The next day, Xu Jia went to Sihaitang early in the morning.
Chu Li was settling accounts. When he saw Xu Jia coming so early, he was very curious and ridiculed: "Why did you come so early today? Has the sun come out from the west?"
Xu Jia said: "The flowers in Sihaitang are tempting to pick. Come here early in the morning to pick a flower."
Chu Li frowned: "The flowers in Sihaitang are tempting to pick? What kind of flowers are they? Why don't I know?"
Xu Jia blew into Chu Li's ear: "You are that alluring flower."
"Oh, screw you, I won't let you pick it." Chu Li pinched Xu Jia hard, his face turned red, and his heart was pounding.
Xu Jia was having breakfast, and Chu Li brought the account book and calculated like a housekeeper: "One billion is a lot, but if you really want to build a university, it is far from enough. Those well-known universities often cost more than 10 billion. Our 0 billion
Even billions are not enough to fill the gap between teeth. Although we have land, there are no teachers and various equipment. All these require money, but I am worried to death."
Xu Jia didn't blink: "Tell me, how much is missing?"
Chu Li said: "I'll ask the designer to make a rough estimate, and it's still at least 0 billion short."
Xu Jia made an OK gesture: "No problem, isn't it just 0 billion? I'll get it in a minute."
"Get it in a moment?"
Chu Li's red lips opened into an O shape: "You don't have a fever, do you? Why are you talking nonsense? Do you think someone will give me 0 billion so early in the morning?"
Xu Jia pouted: "Of course, otherwise what would I do?"
"Ah? This..."
Just as Chu Li was about to speak, he saw a motorcade approaching at great speed.
Xu Jia rinsed his mouth slowly and said leisurely: "Look, the money sender is here."
A motorcade stopped at the door.
The first car was a Cadillac worth more than 10 million, with more than a dozen bodyguards on both sides.
An old man with white hair and a cane got out of the car. He was in his seventies. He was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. He was energetic and had a sense of majesty between his brows.
The only thing that didn't look right was that the old man's face was yellow, not just on the surface, but from the inside out.
An ambulance followed closely behind, and several people were carrying a bed. The person on the bed was covered with a layer of white cloth.
The yellow-faced old man was helped up to Xu Jia and asked anxiously: "Are you Dr. Xu?"
Xu Jia said: "Yes, I am Xu Jia. Do you seek medical treatment from me? Do you have a fever or a cough? Irregular menstruation or external itching? I promise to cure it once and for all and never relapse. If it cannot be cured, there will be no charge and the round trip expenses will be refunded."
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Depend on!
The corners of the yellow-faced old man's mouth twitched: Why do I, a grown man, suffer from irregular menstruation?
Xu Jia doesn't know who I am, he talks nonsense, and deliberately ridicules me. This guy is really difficult to deal with.
The yellow-faced old man was very anxious and quickly introduced himself: "I am Fu Ping, the head of the Fu family."
Xu Jia looked like he suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out you are the head of the Fu family! I have long admired you, but what are you doing here? Are you here to tease me?"
"Where, where!"
Fu Ping pointed to the bed behind him and said with emotion: "Hongjun is dying, please ask Dr. Xu to save him."
Xu Jia said: "How is this possible? Young Master Fu was still challenging me in the stadium yesterday. He was so majestic and frightened that my heart trembled. Why did he become like this so early in the morning? It's really strange."
Fu Ping saw Xu Jia pretending to be stupid and was so angry that he really wanted to expose him in public: Grandma, you are still pretending, this matter has a lot to do with you, please stop doing this to me.
However, in order to save his son, he had to endure everything.
"Dr. Xu, please help me. I am only a son."
Xu Jia shook his head: "Mr. Fu, Phoenix Hospital is your family's property. Medical equipment is second to none in China. You should go to your own hospital to treat Mr. Fu. What's the use of coming to me?"
Fu Ping was very depressed and angrily yelled: "Those idiots at Phoenix Hospital all claim to be experts, but they can't even diagnose Hongjun's disease. I must expel them all."
Xu Jia chuckled.
Damn it, your son was bitten by a weasel. This is a sign of evil. What's the use of those bricks?
"Doctor Xu, I beg you to be noble and save Hongjun's life." Fu Ping lifted up the white cloth with his body trembling.
What was exposed was Fu Hongjun's body covered in snow.
Fu Hongjun was naked and covered in blood, with itchy marks all over his body, as if he had scratched them himself.
Thick iron chains were wrapped around his arms and feet, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably.
The flesh on the chest and lower abdomen was scratched to pieces, and the smell even changed and became somewhat stinky.
The Chinese medicine doctor on the Chinese Medicine Street happened to come to take medicine. When he saw this scene, he was so shocked that he almost vomited.
Xu Jia was shocked and shouted: "You've seen blood, why don't you send it to me for examination quickly?"
"What's the use of checking!"
Fu Ping lowered his feet and raised his chest: "I rescued him for eight hours last night, but it was of no use at all. I don't know what happened to Hong Jun. He just kept scratching his body. He was so strong that even a few people couldn't hold him back."
There is a traditional Chinese medicine interface: "Hurry up and get anesthesia."
Fu Ping stamped his foot fiercely: "Anesthesia is useless, even general anesthesia is useless. Hongjun will still scratch himself fiercely. In the end, there is no other way, so he has to use an iron chain to strangle him."
When everyone heard this, they thought it was sensational and very strange.
Xu Jia was still "modest": "Mr. Fu, Master Fu's illness is too serious. I am just a small Chinese medicine doctor. I can only treat headaches, fevers and irregular menstruation. I can't cure such a fatal disease."
"Don't!"
Fu Ping didn't care about anything. He grabbed Xu Jia's sleeve and said excitedly: "Doctor Xu, can we take a step to talk?"
"Oh well!"
Xu Jia took Fu Ping into the study.
Fu Ping closed the door, said nothing, and bowed to Xu Jia: "Doctor Xu, I know you are an expert. This child has offended you, so please be kind and spare his life."
"Mr. Fu, what do you mean?"
Xu Jia finally stopped pretending: "Do you think your son was harmed by me? Haha, to tell you the truth, although your son is the eldest son of the Fu family in Yanjing, I really don't take him seriously.
, as for your son's unreasonable troubles for me, I don't even bother to care about him. In a word, your son's injury was not caused by me, because he is not qualified."
Fu Ping was anxious: "Who did that?"
"You are pretending to be confused because you understand."
Xu Jia snorted coldly: "You have brought the unconscious Uncle Li back. Isn't this enough to explain the problem? Don't you know that there were bloody tragedies in the stadium before, and didn't those who died also
The one who was itchy to the extreme and died in the end?”
"this……"
Fu Ping was stunned for a moment: "You mean? Hongjun's injury was caused by Uncle Li?"
Xu Jia frowned: "You're still pretending! I don't believe that your Fu family doesn't know that Uncle Li is just a Huangxian possessed by a weasel. The guy who really got your precious son was the weasel. Haha, that's your Fu family."
Baojiaxian did it. How about it? Isn’t it strange?”
Fu Ping was stunned and murmured to himself: "How could this happen? How could Baojiaxian do something to my son? Is this still called Baojiaxian?"
Xu Jia looked at Fu Ping intently: "Because, this is retribution!" (To be continued)