The director of the medical center looked at the empty medical hall with a rather depressed look.
"It's weird, why is it so deserted today?"
The person in charge of the counter replied: "Director, a new Chinese medicine clinic has opened not far from us, and it is very busy now."
"A Chinese medicine clinic like ours?" The curator raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, are you trying to steal our business? This is not good."
The curator muttered like this and immediately started thinking of ideas.
"Okay, let's put up a banner and say it's to celebrate my mother's eightieth birthday. As for the price, I'll take a loss for the time being and make it the same as the other party."
At the curator's suggestion, the people here immediately followed the curator's instructions.
However, despite this, the effect was minimal. Not many people came, but there was still an endless stream of people from Lin Xiao's side.
Seeing this, the curator gritted his teeth viciously.
"Damn it, the price is obviously the same, why do these people prefer to queue up to go to that newly opened place?"
Suddenly, he suddenly thought of a better idea.
The director asked the people in the medical clinic: "Have you seen the three leprous men recently?"
The woman in front of the cashier nodded, "I saw her in the morning, it seems she went this way today."
"Hmph, this stinky beggar disappears when he is needed, and hangs around in front of others when he is not needed. He is an eyesore."
After cursing a few words, the curator hurriedly went to find San Leizi and spent a lot of effort.
This three-year-old man was covered in dirty pustules all over his body. He was quite disgusting and the stench could be smelled from a long distance away.
At this moment, the three scoundrels appeared in front of the curator. The curator covered his mouth and nose in disgust.
"You dirty thing, it took me a lot of effort to find you."
"What's wrong?" San Leizi couldn't help but ask.
The curator didn't say much and just threw ten red tickets at the three men.
Seeing these ten red bills, San Leizi's eyes suddenly glowed with gold.
"This, this, this is the sun rising in the west? Curator, why did you give me so much money?"
"Stop talking nonsense, why should I come to you for no reason?" The curator sneered, "Take my money and just do something for me."
"What's up?"
After the curator simply stated what San Leizi needed to do, San Leizi's face was already filled with hesitation.
Seeing the three scoundrels with such expressions, the curator's face was full of disgust, "Why, you are not happy to give you money?"
"No, it's just such a harmful thing, I really..."
Before San Leizi could finish speaking, the curator stomped his foot angrily.
"If you don't do it, there are people who do it! You're just a beggar, what are you pretending to be here with me?"
Cursing like this, he originally planned to pick up the money on the ground.
But when he saw that the money was stained with thick water from the pustules on the three men, the curator immediately retracted this idea.
This is like money accidentally falling into a manure pit. Those who are short of money may fish it out at all costs, even if it is disgusting. It is different for those who are rich, and they will just bear the pain and give up their love.
"Do you want to do it or not!" the curator sternly scolded the three scoundrels.
"But, this..."
Upon hearing this, the curator clicked his tongue impatiently.
He took out ten more red bills and threw them in front of the three scoundrels again.
"You are a stinky beggar. You don't know how long it will take you to get this money. I want to ask you now, do you do it or not? After that, I will give you another thousand."
For a beggar like San Leizi, this is really not a small sum.