"Son, there is no oil at home. Go and buy it quickly. There will be trouble when guests arrive soon." Ye Guo's voice came out.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Ye Xuan responded and then walked out of the restaurant.
Ten minutes later, Ye Xuan walked out of the supermarket, holding a large bucket of oil in his hand.
"If I had known, I would have cycled here. This would have exhausted me to death." Ye Xuan muttered as he walked.
"Hey, what is that?"
Ye Xuan stopped and looked at the telephone pole not far away, where many people were discussing.
Ye Xuan walked over quickly.
"What a pity. If I had medical skills, I would have taken the job without saying a word."
"Yes, the reward is quite large, one million!"
"One million!" When Ye Xuan heard this number, his eyes immediately lit up and he quickly squeezed in.
I saw a flyer posted on the telephone pole, which read: Whoever has good medical skills can cure the disease will be rewarded with a million yuan...
At the bottom is the contact information. The content of this flyer is only a few words, which makes it very simple.
Ye Xuan touched his nose and thought to himself: "Isn't this a liar?"
After all, the authenticity of flyers posted on telephone poles these days is a bit worrying. If it is a scammer, there will be trouble.
Ye Xuan wrote down the phone number on the flyer. Anyway, the one million was quite tempting.
Soon Ye Xuan returned to the restaurant. He took the oil to the kitchen and said, "Dad, I'm going back to the room first. Call me if you need anything."
Back in the room, Ye Xuan sat on the bed, thinking about the flyers on the telephone poles.
"One million, that's a lot." Ye Xuan muttered, then simply got up and walked back and forth in the room.
"Ding! Trigger options, please host make the following choices:
Choice 1: Ignore the flyer, reward: None
Choice 2: Turn off the lights and sleep, reward: 100 yuan
Option 3: Call to inquire and come to your door, reward: medical skills."
Hearing the sound of the system, Ye Xuan stopped and grinned, "Hey, you really can do whatever you want. Needless to say, of course I chose three."
Soon Ye Xuan took the cell phone from his mother's hand and dialed a number.
After a few beeps, the call was connected.
"Hello?" A heavy voice came from the phone.
"Hello, are you Mr. Chen Zhiguo Chen?" Ye Xuan asked.
"I am, who are you?"
"It's like this. I saw a flyer on a telephone pole asking for a large sum of money to seek medical treatment, and then I called the number on it, so I wanted to ask if this is true?" Ye Xuan asked.
"Yes, the things on this flyer are true. If you can cure the disease, I will give you one million."
"Okay, okay, then tell me your address and I'll be there soon." Ye Xuan said quickly.
A few minutes later, Ye Xuan hung up the phone and saw him laughing happily.
At this time, on the other side, a middle-aged man in his forties was walking back and forth in the hall. This man was Chen Zhiguo.
"Zhiguo, do you think this is true? Can anyone really cure our son's disease?" a woman asked.
"I don't know. Let's wait until he arrives." Chen Zhiguo said in a deep voice.
Time passed little by little. An hour later, Ye Xuan arrived at the place given by Chen Zhiguo. He pressed the doorbell and soon the door opened.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully making the choice and completing the option. The reward (medical skill) has been distributed."
"Ding! The higher the medical skill level and attribute points, the host will have great achievements in the medical field, until it reaches its peak and transforms into an omnipotent miracle doctor."
"Ding! Trigger options, please host make the following choices:
Choice 1: Strengthen medical skills, reward: None
Choice 2: Give up strengthening medical skills, reward: one hundred yuan."
Ye Xuan rolled his eyes when he heard this and thought to himself: "System, you are too stingy. It's only a hundred yuan. You really think you're sending a beggar away."
"I choose one, strengthen my medical skills."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for making the choice."
Chen Zhiguo opened the door and saw a young man standing outside. He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
Ye Xuan smiled slightly and said, "You must be Mr. Chen Zhiguo, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"Hello Mr. Chen, I am the person who called you just now." Ye Xuan said softly.
"Are you Ye Xuan?" Chen Zhiguo's face became more and more serious.
"Yes, I am Ye Xuan." Ye Xuan asked.
Chen Zhiguo frowned. He originally thought that Ye Xuan was an elderly doctor, but he didn't expect that Ye Xuan was so young. He looked like a high school student.
Ye Xuan seemed to see through Chen Zhiguo's thoughts and said: "Mr. Chen, I know that you have great doubts about me at this time and think that I am a liar. I can understand this."
"But if you think about it carefully, if I am really a liar, why would I come to the door? Isn't this leaving unnecessary trouble for myself?"
"Besides, this is a society governed by law, and there are many cameras in this community. If I am a liar, Mr. Chen can choose to call the police."
"Also, Mr. Chen has been asking for help by posting flyers on telephone poles. He must have a difficult and complicated disease, and many doctors are helpless."
Chen Zhiguo listened to Ye Xuan's words, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Okay, then come in with me."
"The one who got sick was my son. Half a year ago, my wife took the child on a trip. After coming back, my son started to feel unwell. He went to many hospitals and saw many doctors, but it was of no use."
"Now my son has been in a coma, and there is really nothing I can do, so I asked people to distribute leaflets, hoping that a doctor with superb medical skills can come to save my son." Chen Zhiguo said, feeling very heavy and anxious.
"Mr. Chen, don't worry. Let me see your son's condition first." Ye Xuan chuckled, appearing very calm.
"System, what should I do next? How can I strengthen my medical skills?" Ye Xuan thought to himself, the reason why he dared to come here was because he had options.
But after choosing to strengthen medical skills, the system becomes dumb again, which would be dangerous if things go wrong.
Soon, Ye Xuan walked into a room under the leadership of Chen Zhiguo. There was a little boy about five years old lying on the bed, with his eyes closed tightly.
"Ye Xuan, this is my son." Chen Zhiguo pointed to the little boy on the bed and said.
"Okay, let me see what's going on first, you don't have to worry." Ye Xuan pretended to be calm and said. (To be continued)