After wearing a double omega, I am a scumbag [Transmigration Book]

As soon as the hat was taken off, the weird man's half-length silver hair slanted down, and when the sunglasses were taken off, a delicate and beautiful young face was revealed.The deep facial features carved stroke by stroke with a sharp knife, the straight bridge of the nose, and jewel-like silver-gray pupils shone brightly in the dim yellow corridor.

The delicate face was stained a little sullen, and the weird man broke free from An Fengqing's control with a slight twist, and reached out to pick up the peaked cap and sunglasses that fell on the ground.

"Ding!"

As soon as the elevator door opened, the hotel manager in uniform rushed out with the security personnel, but his eyes widened in shock after seeing the strange man.

His lips moved, he swallowed, and bowed at ninety degrees respectfully: "Hi, may I help you?"

An Fengqing sensed something was wrong.

When checking in today, the hotel manager only smiled warmly and bowed slightly to Cui Jue, who is the richest man in the empire.

Could it be that the identity of this weirdo is more noble?

He remained calm and confidently spoke first: "He has been following me and talking to me, and I found out that the luggage in the room was stolen, so I think he is very suspected of committing the crime."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to Jian Mo who was still on the holographic call: "My friend witnessed the whole process, and he can testify."

The strange man patted the sleeve that An Fengqing had grabbed, and said coldly, "You think I'm suspicious? Where's the evidence?"

"Then what are you going downstairs on my floor on purpose and talking to me again?" An Fengqing didn't show any weakness, and directly turned back.

The atmosphere was tense, and the manager of the hotel was sweating profusely on his forehead. He mumbled, "Both of you are our distinguished guests. Is there some misunderstanding..."

……

A few minutes later, the VIP reception hall on the 238th floor.

The senior policeman who arrived suddenly watched the surveillance video in the corridor, holding his chin and seemed to be pondering, but glanced at the man in black who was on the phone in the hanging garden from time to time.

An Fengqing looked calm, his heart beating up and down.

In the surveillance video, someone else stole something, and he misunderstood him.But the police were so hesitant, wouldn't they want to seize this point and cause trouble for him?

The strong dragon can't overwhelm the local snake, who knows if something will happen?

He doesn't want to go around the prison in the interstellar era!

An Fengqing and Jian Mo, who was on the phone line, looked at each other, and found that his friend was helping him stare at the strange man, his heart felt warm for a moment, and he thought of Fan Duole and Cui Jue who were also in this hotel.

When things come to an end, I can't take care of myself anymore.

An Fengqing was still typing quietly, and the weirdo who called came back.

He had already resumed his peaked cap disguise. Looking at the densely packed No. 30 people in the room, the thin lips under the sunglasses pursed displeasedly: "It's just a misunderstanding, why are you so motivating people? Hurry up and leave."

This sentence is very useful.

In the blink of an eye, the room was empty, leaving only the two people who were confronting each other just now, and Jian Mo who existed with holographic data.

A strong dragon can't overwhelm a ground snake, so it bows its head when it's time to bow.

An Fengqing thought about it, just as he stretched out his hand halfway, a slender palm with distinct bones appeared in front of him.

"Anyway, it was me who caused it, so I apologize to you." The corner of the weirdo's mouth curved.

An Fengqing was startled, and smiled as she walked down the steps: "It's just a misunderstanding."

The two of them didn't hurt each other. The police went to check An Fengqing's lost suitcase. He nodded politely and turned around to leave, but was stopped by the other party.

"Mr. An, I heard that you know some medical skills, can you help me see?"

An Fengqing hesitated.

This man is very powerful, and the illness he hasn't cured up to now must be intractable.

In case it doesn't get cured...

As soon as he turned around, Jian Mo behind the weirdo was holding a tablet:

promise him! ! !

Think about your vacation. :)

The three exclamation marks are extremely emotional, and the following sentence is even more imposing.

Jian Mo's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the warning in his eyes was extremely strong.

An Fengqing twitched the corners of his mouth, and responded with a dry smile: "Okay! Where should I go?"

The 240th floor is the super suite on the top floor of the hotel, one set per floor, which is only provided to the most distinguished guests.

The weirdo said "excuse me" and entered the locker room.

An Fengqing sat on the brown silk sofa, stepped on the smoky quartz carpet, and whispered to the translucent Jian Mo beside him:

"Why help him?"

Jian Mo withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved: "There are many friends and many paths, I think he is quite kind, so it doesn't hurt to have a look first."

An Fengqing: ... You are about to lose my father and me.

The weirdo came out in dark blue silk home clothes, with half-length silver hair draped over his shoulders, softer and shinier than silk satin.As soon as he sat down with long hands and long legs, the sofa area suddenly seemed a little cramped.

He frowned and clicked his tongue, and said, "The place is still too small, please forgive me. Do I have to introduce my condition now?"

"According to Mr. An's rules, you have to introduce yourself first," said Jian Mo in a suit and leather shoes.

An Fengqing: I have this rule?

The strange man raised his eyebrows, and a treacherous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Carlos Campbell."

An Fengqing nodded: "My name is An Fengqing, and this is my good friend Jian Mo."

He stretched out his arm and pointed to the right, and Jian Mo suddenly stood up from the corner of his eye.

"how--"

Before An Fengqing finished speaking, Jian Mo knelt down on one knee, put his left hand on his heart, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "I pay my respects to His Royal Highness, the humble people are rude."

His Royal Highness? ? ?

An Fengqing was in a daze, and just about to kneel down, he heard Carlos chuckle lightly: "No need to salute, get up."

The two got up and wanted to stand, but were persuaded by Carlos to sit on the sofa.

An Fengqing from the 21st century has no sense of the prince's identity, but he also understands the dignity of the prince.

He glanced at Jian Mo, and his friend lowered his eyes and his face was heavy, but he seemed more nervous than his client.

Jian Mo is worried that he will be targeted by the royal family and be in danger, right?

Feeling warm in An Fengqing's heart, he chatted with Carlos like nothing happened: "What's wrong with the prince?"

The crown prince kept his name incognito, so he probably didn't care much about the distinction between superiority and inferiority.

The prince leaned back relaxed and said, "I can't sleep."

He seemed to be discussing a very relaxing matter, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's been almost five years. At first, I could sleep five hours on and off, and then it became three hours. Last night, I only fell asleep for 30 minutes. Minutes, and woke up once in the middle."

The room was quiet, An Fengqing raised his eyebrows: "That's all?"

"What else should there be?"

An Fengqing was blunt: "Insomnia will cause many chain reactions, some people are depressed, and some people have endocrine disorders—"

He suddenly frowned, and a small flame seemed to light up in his mind.

An Fengqing asked: "Your pheromone?"

Carlos's smile faded, and he said "um", and said, "It didn't exist three years ago."

really.Pheromones are hormones that belong to the endocrine system.Carlos' insomnia was so severe that it affected the secretion of pheromones.

But An Fengqing has a doubt: "The royal family has the resources of the entire empire, so it can't cure your illness?"

After all, it's the interstellar era, so you can't even cure insomnia, right?

Jian Mo, who had been silent all this time, answered: "Insomnia is one of the top ten medical problems today, and no company's medical equipment can cure this disease."

An Fengqing looked confused: "What about the remaining nine problems?"

"Hair loss, gout, diabetes, depression, schizophrenia, bone necrosis..."

There is no cancer, no tumor, and no mutilated limbs. The interstellar people have cured terminal illnesses with therapeutic equipment, but they cannot cure chronic diseases.

Chinese medicine treats the outside from the inside, starting from improving the physical fitness to solve various diseases, coupled with the remarkable efficacy of the Chinese herbal medicines in StarCraft, An Fengqing dare not promise that it can be completely cured, but it is definitely no problem to relieve the symptoms .

only……

An Fengqing coughed lightly, and asked, "How will the prince pay for the medical expenses?"

Those silver-gray eyes slightly narrowed: "Do you still want to negotiate terms?"

The implication is that the noble prince is willing to take your medicine for his face, so you should be grateful.

"The prince wants to negotiate terms with me, right?" An Fengqing shrugged disapprovingly, "Otherwise, you would have summoned me directly in the palace, so why do you need to meet me again and again?"

"Yeah, I didn't fool you."

Carlos rubbed his fingers lightly and said, "How do you want to calculate?"

"If the prince is satisfied with the curative effect, I only want one thing."

"what?"

An Feng cleared his throat: "With the sales license from the Drug Administration, I want to open another pharmaceutical company."

Then he said with a distressed expression: "However, all the medicinal materials I brought with me this time were stolen by thieves, the prince may have to wait..."

"I'll deliver it myself."

An Fengqing thought he was hallucinating, and looked sideways at his friend, with a look of disbelief: "Are you going to send it here?"

Can Jian Mo feel relieved to leave the company?

Jian Mo looked indifferent: "The prince's illness cannot be delayed. I will make preparations now."

An Fengqing fell silent.

Gao, or Jian Mogao.

The doglegs are so logical and natural.

An Fengqing immediately felt the prince's pulse.

Carlos' pulse condition is disturbed by phlegm heat, clear Yang is blocked, and he is prone to dizziness and brain swelling.This kind of disease is more difficult to treat than the general insomnia due to deficiency of the heart and spleen, and requires long-term conditioning to completely reverse the constitution.

An Fengqing thought for a while, wrote a prescription, sent it to the robot butler for preparation, wrote down a series of numbers, and handed it to Jian Mo.

银针：0.35*13、0.35*25、0.35*40……

Glass: 35, 40, 45...

Carlos leaned over and asked curiously, "What are these for?"

An Fengqing grinned, with dazzling white teeth: "You will know when the time comes."

It was already late at night, An Fengqing and Jian Mo said goodbye to the prince and left.

As soon as he stepped into the elevator, Jian Mo, who was still on the line, suddenly had an extremely serious expression. He stared straight at his friend and asked, "What do you think of him?"

"What feeling?" An Fengqing suddenly failed to react, and waved his hand when he came back to his senses, "I don't feel it."

The prince is very handsome, but too handsome.He still prefers to be manly.

A flower bloomed at the corner of Jian Mo's mouth.

He pushed down his glasses and said, "That's good, then I can chase him with peace of mind."