Treating wealthy people is the magic weapon to win!
Especially since Ye Xiu has unparalleled medical skills, there is no disease in the world that he can't treat well.
As soon as he said this, there was a lot of discussion.
A bald man stood up and said: "I know a very rich friend. His old mother suffers from a strange disease. She often falls asleep and sleeps for most of the day.
I once offered a reward of 200 million to find a miracle cure. Could it be that you, a miracle chef, still treat doctors?"
Ye Xiu's heart was moved, and then he nodded: "Culinary skills are only my insignificant skills, medical skills are my specialty."
The reason why he chose to start with hotels is because today's rich people are divided into two levels.
One is from a cultivating family, and the other is an ordinary rich man who has no access to that level.
If there is a master of cultivation in the family, then there will be no situation where the illness cannot be cured, and naturally there will be no place for him to be useful.
Of course, there were also people at the scene who questioned Ye Xiu's medical skills.
After all, there is no comparison between cooking skills and medical skills.
Ye Xiu gave the chicken soup in his hand to the bald man.
Under the envious eyes of everyone, he drank most of the drink.
I really couldn't drink the rest, so I held it tightly in my arms and treated it like a treasure.
He smiled at Ye Xiu and said, "The chef's cooking skills are nothing to say. Come on, I'll take you to see that friend."
By this time, the hotel owner had already calculated the turnover of this meal.
A little over 200 million!
This is in addition to drinks.
After deducting 30%, Ye Xiuchun earned 1.4 billion. Ruoshui, who was watching on the side, was very flustered and felt deeply worried for his master.
This man is so resourceful!
Then Ye Xiu followed the bald man and got into his car. More than fifty minutes later, he arrived at a villa.
The bald man had called his friend a long time ago. When the car drove to the door, he saw a middle-aged couple standing there waiting anxiously.
"Old Wang, where is the miracle doctor?" The middle-aged man couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw the bald man get out of the car.
He pointed at Ye Xiu who got out of the car and said, "Here, this is it."
The middle-aged man's expression changed, he pulled him aside and whispered: "Old Wang, aren't you just kidding? He looks so young, how high can his medical skills be?"
Lao Wang smiled bitterly.
In fact, he didn't think Ye Xiu had any high medical skills.
It was purely because I was so tempted by that chicken soup that I ‘sold’ my good friend.
He coughed and said, "You have called so many doctors to no avail. Now why not treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor? See if there is no loss, right?"
The middle-aged man sighed: "Okay."
Immediately, he walked up to Ye Xiu and smiled: "Hello, my surname is Chen, just call me Chen Dong."
Ye Xiu nodded: "Take me to see the patient."
His expression was very indifferent, and he did not bow down at all because the other person looked rich.
This way, Chen Donggao took a look and raised a glimmer of hope.
Generally speaking, tall people are more arrogant.
"Okay, please come with me..."
In a quaint room, an old man was lying.
Keep your eyes closed and breathe steadily.
There are many modern instruments placed around.
Ye Xiu stepped forward, checked her pulse, and rolled the whites of her eyes, knowing what she was doing.
"Your mother's illness can be cured. Before that, let's talk about the reward. Two hundred million, right?"