live in jail [interstellar]

When Wen Jiuhuai came back to him, looking at his puzzled expression, Qiao Mobai sighed: "Forget it, I said something wrong."

The rival in love didn't drive away, on the contrary, he became more and more enthusiastic.

A few people walked to the inside of the mall, and Qiao Mobai held his mobile phone and looked at the content of the audience's message in the live broadcast room.

"The anchor is the green tea."

"The anchor is sometimes a bit too much. In the scene just now, I always feel that you are looking for trouble on purpose."

"It's not looking for trouble, it should be said that the anchor is looking for a sense of presence."

"It seems that the anchor really likes Wen Jiuhuai, otherwise he wouldn't suddenly jump out and say those nonsense."

"It's the truth upstairs!"

"Alas, love blinds."

The person walking with his head down holding his mobile phone scrolled through the messages on the screen in the lower left corner with his hands, and his face darkened every time he saw it.

After he finished reading all of them, his face was completely blackened into charcoal.

"I like him, kidding, I'm just thinking about it." He hasn't thought about a long-term relationship yet.

I thought so from the bottom of my heart, but people had already squeezed to Wen Jiuhuai's side, "Brother Wen, do you want to date me?"

Wen Jiuhuai stopped and frowned at him: "What else did I do wrong?"

"puff!"

"Hahaha, the anchor, shut up!"

"The old uncle who laughed so hard three thousand miles away flew over to beat me up. The aliens said that I did something wrong. You should like me."

"Wen Jiuhuai: If you like me, I will change it!"

Qiao Mobai gave him a boring look; "I just want to ask you if you are in love. If you don't talk about it, let's change the topic."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I."

"Don't lie?"

"I'm not interested in cheating."

"Let me tell you, the shoes in this store are pretty good, let's buy them all." Wen Jiuhuai stood at the door of a store with simplified numbers written on the door, pointing to the shoes inside.

Inside the door, dozens of passers-by who were shopping in the store couldn't help but hear such domineering words, and immediately gathered around to see who the second idiot who dared to say such words was.

"This kid doesn't even look at the place when he's visiting people. What kind of store is this! A pair of shoes here costs at least one month's salary!"

"That's right, this kind of person just wants to show off in one breath."

Facing the ridicule, Wen Jiuhuai acted as if he had never heard of it, and pulled Qiao Mobai in, walked directly to the front desk and opened the terminal.

"All the shoes in the store today, pack them all up for me now, and send them to this address, how much is it?"

In front of the counter, Wen Jiuhuai pointed to all the shoes behind him expressionlessly.

The receptionist looked at the somewhat familiar face in front of him, and before he had time to remember who he was, he gasped in shock at his shocking words; "Sir, we have more than 1000 pairs of shoes in our store now. And the price tag is a bit different from the outside world, so you can think about it again.”

"Don't think about it, pack everything." Wen Jiuhuai raised his wrist directly, pointed it in the direction of payment scanning, and looked at the front desk lightly; "Check out."

Receptionist: "..." The help-seeking eyes fell on the guest's companion.

Qiao Mobai folded his hands on his chest, tilted his head innocently and looked at Wen Jiuhuai: "Send them all to me?"

"Well, all for you."

The eyes of the front desk asking for help died halfway, and the prices of all the goods in the store were quickly settled.

Wen Jiuhuai calmly scanned the payment and paid the bill. It took less than 10 minutes for everyone from entering the store to leaving the store.

Behind him, the shop staff was standing in front of the customers who were still shopping in the shop with apologetic faces and explaining.

The few passers-by at the door who had been watching and waiting for the slap in the face covered their flushed faces.

In the world, there really is this kind of turkey who bought the whole store's goods for the sake of face. Does this guy know how much he spent just now?

Wen Jiuhuai really doesn't know how rich he is. He is the only one in the Wen family's generation. Even if he spends his whole life in prison, the whole family property will not be shaken. Money begets money, and it keeps appearing in his account. into a string of long numbers.

A group of people wandered around until the afternoon before returning to Wen's house. Early the next morning, Qiao Mobai was dug out of the bed.

"Get up first, I have to go for an examination today, and I will sleep after getting in the car."

"Why do you need to do the examination in the morning? Can it be done in the afternoon?" Qiao Mobai rubbed his eyes, yawned and didn't want to get up.

"After lunch in the afternoon, many tests cannot make a more accurate judgment."

If you want to do a full-body examination for all the people in the prison, the morning is the most suitable time.

Qiao Mobai let go of his hand and opened his eyes, "Science and technology have developed for so many years, why doesn't your medical skill seem to have improved!"

There is no customer service even for the point of not being able to eat before the inspection!Super disappointed!

Half an hour later, the earthling standing in the lobby of the interstellar hospital decisively slapped himself in the face.

Because a patient had just rushed in on his left, and the finger was still dripping blood. After rushing into an office, when he came out again, Qiao Mobai saw that the person had washed his hands clean, except for the blood on his clothes. Except for the traces of the wound, there is no trace of the wound.

A certain earthling supported his chin that was about to fall to the ground, and murmured, "What kind of magic healer is this?"

"What did Mo Bai say?"

Zhou Quan overheard him muttering in a low voice, but he didn't hear clearly.

"Well, I just saw that the man's hand is still bleeding, and now it seems that the wound has grown. What is the treatment?"

Zhou Quan looked in the direction of his finger, saw the blood-stained clothes on the man's body, and looked away clearly: "It's the pharmacist's potion, as long as you drink it, the wound on your body will stop bleeding and the surface of the wound will heal."

"Go! Let's go and see!"

It was the first time for Qiao Mobai to see such a miraculous scene, and he had already forgotten what his purpose of coming here was, and excitedly pulled Wen Jiuhuai and the two into the room where the man came out.

When he arrived at the door, he looked at the intact parts of the three of them, raised his right hand with a frown, put a finger on his mouth and bit it hard.

The taste of his own bitten fingers made Qiao Mobai's face wrinkle into a bitter gourd.

Looking at the two drops of blood that were about to slip off the finger that was taken off, someone rushed in quickly.

"Doctor, I'm hurt!"

At the door, Wen Jiuhuai, who was a step behind him, stood there, and Zhou Quan stood next to him, looking at the person who rushed in for treatment, and rubbed his throbbing head; "Why is Mo Bai even curious about this kind of thing?" , Didn’t even have a pharmacist in the place he was talking about called Yancheng?"

Pharmacist is a very common profession in the interstellar world. Pharmacist ranks fifth among the most popular majors in colleges and universities.

After all, the ingredients of plants in the interstellar world are complex, and pharmacists need to continuously research and improve all these if they want to extract plant medicines and food suitable for the human body.

"Look, it's ready!" Qiao Mobai held up the undamaged finger and returned to the two of them, impatiently showing them his finger and the hose in his other hand .

There was just one milliliter of the medicine prescribed to him by the doctor just now, and when it was poured on his injured area, not only the wound healed, but even the pain disappeared completely from his fingers.

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