Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Yes, Sherlock was indeed short of dealing with those guys who came to ask for medicine, but soon, Sherlock discovered that many of these people were rich and leisurely guys. As long as the treatment was good, the price Just mention it casually.

Sherlock looked at this motherfucker and thought, "Hey, isn't this Chunchun coming to Sherlock's door to give money to Sherlock?"

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to where on earth this group of people knew that he could cure their diseases that modern medicine was unable to cure. He immediately created a small single room in the original lounge of the gun shop as a treatment room, and put As a matter of fact, we only receive one patient a day.

Well, I can only say that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny!

According to the idea, I only receive one person a day, lock the person in the so-called treatment room for 24 hours, wait until the effect of the entry disappears, the disease is cured, and I can get a sum of extra money. This is a win-win situation. scene.

But Sherlock forgot about human beings' bad habits, especially in terms of survival. After treating the first patient, he learned that Sherlock only received one person a day.

This group of guys who came to Sherlock's door to ask for medicine almost got into a fight at Sherlock's door. In less than one night, a large number of RVs, tents and other places to stay overnight appeared in front of Sherlock's gun store. thing.

As long as Sherlock appears at the door of the gun shop every morning, that guy, that scene is like a gathering of popular traffic niches and idiot fans. Sherlock is constantly waving his hands in front of him and looking at Sherlock with a ferocious face in order to seize the opportunity. She almost got trypophobia.

With no other choice, Sherlock could only ask Machine No. 1 to create a small program overnight to queue up this group of slightly crazy patients.

Of course, Sherlock will definitely not let go of the registration fee!

In a whole week, Sherlock discovered the essence of the truth. Damn it, the hospital really makes money!

Damn, I feel what it means to be free of charge as long as it can be cured!

Damn, just three days, three people in three days. The cost of this so-called treatment has already exceeded the sales of Sherlock's gun store in a month!

The most important thing is that the boss was afraid that Sherlock's illegal medical practice would be reported, and he didn't know what kind of relationship was involved. The next day, he sent Sherlock a genuine PhD certificate from Harvard Medical School and a complete set of Medical qualification certificate with official seal!

The Sherlockians were all paralyzed after watching a set of operations. She just gave three people a mouthful of magic potion, and she became a doctor of medicine? Or is it the damn certified one, the one where you can’t find any problems even if you check it?

All I can say is that here in Yingjiang, if you have money, you can really do whatever you want!

But gradually, as time went by, Sherlock began to realize that something was wrong. Damn it, why did she have so many difficult and complicated diseases?

And they were all diseases that Sherlock had never even heard of in his entire life!

God knows what kind of life Sherlock is living now. During the day, he sends a person into the treatment room, then calls the next person in and takes away the person's medical records and examination reports.

Then she went home and looked up a set of medical books that were as tall as her own little lolita to find out what kind of disease this thing her mother had never heard of was.

After understanding what was going on, Sherlock ran to his library and found the medical manual of St. Mungo's Hospital to see if there were any treatment records and see how other people treated him.

After you understand it, open the potion manual and look up the nooks and crannies where the potions you have never heard of are hidden. See how easy it is. If it is easy, configure it yourself.

If it's difficult, just go to the vending machine and buy it.

For half a month, the simplest condition that Sherlock treated was actually a patient who was listed 5 days ago and suffered high-level paraplegia due to spinal damage due to his love of extreme sports!

Sherlock finally understood why in his previous life there were people who persuaded people to study medicine. It was such a shock. Just look at what kind of goddamn life Sherlock has been living in the past half month.

I ran into the treatment room early in the morning, first let out yesterday's patients, and then let today's patients in. Then I filled the potion with a stun spell, and then called tomorrow's patients in with their cases and reports. Go back and look up the information.

This investigation takes a whole day!

This time, Sherlock finally understood why the doctors at the hospital all ended up with Mediterranean hairstyles.

Damn it, even if she doesn’t have this gene, anyone would be bald if she did it this way!

Now Sherlock admires from the bottom of his heart those doctors who work hard and regard treating diseases and saving people as their lifelong career. It is indeed not easy for them.

Of course, it was a sigh of relief, and he had earned a lot of money, but there was a nameless anger in his mother's heart that couldn't be vented. He was obviously a salty fish, so why did his mother become like this?

Sherlock even felt that his current life was even harder than the seven years of training that his mother had just traveled through.

In the end, Sherlock couldn't hold it back. One morning, he caught a patient coming out of the treatment room and started questioning her. Who the hell told you that I can treat patients?

Sherlock was extremely surprised when he got the answer, 'New York City's First People's Hospital'! That's what the doctors at Presbyterian Hospital told them!

After receiving the news, Sherlock immediately suspended tomorrow's treatment work and drove straight to the New First Hospital. Sherlock wanted to see where these doctors knew about this. news.

But what Sherlock never expected was that as soon as he arrived at the hospital, he was greeted by all the doctors from the New First Hospital, and there was even a paper banner saying "Welcome the Great God to Come for Examination".

Well, the banner was very crudely made, and it’s not hard to tell that it was done on a temporary basis.

But with this attitude, Sherlock couldn't lose his temper anymore. He could only be sent to the reception room with a stinking face by the doctors with an extremely respectful and humble attitude.

After communicating with these doctors, Sherlock was completely confused.

Listening to the nonsense these doctors were talking about about magic medicine and blessings from the goddess of life, Sherlock once doubted that this mother was really talking about him.

Are you that awesome? Return the blessing of the Goddess of Life? How come you don’t know you can do this? I really don’t know if Shylock is blessed by the goddess of life, but he definitely has the gaze of the goddess of death on him!

What her mother said is different from what these doctors said? Could it be that these doctors got the wrong person?

After some brainstorming in his mind, Sherlock decisively raised his doubts to the doctors. If these doctors really got the wrong person, it would be bad if they delayed the treatment of other patients.

As for Sherlock's statement, these doctors immediately rejected it. Some highly respected doctors even wanted to give Sherlock one on the spot, begging Sherlock to save the poor people they were helpless from the disease. The patient made Sherlock quite helpless.

After much thought, Sherlock finally agreed, but in exchange, Sherlock needed to know what he was telling them about his ability to treat these patients.

Originally, Sherlock thought that someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra or Black Braised Egg would leak the news. However, what Sherlock never expected was that the person who leaked the news also made it up for himself. Countless people who lied could actually be their own uncles!

"Tony Stark!!!!!"

Sherlock, who came out of the hospital, sat in the car and shouted out the name of the culprit through gritted teeth!