Sister-in-law comes for treatment

Zhang Qin frowned: "You kid, what do you mean by not being worthy?

As long as I can get you a wife, I can bow my head a hundred times.

I have to meet today.

Otherwise, those dozens of tomatoes would be wasted. "

Wang Tiezhu was moved when he heard that his mother never cared about personal sacrifice, face, or even dignity for him.

He felt a little sorry for his mother and knew that persuasion would be useless, so he had no choice but to let her go: "Mom, I'll go see her.

I want to tell you that no matter whether it works or not, you should not arrange any more blind dates.

I can find a wife myself. "

Zhang Qin smiled and said: "I know, I know, you should dress more handsome today. Girls all like handsome people."

Wang Tiezhu nodded, which was regarded as agreement.

Even if he had 10,000 reluctances in his heart, he just wanted to make his mother happy and go to see her.

Day two.

Wang Tiezhu rode an electric tricycle and carried tomatoes to the market.

Yesterday, the electric car was hit. The rear door was slightly deformed, and the tricycle was even more worn out. It made a clanking sound along the way.

There were many people in the market today. He rode a tricycle and walked in.

When I walked to Yang Jun's stall, I was stopped: "Master, come on, I've occupied the stall for you, you can just sit next to me."

Wang Tiezhu looked around and saw an empty seat on Yang Jun's left, with a rag on it, presumably to occupy a stall.

Further to the left, the old fortune teller is also here.

The old man looked haggard and sat there with a slumped head. He no longer had the shrewdness and aura of the past.

Wang Tiezhu felt some sympathy in his heart, but it was just sympathy.

As a fortune teller, his home was stolen.

He didn't even know it, which proved that her fortune telling was indeed inaccurate.

Yang Jun came over to help set up the stall, took out the price tags and started selling.

As soon as he came out of the stall, customers came to buy. Although they were not queuing up to buy like before, they were in twos and threes and could not stop.

A man in his thirties was walking down the street dejectedly when he saw Yang Jun's stall writing about the ancestral secret recipe for the treatment of infertility.

He stopped.

Wang Tiezhu took one look and knew that Yang Jun's business was coming. Seeing Yang Jun still smoking leisurely, he reminded: "A patient is here, please say hello."

Yang Jun coughed, as if he didn't hear it, took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

Wang Tiezhu didn't understand why this guy deliberately pretended not to hear. When his phone sounded the message notification tone, he turned on it.

It was sent by Yang Jun, and there was only one sentence on it: "Master, it's not business that's catching up.

If I greet you warmly, people may be scared away.

You have to wait for him to ask himself, and he must do so in a begging tone. Only in this way can the deal be considered completed.

And I can ask for a few more dollars. "

Wang Tiezhu didn't expect this guy to play psychological warfare.

But think about it, this guy's medical skills have a 20% cure rate, and he still has his own way of setting up a stall.

The man stared at the stall for a while, turned around and left. After walking four or five meters, he turned back.

He squatted in front of the stall and asked Yang Jun: "Can your ancestral secret recipe really cure infertility?"

Yang Jun glanced at the man lightly, took a puff of cigarette, and said calmly: "If you don't believe me, don't ask."

The man smacked his lips and said sarcastically: "I'm just asking, otherwise I won't know what to say."

Yang Jun put out his cigarette: "If you don't believe it, no matter how good the medicine I prescribe for you, you won't be able to cure your disease if you don't take it.

But my medicine is not 100% effective. Some people who have used my ancestral secret recipe have become pregnant, and some have given birth to twins.

But there are also cases where you can't get pregnant, but this is relatively rare. "

Next to him, Wang Tiezhu's mouth twitched as he saw this guy talking backwards, saying that only a few are pregnant.

But he knew the deal was done.

A barren person would be ecstatic to hear a glimmer of hope.

When the man heard about twins, his eyes lit up, and his attitude suddenly became more sincere: "I believe you, please give me treatment."

Yang Jun nodded with satisfaction and took the man's pulse. After a moment, he frowned: "You are in trouble.

It's very troublesome and time-consuming. "

The man was flustered: "Doctor, please pay more attention. You must help me cure it, even if it costs more."

Yang Jun coughed: "Five hundred yuan, for the sake of all the fellow villagers, for five hundred yuan, I will give you a prescription."

The man immediately took out his mobile phone: "I will transfer money to you right now, five hundred yuan. As long as I get better, I will give you a red envelope to thank you."

Yang Jun's face was expressionless. He had met so many people who said such things that he had already become numb.

He took out his pen and notebook and began to write the prescription.

The man watched Yang Jun write the prescription, his eyes full of anticipation.

He felt that Yang Jun had an enigmatic and miraculous temperament and a bad temper. When he watched Yang Jun write the formula, he held his breath, fearing that he would anger Yang Jun by gasping for air.

Wang Tiezhu also stared at the formula. When he saw Cistanche deserticola written on it, he frowned and said, "Your prescription is not right."

When a man saw a stall owner selling tomatoes talking about the medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor, he stopped in a cold voice: "Sell your tomatoes.

When a miracle doctor prescribes a medicine, are you qualified to discuss it? "

Yang Jun was originally going to write the prescription for the master to review, but he didn't expect the master to take the initiative.

He was overjoyed, as long as the master was willing to give advice.

But... the patient actually called the master unworthy, and was so frightened that he quickly said: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is my master.

If he says it’s not right, it’s not right. "

Ah ~

The man looked at Yang Jun with a confused face, and then looked at Wang Tiezhu.

A miracle doctor who cured infertility actually became a disciple of a farmer who sold tomatoes.

The miracle doctor he thought he had, the hope he thought he had, and the medical skills he thought were actually taught by farmers.

After he was shocked, he immediately realized that he had been fooled.

"You...you are just cheating.

Pay back the money...return my five hundred yuan! "

At this time, he had retreated so much that he was about to vomit blood, and secretly cursed himself for seeking medical treatment in a hurry, but he actually believed that the man who set up a stall on the roadside was a miracle doctor.

When Yang Jun heard about the refund, he was anxious, and he no longer had his original aristocratic demeanor: "I can really cure infertility.

And this is really my master, he is very powerful.

Do you see the fortune teller next to you?

He has two daughters and one son. My master only took one look at him and concluded that he had infertility. My master could spot this accurately. He is a real expert in Chinese medicine. "

The man frowned and shook his head slightly. The other party's logic was no longer fluent: "You also said that I have two daughters and a son.

If your master is right, he is really infertile, where did the child come from?

It's hilarious!

I fucking believed your nonsense. "

The fortune teller remained silent. When he heard these words, he felt as if someone had stabbed his heart with a needle.

He completely lost his mind, kicked the stall on the ground away, and vented his resentment in a rage: "That bitch stole a man, and he cuckolded me.

The children I have raised for more than 20 years are all fucking bastards.

I and the others have worked hard all their lives to raise other people's children! "

He yelled and cursed wildly and shouted irrationally. After a few curses, he groaned, squatted on the ground and started crying.

This scene attracted the attention of passers-by, and many people stopped to watch.

Seeing this situation, Wang Tiezhu sighed, the man was indeed a little pitiful.

The man who was treating infertility was stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't expect it to be like this. It definitely didn't look like it was staged.

The fortune teller cried so pitifully.

As a patient with infertility, he has a strong sense of empathy, and he deeply understands the pain and helplessness.

Because his wife suggested artificial insemination two days ago, he didn't want to help others raise their children, so he went to the doctor in a hurry.

At this time, he also realized that this tomato seller was a real expert in medical skills.

He looked at Wang Tiezhu and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, it's me... I'm narrow-minded and have little knowledge.

The tomato seller has real skills and can also teach medical skills.

I apologize to you.

Please give me treatment for infertility,"

Onlookers on the roadside were shocked by the strange scene when they heard that the tomatoes were being sold to cure infertility.

Each and every one of them seemed to have seen a ghost during the day.

More and more people are watching.