world famous doctor

Chapter 321

Zhou Chen strode forward, pinched Zhang Chong's hand, and flung it aside: "Let her go, don't make any moves."

Zhang Chong is about 1 meters tall, and Zhou Chen is a head shorter in front of him.

He raised his hand on top of Zhou Chen's head to show his height, and then started mocking.

"Damn it, Xiaomeng, I didn't mean you. You broke up with me and found such a short man with short ribs. Aren't you trying to anger me?"

He continued to laugh loudly, grabbed Shen Meng's hand again, and yanked towards the car: "Go with me."

Zhou Chen said coldly behind him: "I'll tell you one last time, let her go, or I won't be polite."

Zhang Chong didn't pay attention to his words at all. He dragged Shen Meng into the car with all his strength. He found a watermelon knife from the car and walked towards Zhou Chen while cursing: "You're welcome? I want to do it today." Look, how can you be so polite?"

Zhou Chen didn't take him seriously at all, and stood there quietly without blinking his eyes or beating his heart.

When Zhang Chong walked up to him and viciously raised his knife high and slashed at his head, Zhou Chen quickly grabbed his wrist and gradually pulled it back forcefully.

Zhang Chong immediately let go of the pain, and the knife fell to the ground. He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Brother... Brother, let go, if you break it again, it will be broken!"

Shen Meng jumped out of the car and persuaded: "Zhou Chen, forget it, let's go, don't cause trouble."

Zhou Chen saw that there were more and more people watching the excitement on the street, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he let go and shouted sharply: "If you dare to pester Shen Meng again in the future, see how I will deal with you."

Zhou Chen turned around and prepared to leave with Shen Meng.

Zhang Chong remained stubborn, picked up the knife from the ground, and struck Zhou Chen in the back.

Shen Meng looked back and shouted: "Zhou Chen, be careful."

Zhou Chen had expected it a long time ago, he turned around quickly, snatched the knife from his hand easily, raised his hand and slashed it, and everyone was so frightened that they were blindfolded.

Zhang Chong was so scared that he peed his pants in an instant.

The sharp watermelon knife cut Zhang Chong's trouser waist in an instant, the belt was cut in two, the trousers loosened and fell to the ground. He stood on the street, squatting on his buttocks, under a pair of cartoon pants with big eyes, and Drops of liquid dripped, making the crowd laugh.

This kid was scared to pee.

Zhou Chen swung the dagger in the air, and thrust it straight into the head of a utility pole four or five meters high by the street, a full four or five centimeters in. The handle of the knife kept vibrating back and forth, buzzing.

When leaving, Zhou Chen gave him a lesson: "If you do this again, it won't be your belt that I chop off. Get out!"

Zhang Chong saw that the man in front of him was unusual and agile, and he almost became a eunuch, so he nodded in fright, turned around and ran away.

Zhou Chen turned his head and smiled at Shen Meng with a relaxed face, and asked, "Is he really your boyfriend?"

"Well, it used to be, but it's not anymore."

While speaking, Shen Meng watched Zhou Chen look at him with firm and powerful eyes, and there was a bit of heroism in his deep eyes.

Zhou Chen then asked: "Look at my dick?"

Her heart was pounding, and she replied with some embarrassment: "I won't look."

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Along the way, as Shen Meng and Zhou Chen walked, she felt an extremely strong sense of security lingering around her, which was a feeling she had never felt with Zhang Chong.

Before they knew it, they came to a fork in Qinglong Village.

Zhou Chen stopped and said to her, "I'll be home soon, would you like to sit at my house for a while?"

When Shen Meng and Zhou Chen met each other's eyes, Shen Meng's heart surged, and she couldn't help being intoxicated by Zhou Chen's eyes, and she didn't make a sound for a long time.

Zhou Chen repeated again: "Do you want to sit at my house for a while?"

Only then did Shen Meng escape from his scorching gaze, and said, "Oh, no, no, I should go back to the clinic, in case any villagers come to see a doctor."

"Well, be careful on the road."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Chen turned around and left. After walking a few steps, Shen Meng suddenly rushed up from behind without a sound, grabbed Zhou Chen's shoulder, and bumped Zhou Chen's face suddenly. for a moment.

After touching it, Shen Meng quickly turned around and ran away shyly.

Zhou Chen touched his hot face and looked at her slim back, feeling hot in his heart.

Zhou Chen took the ceramic pot back to the medical clinic. After eating, they enjoyed the cool in the back yard.

Zhou Chen lifted the ceramic pot under his feet to the stone table and said, "Look, everyone, do you know what this is?"

One by one, they put their heads together, looked around the stone table, lifted the ceramic pot in front of their eyes, and shook it upside down. They didn't see any money, but only smelled a smell of urine.

Zhou Chen laughed and explained: "I bought this jar for 1 yuan."

"What, 1 yuan?"

When Zhu Dayong heard this, she stomped her feet angrily. She went back to the back room and took out the urine pot they used at night, put it on the stone table, and said:

"Old cousin, you bought such a broken urine tank for 1 yuan?" The words were full of blame.

When Liu Hanwen heard this, he was also very puzzled.

He said depressingly: "Xiao Chen, you have your own considerations in whatever you do. My fourth uncle usually supports it, but you spend 1 yuan to buy something like this... ugh..."

Liu Hanwen has always been euphemistic in his speech, but he still refrained from saying the words "broken urine pot".

Zhu Dayong was astonished, but couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He put his hand on Zhou Chen's head and touched it:
"You don't have a fever, why are you just doing stupid things?"

Zhou Chen patiently explained: "Don't think it looks like a urine jar, but it is actually an antique. It is a ceramic blue and white iron fired during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. It is worth at least 6 yuan."

Zhu Dayong snatched the ceramic pot, walked out the door, and said:

"I don't read much, and I don't know much. I'll ask someone who understands to help me."

Hearing Zhu Dayong yelling at the door of the medical center, many villagers and neighbors gathered around the door.

As soon as Zhu Dayong opened the door, he saw a lot of people, so he held up the ceramic pot and asked:

"Big guy, show me for me, is this broken urine tank worth 1 yuan?"

Zhou Chen came out of the door and reiterated, saying:
"This is a blue and white iron from the Qing Dynasty."

"Iron? Damn, who pees so hot?"

One booed and everyone laughed.

An old man took the ceramic jar, looked at it, and sighed:
"Hey, the narrow mouth of the bottle is really a design failure. My dick can't even fit in, and I have to aim to pee."

A brother surnamed Li stepped forward and added:
"Come on, take a closer look at the opening. It's a small funnel-shaped oval dish, wide on the outside and narrow on the inside. It's specially designed for women..."

Everyone laughed, and a young man stepped forward and shook his head, saying:

"You are wrong, this is a blue and white butterfly pattern with hundreds of flowers..."

Zhou Chen finally heaved a sigh of relief, and he can be regarded as a knowledgeable person.

But after listening to the second half of the sentence, I almost vomited blood.

"...The night pot with blue and white butterfly patterns and hundreds of flowers, everyone, look at this bag, it's not an authentic boy's urine that can't come out of this thing."

After a while, Aunt Zhang, Aunt Wang, and Sister-in-law Zhao from the neighborhood next door came to Baojitang Traditional Chinese Medicine Center with their urine pots.
"Xiaochen, look at this piss pot that my aunt has used for more than ten years. How much do you think it is worth? Auntie will sell it to you without any bargaining. It will be 56 or [-]."

Zhao Ersao also came over, holding her urine pot, and said embarrassingly:

"Five and sixty yuan, we'll sell you this one too."

Aunt Zhang stepped forward and asked in a low voice:

"Xiao Chen, how can you be a good doctor and change to the urine tank business?"

Zhou Chen got impatient and sent off:
"Go back quickly, and don't make trouble for me."

After sending everyone home, Zhou Chen went back to the backyard of the hospital to wash up with the ceramic pot alone.

(End of this chapter)