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"Chairman, this Jishidiang is different from ordinary medical clinics."

"Oh?"

Zhang Huabei asked in great confusion:

"Is there a different way?"

The secretary pointed to the long line in front and said:

"It is said that patients who come to this clinic for treatment must abide by Dr. Liu's rules."

"Dr. Liu is old, and can only see and treat ten patients at most every day."

"Moreover, these ten patients were not treated in the order in which they lined up. Instead, they were treated according to the severity of their conditions."

"Even if you get up early and line up in front of everyone else, if your condition is not serious, Dr. Liu will treat those with more serious conditions first."

“Is there such a rule?”

Zhang Huabei lit a cigar and slowly said:

"This Dr. Liu has so many rules."

"Yes."

The secretary continued:

"Now Dr. Liu specializes in treating virus-related diseases. If your disease has nothing to do with the virus, he will suggest that you go to another clinic or hospital for treatment."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huabei looked at the long queue in front of him with some annoyance and even disgust.

In this team of dozens of people, there are people of all ages and from all kinds of professions.

There were even workers wearing work clothes and safety helmets who came to the clinic for medical treatment as soon as they came out of the construction site.

Facing this team of people from all walks of life, Zhang Huabei waved his hand in disdain and said:

"Go get some cash from the trunk of my car, and give them three to five thousand dollars each and send them off."

"These lowly people are not worthy of queuing up for medical treatment with our Zhang family."

The secretary nodded and immediately took out a suitcase full of cash from the trunk.

Then he walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly:

"Listen carefully, there is an important person coming to Jishidi Hall for medical treatment today, so Jishidi Hall is not open to the public today. Those of you who are waiting in line can leave now."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate commotion among the crowd.

Some of the timid ones, seeing a row of valuable luxury cars parked behind them, immediately became timid and were ready to make room for this important person at any time.

But some people were dissatisfied and stood up and said:

"Why? We have been lining up here since early in the morning. Why should we give up our seats to that important person you mentioned?"

"This clinic is opened by Dr. Liu. Anyone who comes here for treatment must abide by Dr. Liu's rules!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were instantly recognized by a large group of people.

"Yes, yes. All of us who come to see Dr. Liu are seriously ill. We can't afford to waste any time!"

The secretary looked stern and frowned as he said:

"What are you talking to me about?"

After that, the secretary opened the suitcase and said with disdain:

"Our master is certainly not the kind of rude and unreasonable person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the secretary opened the suitcase.

In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of cash in the suitcase appeared in front of everyone.

"Each of you line up and come to me to get 3000 yuan in cash, and then you can leave."

"Our master will not take advantage of you for nothing. 3000 yuan should be enough for a month's salary for poor people like you, right?"

The secretary thought that saying this would shock everyone present.

But what he never expected was that the man who had been very active in the crowd suddenly stood up and cursed:

"3000 yuan? Fuck you, 3000 yuan is bullshit."

"I flew all the way from the north, and the round-trip fare is more than 3000 yuan. How are you going to use this 3000 yuan to send away beggars?"

"To put it bluntly, even if you give me 30,000 yuan today, I must ask Dr. Liu to treat my illness!"

"How about this, I'll give you 3000 yuan, and you guys just get out of here and don't delay our medical treatment, okay?"

The young man was wearing a worn jacket and a pair of camouflage shoes. It was obvious that he was not a rich man.

This young man certainly cannot give 3000 yuan, but can he be called a young man if he is not angry?

Young people must never lose face!

"Oh shit!"

Seeing this young man being so arrogant, the secretary was immediately furious and said to the bodyguards beside him:

"Fuck you, I didn't expect you to not care about my face. Beat you up, beat you hard to death!"

At the secretary's command, in an instant, several retired soldier bodyguards rushed out from behind the secretary, grabbed the young man by the collar and started beating him up left and right.

It didn't matter that the man was beaten, but there was an old lady next to him who looked extremely weak.

When the old lady saw these burly bodyguards beating her son, she immediately collapsed to the ground, crying and begging for mercy:

"Please stop hitting my son!"

"My son is a filial son. He brought an old woman like me all the way here to see a doctor. Please don't hit him again!"

"I beg you, old lady, can't we just leave? We won't be an eyesore anymore."

Seeing that the old lady's attitude of begging for mercy was quite sincere, the secretary waved at the bodyguards and said:

"That's enough. If you hit me again, I'll kill you."

"Now you're begging for mercy, what the hell were you doing before?"

After that, the secretary took out another 3000 yuan from the briefcase and slapped the old lady in the face, then kicked her away and said:

"Get out of here right now!"

"Take the money and go see a doctor somewhere else. This place has been booked by our master."

The old lady was already seriously ill, and her son was beaten to the point of being half-crippled.

The other people around were very angry when they saw the miserable scene of the mother and son.

But when everyone saw that the other party's cars were all luxury cars worth tens of millions, they knew that the other party must be a big shot somewhere, and commoners like themselves could not afford to offend him.

So even if the secretary took advantage of his power to bully others, no one could step forward to defend the old lady.

The secretary distributed the money in the briefcase to several bodyguards. The bodyguards gave 3000 yuan to each person and said:

"Get out of here now."

Just as everyone was leaving, the door of Jishiditang suddenly opened. A waiter inside saw how noisy it was outside, so he immediately came out and asked:

"What are you doing? Don't you know that this is where Dr. Liu treats patients? How dare you beat people here!"

"What do we do?"

The secretary raised his lips slightly, then said with a smile:

"We are from the Zhang family in Baicheng. We traveled a long way to come to your small clinic to see a doctor. We didn't expect to run into this group of blind people as soon as we arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the assistant saw that the people around him had not dispersed yet and even dared to look at him, so he turned around and cursed:

"You didn't hear anything I said, did you?"

"If you don't get out of here right now, you will end up like the guy I beat half to death just now."

"Today's Jishitang has been booked by our master. I guess there won't be any more Jishitang in the future. If you want to see a doctor, go to the hospital."

Seeing the secretary being so arrogant, the clerk immediately became furious and said:

"What are you doing?"

"The main thing is that the patients who come to our Jishiditang for treatment are not divided into different classes in Mr. Liu's eyes. People are born equal. How can there be a saying that someone like you is inferior?"

"Besides, as long as you come to our Jishidi Hall for treatment, you must abide by the rules of Jishidi Hall. As long as you see a doctor, you must queue up, no matter who you are!"

At this moment, Zhang Qinghua suddenly stood up and said:

"The rules of your Jishitang are for the poor."

"Wherever our Zhang family passes, they must abide by our Zhang family's rules."

"In the entire Baicheng, and even in most of the Jiangnan region, our Zhang family has absolute say. Let alone your small Jishitang, even if the mayor of your small city comes, he must bow and nod respectfully to my father and hand over two pieces of Huazi."

Zhang Qinghua paused, then continued:

"Here, what we Zhang family say is the most important rule. These poor people are not worthy of being treated under the same roof as us Zhang family members."

"Anyway, we gave them money, 3000 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary for these poor people. Could it be that they are still losing money?"

"you……"

The young man at Jishidiang had worked with Liu Baiyan for six or seven years, but he had never seen such a rude and unreasonable person.

"Isn't this too unreasonable of you?"

"Boy..."

Zhang Qinghua gritted his teeth and said coldly:

"How dare you talk to our Zhang family like this? Are you tired of living and want to die?"

"Today we are here to talk to Dr. Liu about something important. Otherwise, a young man like you who doesn't know what's good for you would have died more than eight hundred times in Baicheng."

Zhang Qinghua thought that after his intimidation, the young man would give up and apologize to him.

What Zhang Qinghua never expected was that this young-looking fellow would speak so dignifiedly:

"Jishitang is where Dr. Liu treats patients. If you don't plan to see Dr. Liu, please go back."

"But if you want to see Dr. Liu, you must abide by the rules set by Dr. Liu. Otherwise, even if you are rich, Dr. Liu will never treat you!"

"fart!"

Zhang Qinghua cursed: