Chapter 33: Just ask people to beg me

"I didn't get to the bottom of it first, and I lost my face. I can't let you retire peacefully, right?"

I spread my hands and looked helpless.

"How dare you blame me!" Lao Cao was in a good mood. He cursed with a smile and clicked the envelope, "I'll give you a chance by delaying your fight for chips. From now on, abide by the law and be your husband." Stop dealing with those messy people like Yao Daxian."

"Comrade Cao, I have always abided by the law. I have never been in contact with Yao Daxian. His own life was not good. He was hacked to death during negotiations. What does it have to do with me?"

"Don't be cheap and behave well. Just look at the things."

Inside the envelope was a notice inviting magicians with magic skills to come and help with the treatment.

However, the person to be treated and what disease to be treated were not mentioned in the poster, only the location was given.

Posting this thing is probably equivalent to the ancient reward notice.

But unlike public reward notices, posts are only circulated among real insiders, which can prevent incompetent charlatans from coming to your doorstep to the greatest extent.

But this thing is somewhat outdated now.

Warlock circles in several southern provinces began to use BP machine text messages to post content two years ago, which is faster and more accurate.

Sister Miao and I used this kind of electronic posting to win several businesses in the south.

"This is a post from Wu Xuexue, the boss of Jisu Transportation Group. His grandson has a strange disease. He has been unable to cure it even at home and abroad. He asked an expert to see it and said it was an external disease, so Wu Xuexue sent it to someone. There is a huge reward for passing this post on. Speaking of which, it has been almost a year since this post was posted, and many people have come to visit, but none of them can be cured. If you can go and cure it, let alone Jincheng, even in the whole province. The handle is not a big problem either.”

I flicked the invitation, stuffed it back into the envelope, put it on the table, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I will not respond to this invitation."

Lao Cao raised his eyebrows, "What? Are you afraid of losing your reputation if you can't cure it?"

I smiled and said: "You don't need to provoke me. There is no external disease that I can't cure. But I only accept medical consultations. If you want me to come to your home, you must have three gifts and six items. Someone has said that if you have no ability, you are worthless. Only people who are really capable will come to your door and recommend themselves, begging for a chance to get treatment. For a person with real abilities like me, I never ask people to beg me!"

In the beginning, I and Sister Miao lived incognito and wandered around the world. In order to make money, they naturally received posts. But now I want to make a name for myself in Jincheng, so naturally I can't make money like those wandering warlocks.

If you want to erect a pillar, you must first erect it.

When this family comes to your door, other families must also come to your door, otherwise they will offend others.

If you accept this post, even if you can cure Yang Ming, you will still be a low-level person who can be manipulated by rich people.

Don't go to anyone's house, just wait for people to come and ask for help. If one family takes the lead, all families will recognize this rule.

The one who comes to the door is the true god and must be worshiped!

Lao Cao sneered and said: "Did the person you were talking to say that without enough fame, no matter how talented he is, a wealthy family like Wu Xuexue would not just watch TV and come to see a doctor? Do you want to I beg you, you must first find an opportunity to truly show off your great abilities. You have to bend down to pick up money. You have to go to the house to see a doctor, make a name for yourself, and not be shabby! Before Chang Laoxian entered Jincheng, , you are respected as a living god, but in order to gain fame in Jincheng, why don’t you take the initiative to go to old Master Yuan’s clinic for treatment? You are a young boy, what can’t you be ashamed of? "

"Just because I don't become a god and accept disciples doesn't mean that I'm not a true god. I accept your offer. I'll thank you later when the Wu family comes to invite you."

This is a good entrance into the upper-class local warlock circle in Jincheng.

Without someone in the circle to guide you, it is not easy to find him.

I have to accept Lao Cao's favor.

"No need to thank you, just don't make trouble, ten months!"

"I'll make a countdown sign later and hang it at home."

"Go away, are you counting the days until the end?"

I laughed, waved my hand at Lao Cao, threw the half bag of Sanwu in my pocket on the table, and turned around to return to the small courtyard.

First, I went to Bao Yuqin's place to ask if anyone came to see the doctor in the morning, and then checked the condition of Huang Mao.

You can't call it that now.

His yellow hair was shaved off by Bao Yuqin, and he squatted in the corner with a blue head on his head, staring at the cat painting hanging on the wall. He was extremely honest.

Bao Yuqin said: "Thanks to you, since I invited this cat immortal back, Qiang Bing has been much better, but he eats less and doesn't speak. Can you think of a way to make him eat more?"

"Forgot what I said?"

"No, I didn't forget. I was afraid that the food would be too good to tempt him to leave. I was just afraid that he would starve."

"Hungry is not bad. He is away from home every day, wandering outside and causing trouble. He also eats too much and has nothing to do. Being hungry will only do him good but no harm."

"Would it be better for him if we gave him less porridge?"

"No need, any less will make you really hungry. Just listen to my arrangements and don't think about it all day long."

"Hey, I listen to you. Well, the grandson of my uncle's sister's sister has been having a fever recently. Can you please take a look at it?"

"The clinic is open, just come."

"Then I'll call her and ask her to come over with the baby in a moment."

Bao Yuqin, an old sister from her uncle's family, came very quickly, and she didn't carry the child alone. She was accompanied by a large group of people, including but not limited to the child's parents, grandfather, grandparents, and three children. An aunt, two uncles, and a bunch of girls ranging from four or five to seventeen or eighteen years old.

When a guy rushes into the room, he's full of people.

I have never experienced such a lively scene in my life.

Fortunately, this family is quite well-educated. Even though they came a lot, they didn't make any noise. They just watched quietly, which was rare.

"Mr. Xiao Zhou, please tell me what's wrong with this child. When I went to the hospital, they only said he had inflammation, and even after five days of taking anti-inflammatory drugs, he didn't get better. This was the same story after being transferred to several hospitals. Our old doctor Zhu also asked someone to find an expert from the Provincial Pediatrics Hospital, but he didn’t give any reason. He just asked him to observe for a while longer. He also said that there have been many cases of unexplained fever recently, and most of them will recover naturally after a week of low-grade fever. "

Bao Yuqin, the elder sister of my uncle's family, is very rich. She is neatly dressed and wears glasses. She looks a bit old-fashioned. At first glance, she is a cultured person. She speaks clearly and politely with a habitual dignity. It was obvious that he was a powerful person in this big family. Her old man was sitting next to her. From his appearance and appearance, he looked like a retired cadre, but he remained silent.

The child was only three years old. He was neatly tidied up and had a thin silver bracelet on his wrist. He was not very energetic. When he tried it with his hand, he found that his forehead was warm and he still had a low fever.

When children get sick, they are not afraid of having a fever, but they are afraid of being lethargic.

I felt my pulse and pinched my fingers to look at the back of my palm. After a set of procedures, I felt a little guilty in my heart. I took off my shoes and socks again, pinched my chubby little foot and looked at it. I saw a bruise the size of a finger on the back of my left foot. Just asked: "When did this appear?"

The old lady glanced back, and the child's mother standing behind said quickly: "I found it ten days ago. I went to the hospital and they said it was a serious injury. It will heal in a few days."

I asked again: "On the second day or the third day after the bruise was discovered, did the child start to have a fever?"

The child’s mother said: “The third day, does it have anything to do with this?”

The old lady said: "Don't talk nonsense, listen to your husband!"

The child's mother didn't dare to say anything anymore.

I pointed to the row of girls at the back and said, "Take off your right shoes. Let me take a look."

The old lady glanced back and saw that the group of young and old girls, totaling nine in total, all took off their shoes and placed their bare feet in a row in front of me.

I looked at them one by one, asked them to put their shoes back on, and asked the old lady, "This is the only boy in the family, and you don't want any more?"

The old lady said: "That's it. The country has policies. Our family is a public servant, so we must abide by the rules."

I thought for a moment and asked, "Experts from the Provincial Pediatrics Hospital have said that there have been a lot of cases like this recently? Are they all boys?"

The old lady immediately glanced at the old man next to her.

The old man was actually a little careless, obviously he didn't believe my plan, but he was frightened by the old lady's power and did not dare to express his opinion. Now that he was brushed off by the old lady, he hurriedly sat up straight, coughed leisurely, and cleared his mind. He raised his voice and raised his voice, then said: "I don't know much about this matter. We are going to see a doctor and we didn't ask that much..."

"If you don't know, just ask! San'er, give your dad the phone!"

The old lady yelled, startling the old man. He didn't care about putting on airs. He quickly took the mobile phone handed over by the father of the child behind him and dialed a number.

"Hello, Professor Yang? I'm Zhu Zhengmin. Hey, hey, hey, I'm bothering you. Is it convenient to talk now? Ah, I just want to ask you something. You said before that there are a lot of people like my little grandson lately. Yes, are they all boys? Oh, that’s right, thank you. I’ll make an appointment with Lao Ge later and let’s get together. Haha, I still have a few bottles of old puree at home. I went to Beijing before. At that time, I got it from the old chief, but I haven't been willing to drink it. Let me take it with me and let's try it together. Oh, I'll tell you more about it later, so you can get busy first."

After hanging up the phone, the old man's expression was a little subtle. He glanced at the old lady first, and then looked at me more seriously, "Professor Yang said that all the ones he received were boys!"