After being reborn and having his mind read, the cold and arrogant Zhan Ye kneeled down to coax

Chapter 210 Doctor Jiang, I want one too

Zhan Tingxiao is so embarrassed!

It would have been fine if this damn Chen Fei acted on his own, but Jiang Wan actually hung up the phone as soon as she asked him to answer it.

What do you mean?

Never contact each other again until you die?

Chen Fei's heart was pounding with fear at the strong low pressure behind him.

He bent down and apologized with a strong desire to survive: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhan, I won't dare to do it again."

"..."

Zhan Tingxiao pointed his finger in front of him and said, "Go away."

……

"Inexplicable seconds!"

Jiang Wan put down her phone and curled her red lips in confusion: What is there for me to talk about with him?

What a fool Chen Fei was. Why would he give his phone to that person?

Luckily she hung up quickly!

She straightened her cuffs and continued making the ointment.

By the evening, there were hundreds of freshly-baked rheumatism ointments on the spacious table.

After they cool down, arrange them one by one.

Zhao Jiahui asked: "Wanwan, should I put up a notice at the door and ask them to come and get the rheumatism ointment for free?"

"no need."

Jiang Wan said: "It was sprayed with paint yesterday, and now no one dares to come to the door."

"What should I do?"

"I'll go out and see you off. You guys can go home first."

Jiang Wan remembered that there were many vendors in the snack street next door. They worked from dawn to dusk, and their bodies must have some aches and pains.

So, she took some of the ointment and put it in her small cloth bag, then turned around and was about to go out.

Zhao Jiahui and others caught up with her: "Wanwan, let's go with you."

"No need, you have been with me for a hard day, go back now."

"But……"

"If you don't leave work, your salary will be deducted!"

Jiang Wan's words scared away the two workers, Li Yunjiao and Zeng Ziyi.

Only Zhao Jiahui was not short of money. She said generously, "Deduct as much as you like. I'll just be a light bulb when I go back home anyway. I might as well stay here and go shopping with you."

"Are Cheng Ma and Mr. Zhao still so close?"

"It's not my mom who's clingy, it's my dad!"

Zhao Jiahui complained: "The old man has been single for most of his life, and now he has finally met his white moonlight. Isn't he going to pull her away as hard as he can?"

"Hey, Wanwan, can you give my dad some aphrodisiac pills later?"

"Cough cough!"

A few handsome young men passed by them with blushing faces, which made Jiang Wan's face turn red as well.

She quietly reminded: "This is on the street."

"So what? We have this ability, so why are we afraid of others knowing it? Wanwan, I heard that you can make a lot of money by specializing in this area."

"Hey!"

Seeing that Miss Zhao was about to shout without any ladylike burden, Jiang Wan quickly covered her mouth and reminded her: "Our main attraction today is rheumatism ointment! Send the rheumatism ointment, OK?"

"OK!"

A three-finger gesture in response finally brought the little girl, who had accidentally strayed off the stairs, back to her right track.

Jiang Wan observed along the way.

He stopped in front of a fried noodle stall and asked: "Uncle, does your wrist hurt?"

"Yeah, yes, beauty, two servings of fried noodles?"

"Okay!"

It's dinner time.

Jiang Wan saw that although the noodle stall was set up on the roadside, the owner was a person who paid attention to hygiene.

So, I sat down at a small table on the side of the road.

While watching the boss flipping the wok, he asked, "Boss, why don't you apply medicine to your wrist pain?"

"I wiped it, but it didn't work."

The boss was in a hurry. He looked back at Jiang Wan and sighed, "How can a worker not have some occupational diseases? My hand can't even twist a towel when it's serious. This is the least serious one."

"How about trying my ointment?"

"Are you a seller of ointments?"

The boss saw Jiang Wan take out a piece of ointment from the small cloth bag and immediately became alert: "Sister, I don't allow selling products here. Don't scare my customers."

"I'm not trying to sell you anything. I just saw that you're feeling miserable, so I'm giving you one! If you don't feel any effect after applying it for five minutes, just throw it away."

"Give it to me? Isn't it a lie?"

"No lie, I paid first."

Jiang Wan said this, and directly scanned the code and gave the money for the fried noodles to the boss first.

The boss's hand was really hurting.

Thinking that tonight’s business has just begun, I don’t know how long it can last.

So he simply thanked Jiang Wan and took the ointment.

"Hey! You can't post it!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the small table next to us.

A customer came over nervously to remind the boss: "Boss, don't you watch the news? This Jiang Wan is the granddaughter-in-law of the black-hearted Zhan family. The fake medicine they sold 20 years ago killed many people. Do you still dare to use theirs?"

"Ah? Someone was killed?"

The boss was so scared that he quickly stuffed the ointment back into Jiang Wan's hand, saying in fear: "Sister, I have no grudge against you, you can't hurt me!"

"Boss, look."

Jiang Wan directly tore off the protective film of the ointment and applied it to her own hand. She asked, "If the ointment is not safe, would I dare to apply it on myself?"

"This……"

"You only applied it for a short while, so of course it's okay, but the boss's hand hurts, could it be that his situation is the same as yours?" said the diner.

Jiang Wan nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll stick to it as long as the boss does, so you guys can rest assured, right?"

Jiang Wan took out another piece of ointment and gave it to the boss, promising: "Boss, after you apply it, you can go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. I will pay for the medical expenses for both the ointment and your hand."

“……” Are you willing to spend so much money?

It doesn't look like he wants to harm anyone, otherwise how could he have the confidence to do so?

While they were talking, people around them looked over curiously.

Someone recognized Jiang Wan and was about to point fingers and mutter, but suddenly heard Jiang Wan say confidently: "Everyone here, if you have rheumatoid arthritis, you can try my ointment. As long as you are not allergic to these herbs, I am not afraid of you trying it. If there is any problem, I will compensate you a hundred or eighty times."

"Oh, rich people are always confident when they speak! But if that's the case, it seems like we have nothing to lose by trying?"

Among the onlookers, many had tendonitis due to years of hard work or excessive typing on the keyboard at work.

After hearing Jiang Wan's suggestion that the pain can be relieved in five minutes, they were all eager to try: "Well, there are only two possible results if we try it. Either the pain in my hand goes away, or I get ten or a hundred times the compensation. It's worth it either way! Jiang Wan, I'll try it."

"Okay! Here you go."

Jiang Wan gave one to the young man.

I saw that other onlookers also stretched out their hands: "Let me try it too!"

"I'll try too."

"Okay, okay, I have them all!"

Jiang Wan grabbed a handful of ointment and gave it to Zhao Jiahui, asking her to distribute it.

"Please check the ingredients of the medicine first. If you are allergic to any of the medicines, don't use it."

"Jiang Wan, if something goes wrong, will you really compensate for it?"

"Yes! My clinic is right in front, are you afraid that I will run away?"

I am not afraid that everyone will not believe it, I am just afraid that everyone will not want to try!

Therefore, when the ointment brought by Jiang Wan was distributed smoothly, she raised the corners of her lips with joy.

Then, wait for them to stick on and the medicine will take effect.