Zheng Junqing's smile became playful. Many Sino-foreign joint venture hospitals and clinics in Longdu were not difficult to get Miyamoto a license.
But Zheng Junqing would never believe that Miyamoto spent such a huge price to save his sister, just wanted to open a clinic in Longdu.
I'm afraid this gloomy guy will be wearing a clinic coat and the Zheng family's protection plan.
He looked at Miyamoto Saburo and smiled and said, "Mr. Miyamoto, it's not easy to open a clinic in Ryuto."
"I understand it's not easy to open, so I want to ask Mr. Zheng for help."
Miyamoto Saburo put away his copper syringe and smiled:
"This needle water is called the dead tree spring."
"It is the life-saving potion given to copper doctors by the Blood Doctor. No matter what damage or toxins are, as long as you have one breath, you can survive if you continue."
"However, this kind of good thing is extremely expensive and needs to be extracted from various top medicinal materials and combined with a lot of biological blood fusion."
"This syringe liquid costs 100 million."
"So not every child of the Blood Medical School can have such a life-saving potion, and only those who make special contributions will be rewarded."
He stared at Zheng Junqing with a bright look: "And each person will only be rewarded once."
Ling Qianshui was surprised and spoke out:
"In other words, Mr. Miyamoto gave his spare life to the poisoned Office Zheng?"
Miyamoto Saburo smiled faintly: "So that's it."
"Mr. Miyamoto sacrificed himself for others, and Zheng Junqing was deeply impressed."
Zheng Junqing smiled across his face. The other party said this to the point. If he refused, it would be unkind. At worst, he would join the clinic and stare at it.
"Okay, I'll get this license for you."
"But I have to wait a month, and I will handle it when I go back. After all, you are a foreigner. If you open a clinic, I need to do it myself."
It would be a small task for him to apply for a license, but he would be responsible for something happening in the future and would also need protection in normal times.
If possible, Zheng Junqing would rather settle it for 100 million yuan.
Miyamoto Saburo smiled gently and said, "As soon as Zheng Shao arranges everything."
"Bang--"
At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a member of the Sirius Club came over with a box:
"President Ling, the takeaway you ordered is here."
Ling Qianshui was slightly stunned: "Take-out? When did I order takeaway?"
"A deliveryman who was 'full' just now came here."
The members of the Tianlang Club looked confused: "He said this is the papaya stewed snow clam you ordered."
"I opened the packaging and took a look, and it was indeed something to eat."
He also confirmed the food before taking it over, and he would not be foolish in taking the takeaway to Ling Qianshui.
"Papaya stewed snow clams?"
Ling Qianshui and Miyamoto Saburo looked at each other, and they were shocked in their eyes.
"Papaya stewed snow clams, good stuff, are you given to my sister? President Ling, I'm interested."
Zheng Junqing took the takeaway and put it on the table. There was a large ceramic stew pot inside, which was steaming hot and exuded a fragrance.
He took a breath and then opened the lid.
"Bang--"
Almost as soon as he lifted it, Zheng Junqing threw the lid out and took a few steps back.
The dull old man instantly rushed out of the corner, guarding Zheng Junqing in front of him.
In the field of vision, in the stewing pot, there was a blood-red toad with its eyes bulging out and its fierce light was revealed, but it was dead at this moment.
The stewing pot was obviously rinsed by high heat. Not only was the blood-red toad ripe, but the soup was also red and silky like blood.
"Damn, what's this?"
Zheng Junqing stared at the stewing pot and shouted: "Ling Qianshui, why are you doing this thing?"
When Dean Huang and his friends saw that they all were shocked, they all left the corridor and retching.
"Mr. Zheng, I didn't do this."
Ling Qianshui breathed out a long breath: "This is probably Ye Fan's prank."
Miyamoto Saburo didn't say anything, but his eyes were murderous and his nails were pierced into the meat, as if it was not a toad, but his child.
"Bastard, this bastard again."
Zheng Junqing was furious: "I will kill him and kill him again and again."
Ling Qianshui's mouth was touched: "Young Master Zheng, why don't you bear it? Ye Fan is very skilled and has many tricks. Several of my subordinates have failed."