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255 The Confessor

The waiter frowned: "You little brother, you are so rude! How do you call Dr. Jia? Where are you from, and where do you feel uncomfortable?" Why don't you wear new clothes, half of your calves are bare, and you're just attracting the traffic of the pulp sellers?

, not only is he full of energy, but he also has the heart to bite people.

No one in the world can judge a person by his appearance. Han Shaer didn't care. He said with a smile: "I am Doctor Zhen from the medical clinic opposite. I will open tomorrow. I will send you an invitation to Doctor Zhen to observe and study." He waved his hand and hummed a tune.

And go.

When opening a business, people are invited to come and give guidance. How can anyone teach people to observe and learn? It’s really a suona class that goes out on the street and makes trouble for nothing. It’s strange that Mr. Jia doesn’t deal with it! If there is a bad relationship between doctors, the clerk should not get involved and take care of the division.

Internal matters are urgent: "Brother, wait a minute, where are the invitations?"

Han Shaer was too lazy to look back: "When the invitation arrives, the neighbor across the street is so polite. Every penny you can save is worth it."

Well, you have said everything that others have said about Qian Ci. You are so arrogant and arrogant! You came to pull out teeth from the tiger's mouth and blatantly provoked you. I don't know how many hours you can play and how many days you can dance around. The guy didn't say anything about it and reported it to Jia Jiuzhi...

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Han Shaer complied with Xiao Ling'er's wishes and invited a gong and drum team in a vulgar way. As soon as breakfast was over, the drums and drums began to be beaten. Most pedestrians ignored them, and the occasional one stopped. Unable to stand firm on his heels, he ran away again.

, very deserted.

After waiting for a long time, Jia Jiuzhi, who was dressed in rich clothes and two attendants, walked around with their hands behind their backs. There was a long wooden board beside the door with the inscription "Superman Medical Center" written on it, which was Xiao Ling'er's masterpiece. Jia Jiuzhi snorted coldly from his nostrils.

, Okay, that's great. I'll make a "hero" and you make a "superman". It's obviously going to be overwhelming! Don't be in a hurry, just take your time.

Han Shaer saw him walking out from the opposite side. He was twenty-five or six years old. He guessed that he was about to come out. He greeted him in a neutral tone: "Mr. Jia, welcome. I thought you were so arrogant. You are so powerful!"

He said: "We are all opening a business together, so we should congratulate you. Hey, there are no sick cases!" Xiao Ling'er curled her lips: "That's because everyone still doesn't understand my husband's incomparable medical skills - you should visit honestly, and if you don't understand, just ask for it."

Ask, don't hold it back. Hey, you didn't bring a gift!" Jia Jiuzhi pursed his lips and looked at Xiao Ling'er who was extremely handsome. He suppressed his anger and looked at it with a perfunctory look - let you play first to see if the big words can be eaten.

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Han Shaer is a lazy and easy-going person. He changed the sign and left the drug store intact. Two new lines of red lacquer characters were added to the wall: No treatment for minor illnesses, free treatment for serious illnesses; Half of the family property for terminally ill patients will be refunded and one hundred taels of silver will be refunded.

Darling, the banished immortal claims to be Chu Kuangren, and the lunatic’s madness exceeds three points! Ten patients have nine minor illnesses, and serious illnesses are free of charge. It would be weird if I don’t starve to death! I don’t need to take action. Curing terminal illness? You can’t brag and pay taxes, right?

How many terminal diseases can the imperial doctor cure? If it can be cured, what kind of terminal disease will it be if the noble man dies in his full life? Jia Jiuzhi shook his head, pointed and asked: "Mr. Zhen, what does this mean?" Mr. Zhen, Jia Langzhong, sounds like it.

Why is it so awkward!

Han Shaer smiled and explained: "If you don't treat minor illnesses, other doctors also have to support their families! Serious illnesses are free, don't let patients look down on illness; terminal illnesses are half the charge, the rich are rich, and they will give up their money and life to choose whatever they want, and a hundred yuan will be refunded

"Two, no matter how poor you are, it will not affect your life."

The design is quite wonderful, quite benevolent, and quite crazy. It depends on whether you have the ability and who will come to see you! No payment for serious illness, huh, people are so damn weird, the less they don't charge,

The less anyone dared to look at it. It was a mule or a horse. Let's take a walk first. Jia Jiuzhi asked: "Mr. Zhen, I often have back pain, weak limbs, and occasionally feel dizzy. Is it a serious illness or a minor illness? Can it be cured?"

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