldn't bend down enough to see the wound underneath. He suddenly thought of a way, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, reached down and took a picture
A photo.
Sure enough, it was just a small wound. He originally had a very obvious mass there. From the photo, the mass was much smaller, but there was still a little bit of it. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and it still hurt a little.
"Don't look at it. One more treatment and your cancer cells will disappear completely." Luoyang's voice came.
George Bujiu looked back and saw that the door was closed. He was surprised.
"Come out."
George Bujiu came out of the bathroom with a displeased look on his face: "Dr. Luo, I thought you cured it once, why did you need a second time?"
Luoyang said calmly: "To be honest, I would rather believe those scammers who engage in electronic fraud than politicians like you. So far, all I have received is your verbal promise. Wherever Mr. Sunmen is, I will not
I don’t know. When he comes back, I will confirm his condition, and then I will give you the last treatment in China and cure you completely."
"China?" George Bujiu's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of teasing anger in his brows.
"I smashed a lot of people's cakes here, and there are countless people who want to kill me. If you fly away, who will care about me? Or you can make a phone call and ask your agents to kill me. Who will I call?
Are you trying to make sense? So, is it okay if I take your plane back to China?"
George Bujiu suddenly smiled: "You are a bit interesting."
Luoyang also smiled: "When dealing with people like you, I have to be cautious."
"When are we leaving?"
Luoyang said: "Just for these two days, you have to make some people be honest. If I die, you will eventually lie on the hospital bed waiting to die."
George Bujiu looked directly into Luoyang's eyes: "Can I believe you?"
Luoyang said calmly: "Did you feel good when you peed just now?"
George Bujiu was slightly stunned.
Luoyang continued: "For me, curing your disease is as easy as it is for you to get it done with a few phone calls. You and I have no conflict of interest. Do I need to offend you? There is no benefit to me lying to you.
Would I lie to you again for something that can be done with just a raise of hands?"
George Bujiu smiled. Indeed, he could not think of a reason for Luoyang to lie to him.
"Mr. Bujiu, please put on your pants. You can easily catch a cold like this."
This is an implicit expression. The real reason is that Luoyang really doesn't want to see the dry little stick.
George Bujiu finally put on his pants.
"Mr. Bujiu, how long has it been since you had a married life?" Luoyang asked.
George Bujiu glanced at Luoyang, guessing Luoyang's motive for asking this.
"If you still want to, just tell me the truth." Luoyang said.
"Two years, no... almost three years." George Bujiu said tentatively: "Can you cure this?"
Luoyang took out the small porcelain bottle from his pocket, removed the cork, poured out a small brown pill, and placed it on the coffee table.
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Curious: "What is this?"
Luoyang said: "This is the elixir I refined. It's called the Warrior Pill. This is not the little blue pill you have over there. It's extremely precious. Take it back and cut off five points when you want to live as a couple.
One, you don’t need any water, just put it in your mouth, and it will help you regain your lost youth.”
George Bujiu picked up the Fierce Pill, sniffed it, and felt a sweet aroma.
"If you still want this medicine in the future, you can call me, but it will not be free at that time. I will charge a nominal fee for the materials." Luoyang said.
George Bujiu looked at Luoyang, his mind filled with confusion.
Luoyang shrugged: "I'm a doctor. Is there anything wrong with me selling my elixir? Moreover, I will give you one for free to try. After you try it, you will know that the little blue pill over there is
Useless."
George Bujiu put away the warrior pill and said, "I'll give it a try. If your pill is really that good, I will contact you again."
In his heart he actually disagreed.
Luoyang said: "Just contacting me is not enough. You have to help me recommend it to your circle of friends, such as that media tycoon or Wall Street stock god. Good things must be shared."
George Bujiu: "..."
He is becoming more and more unable to see through this young Chinese miracle doctor. Just now, he witnessed this miracle doctor's unique skill of curing cancer with a fruit knife, and he was shocked. Moreover, this Chinese miracle doctor is extremely thoughtful, and every step of the way
After three steps, there was no leakage. But in the blink of an eye, such a powerful person actually sold him that kind of elixir and destroyed his character. Isn't this strange?
Not surprising at all.
What Luoyang is interested in is George Bujiu's circle of friends, those top rich and powerful people in their seventies and eighties, who are a bit rich in money. To them, money is just a number. What they lack is the happiness of life. What this kind of warrior pill can bring them
Happiness is not something that can be compared to the little blue pill. If one pill sells for 30,000 to 50,000 dollars, what will it mean to the big guys?
The cost of Mengshidan is low. If it really breaks into the top wealthy circles in Europe and the United States, it will be a huge gold mine. This time he treated George Bujiu for free, so he had to make some money back. What he earned was George Bujiu.
The advertising effect of Moments is almost like a free "spokesperson", that's all.
In fact, Soseki Soseki was also an ideal customer, but he didn't dare to sell it to Soseki. That's right. How could a future son-in-law sell that kind of elixir to his future father-in-law?
"Mr. Bujiu, that's it, wait for my call." Luoyang stretched out his hand to George Bujiu.
George Bujiu shook hands with Luoyang and took the initiative to hug Luoyang.
Luoyang opened the door for George Bujiu.
The eyes of a group of people at the door instantly focused on him and George Bujiu.
Tachibana Abe was also there, and George Bujiu's two bodyguards just carried her out of the room without taking any further measures.
They don't have that authority either.
Abe Tachibana was most concerned about George Bujiu's condition. For her, the worse George Bujiu's condition was, the better it would be for her. But what she saw was a red-faced and smiling George Bujiu. Her heart ignited.
The little flame of hope was extinguished in a flash.
McCulkin's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise, because based on his understanding of George Bujiu, the old man is in a good mood now. Doesn't this mean that Luoyang can really cure the old man's disease?
"Dr. Luo, I'll go back first. You need to make arrangements for your trip as soon as possible." George Bujiu said.
Luoyang nodded: "No problem, I will handle the matter here as soon as possible and then call you."
George Bujiu turned around, hugged Luoyang again, and patted Luoyang on the back, making no secret of his good impression of Luoyang.
Abe Tachibana looked at Luoyang, hatred devouring her soul.
But this time she was not impulsive anymore, she just looked at Luoyang coldly.
Sun Shangxiang bowed and said, "Oh, Smyrna Sai!"
George Bujiu is gone.
That
A special forces commander also withdrew with his men.
Abe Tachibana walked last, walking backwards, her eyes never leaving Luoyang's face.
It was the owner of that face who ruined everything for her, and she wanted to remember that face until it was destroyed!
"Ms. Abe, how about we take a photo together, and you take my photo and look at it every day," Luoyang said.
Abe Tachibana raised his right arm and gestured like a pistol.
Luoyang smiled at her.
After leaving Fuso, Abe Tachibana poses no threat to him. It would be fun if she came to China to seek revenge on him. On his home court, he has one hundred and eight ways to die for her to choose from.
After closing the door, Sun Shangxiang said anxiously: "Luoyang Sang, are you going somewhere with Mr. Bujiu?"
Luoyang briefly told her his retreat plan.
Sun Shangxiang plunged into Luoyang's arms and hugged him tightly: "Why are you leaving me so soon?"
Luoyang sighed: "I also want to stay for a while, but just now you saw how much Abe Tachibana hates me. It's not safe for me to stay here."
"Luoyang Sang, I can't bear to leave you." Sun Shangxiang was very sad.
Luoyang gently stroked her hair and said in a gentle voice: "How about you go to China with me? I will take you to eat hot pot and see pandas."
Sun Shangxiang was silent for a moment before saying: "My father was arrested by the Special Investigation Department. There are people in the company who are trying to make trouble. There will be many things that need to be dealt with later. I have to help my father deal with those things."
"Well, let's wait until you are busy for this period of time before we talk." Luoyang also felt disappointed in his heart.
This is foreign love. Even if you overcome the barriers of culture and customs, you still have to face a distance of thousands of kilometers, which is insurmountable.
Sun Shangxiang's cell phone suddenly rang with an incoming call. She let go of Luoyang and took out her cell phone to answer the call. The whole process was in Fusang, and Luoyang didn't understand a word.
After the call ended, Sun Shangxiang said: "It was just a call from my father. He said that he had left the Special Investigation Department. He was going to see a very important person and would not be going home for the time being. He told me not to worry, Shi Ji would
To protect him, he asked me to accompany you and also convey his gratitude to you."
Luoyang smiled and said, "He is too polite, so I can't thank him enough."
"No, it must be done. Let me express my father's gratitude." An intriguing smile appeared on the corner of Sun Shangxiang's mouth.
"I don't think it's necessary." Luoyang felt that it was too polite.
Sun Shangxiang pulled Luoyang towards her room: "I am your most precious gift, you sign for it now."
Luoyang: "..."
When signing for precious gifts, you must pay attention to calligraphy.
Wang Xizhi's running script, Yan Zhenqing's regular script, or the Northern Dynasty inscriptions, Song Huizong's thin gold style...
No, no, no, it's not appropriate.
Only Zhang Zhi, the man known as the "Sage of Grass", whose wild cursive calligraphy complements each other and is the most suitable calligraphy.