Heinous

Unforgive felt an irresistible urge to beat someone up in his heart, but Xue Zhe immediately raised his hand and put it on Unforgive's shoulder after hearing Du Yuanlin's words, in order to prevent a murder from happening in front of him.

That bit of strength could not suppress him at all, but after Bushe was silent for a while, he still relaxed his fist slowly.

Pressing Unforgiveness with one hand, Xue Zhe's head was full of black lines, and he felt that he wanted to give Du Yuanlin a lesson in love: "What nonsense are you talking about, I can have such a young daughter-in-law?"

"Hmph..." Du Yuanlin sat on the swivel chair and raised his legs, "Maybe it's because uncles and aunts are afraid that you won't be able to marry a wife, so they don't hesitate to violate the marriage law to find you a child bride——I just wanted to say, If it's a little boy, isn't the hair too long?"

He couldn't see the face, but it was not difficult to see the hair through the slits of the clothes.

"You can't marry a wife!" Xue Zhe slightly increased the strength in his hand, and sneered, "Based on our conditions, three wives and four concubines are normal!"

"If you had three wives and four concubines, I would be able to have 72 concubines!" Du Yuanlin retorted.Before Xue Zhe could come up with a rebuttal, Du Yuanlin took a stapler from the desk and knocked on the table, putting on a serious face like an old man judging a case: "Either draw blood or listen to lung sounds, you Is it too much to let me treat a disease without even letting me touch it?"

Xue Zhe thought for a while pinching his chin, and said, "Otherwise...would you be able to diagnose the pulse with a silk thread?"

"..." Du Yuanlin silently glanced at the stapler in his hand, and began to think about whether someone could shut up if he smashed it over. Father) can make you angry...Huh? Wait..."

Seeing Du Yuanlin thoughtfully, Xue Zhe asked, "What?"

"You're lucky, I really thought of someone who can help you." Du Yuanlin pressed the hands-free button on one side of the intercom phone, "It's not possible to diagnose the pulse by hanging silk, but it's still possible to see and ask—hey, Xiao Anzi..."

A cold voice came from the receiver: "Who is your name?"

"Ahem, Mr. An, there is a patient here, and he is not allowed to draw blood or touch him. He urgently needs your help." Du Yuanlin changed his flattering tone, "If you don't come, I will lose all face."

He chanted and sighed three times for a very normal sentence, like singing an opera, which made Xue Zhe get goosebumps all over his body.He, the observer, felt this way, and one can imagine the mood of the one who directly suffered the frontal attack.

"...Wait for me to come up." Kala, hang up.

"It's done." Du Yuanlin gave Xue Zhe an "OK" gesture.

"Do you still have Chinese medicine here?" Thanks to the fake foreign devil's name of "House Peeter" in this hospital.

"Rich people these days are either superstitious about Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, and we naturally have to follow the trend here," Du Yuanlin said with a chuckle, "The person who usually sits in the hall is an old doctor, the kind with a fairy style, and sitting there is the style of a master." The person who answered my call just now was his grandson, just like me, studying hard to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, and waiting to take his grandfather's class in the future...By the way, you don't know, his name is very funny, his name is Ann..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the internal medicine consulting room was pushed open.

"Yo, Mr. An!" Du Yuanlin jumped up immediately, and the man who rushed into the door bowed—as big as singing an opera.

The man who came in gave him a hard look, then nodded at Xue Zhe.

Xue Zhe looked at this person whom Du Yuanlin called "Master An", and found it quite interesting-of course he was not the age that should be called "Master", he looked at most about the same age as Du Yuanlin, but for some reason he put a Zhang Junxiu's face was as straight as granite, making people daunting.Such a face, coupled with the almost shiny white white coat on his body (Du Yuanlin's body looked clean at first, but it suddenly looked gray compared to him), made him not look like a doctor, On the contrary, he looks like a scientist—the kind who is cold-blooded and ruthless to experiment with living people.

After staring at Du Yuanlin, he cast his gaze over, stayed on Xue Zhe for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and said, "Hello."

"Hello." Xue Zhe is not very good at dealing with this kind of serious type, so he can only say hello dryly.

"Where's the patient?" That's what he said, but his eyes had already seen Bu'shi behind Xue Zhe.

"I said, Mr. An, don't be so serious..." Du Yuanlin was still noisy, "That's my classmate, Xue Zhe, don't scare people."

As he said that, he made another gesture of introduction to Xue Zhe: "This is one of the mainstays of our hospital in the future. It is said that he is the direct descendant of a certain family of traditional Chinese medicine. He will memorize "Materia Medica" from birth. "Compendium", that is called a family history... oh!"

Before Du Yuanlin could finish his sentence, the person who was introduced had already patted him lightly.It's strange to say that he didn't use much strength in his hands, but after that slap, Du Yuanlin screamed and ran away with his neck shrunk.

Xue Zhe joked with a smile: "Yo, your old man is getting more and more delicate, you can make it like this with a single slap."

Bu She who was behind him frowned slightly, reached out and gently tugged at Xue Zhe's clothes.Xue Zhe was taken aback, and before he could ask why, Du Yuanlin had already muttered: "You don't know how dark this kid's hands are...I'm not saying it's bad, why are you using such heavy hands?"

"If I don't tell you to shut up now, you'll talk endlessly." "Master An" sighed, as if he didn't seem to be too lazy to be serious anymore, with a helpless expression on his face, "My name is An, Andre."

"...Good name." Xue Zhe said sincerely.

The Chinese medicine doctor named Andre... Xue Zhe couldn't help but look him up and down for a while.

"His family has no foreign blood..." Du Yuanlin seemed to be very familiar with Andre, and the gossip came out quickly, "It's just that his family has to follow a formula for naming, the kind that has been passed down from generation to generation. His generation just happens to be It's 'De', this guy was born with horoscopes and five elements lack fire, so his grandfather named him 'De Lie'... Anyway, these three characters are genuine Chinese characters, so we can't sell them to foreign devils just because the pronunciation is more similar?"

While he was gossiping, Bushe had already gone over to sit at the table.Xue Zhe was paying attention to Andre over there while listening to Du Yuanlin's gossip, unavoidably a little distracted.

Chinese medicine should be fine... Seeing Andre taking his pulse seriously over there, Xue Zhe couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Theoretically speaking, the probability of problems in Chinese medicine should be greater than that of Western medicine. After all, Western medicine does not care about meridians and acupoints, which are common words in martial arts novels.However, compared to having someone draw blood for a test, Xue Zhe feels that the things that can be known by taking the pulse... seem to be less?

Fortunately, Andre's complexion has always been normal, and it doesn't look like there is anything wrong.

After a while, Andre stood up, "It's not a big problem, it's just that I got a little cold..."

Xue Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

"...And he suffered a lot of injuries before." Andre calmly continued the rest of the sentence, "What happened to him before?"

"I don't know either." Xue Zhe felt that his nonsense skills had become more and more proficient, and now he was able to make no clues on his face when he was talking nonsense with red lips and white teeth, "This kid just came to my house not long ago. You'll be sick."

"Really." Andre didn't seem suspicious, "Then I'll prescribe two medicines..."

"Anyway, isn't there a pharmacy down there, you can help me wrap it up." Du Yuanlin said.

"Okay." Andre nodded, "Then I'll get the medicine, you guys wait here for a while."

When Andre went out, Du Yuanlin began to whine and complain: "I can take care of such a small illness, but you procrastinated and didn't let me touch it, which made me pat that kid..."

"I don't think that slap of yours has anything to do with me, it's purely your own slap." Xue Zhe rolled his eyes at him, and then went over to look at him incredulously: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

His face had been a little pale before, but it seemed to be much better now.

"It's okay." Bu'she shook his head.

Compared with the discomfort on his body, the doctor just made him pay more attention.

Bushe moved his wrist—the cold feeling just now seemed to be still on his wrist, the doctor...

"It's good that you're fine." Xue Zhezheng breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly he heard two loud bangs from the corridor.

"What's going on?" Xue Zhe glanced at Du Yuanlin, who was also puzzled.

"Sir, today we..."

"Go away!"

After a loud roar, the door of the medical consultation room was pushed open forcefully, and the door panel slammed against the wall, making a loud noise.

The three people in the room immediately looked towards the door.The man who broke into the door was a very big man who still smelled strongly of alcohol.He was wearing a crumpled suit and tie indiscriminately. There was a pair of fierce eyes shining on his fleshy face, which made people daunting.

"Sir, we are resting today..." Du Yuanlin was taken aback by the man who broke in suddenly, but he still remembered his duty anyway, and stepped forward.

"Is there a hospital on vacation?" The man bared his teeth, with the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth, "I just watched it here today, can you show it to me?"

"This..." Du Yuanlin was not stupid. He saw a nurse poking his head out from behind the man, so he made a "call" gesture and said, "Our doctors are all resting today..."

"Aren't you a doctor?" The man rolled his eyes, and took two steps forward, forcing Du Yuanlin to step back, "Do you want to see?"

This is not to see a doctor, it is clearly to make trouble...

Xue Zhe definitely couldn't just watch things like this. Seeing the man approaching the desk step by step, he deliberately rescued Du Yuanlin, so he said, "Brother, this kid is really not a doctor. I want him to see a doctor." Eighty percent of people can see people more seriously...you wait here for a while, and the doctor will come later."

Presumably the nurse had already called the police, and the delay was over.

The man squinted at him, and Xue Zhe felt that he seemed to have listened to what he said, so he added two sentences: "Even if you are in a hurry, you can't see an unreliable doctor like him, just wait a little bit..."

"Wait for your mother!" The man suddenly shouted violently, picked up something and rushed towards Xue Zhe.Xue Zhe was caught off guard and could only raise his right hand to block his face, followed by a sharp pain from his wrist.

Depend on……

Xue Zhe staggered back two steps, squatted down, and held the wrist of his right hand, his expression twisted in pain.Gritting his teeth and enduring it, he raised his head, just about to say something, but was startled by the scene in front of him.

At some point, the aggressive man had already knelt on the ground, and what was stuck on his neck was Wu's right hand.The pale-looking hand just pressed on the man's neck, pressing the tall and burly man firmly to the ground.He raised his eyes to look at Xue Zhe, his eyes turned cold again, raised his left hand, and swiped towards the man's neck.

Afterwards, Xue Zhe can only say that he performed super-level - he ignored his painful wrist, stepped forward quickly, and grabbed Bu She's hand that was waving towards the man's neck.

The force from the wrist was not strong, almost negligible, but looking sideways at Xue Zhe, who was covered in cold sweat, Unforgiveness stopped his hand.

"Give it to me..." Enduring the pain in his right wrist, Xue Zhe opened Unforgiven's fingers with one hand, took out something inside, and held it in his palm.

After finishing this series of things, he breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall to breathe.

What he held in his hand was a blood collection needle - Du Yuanlin took it out just now, and it was originally intended to be used to draw blood for Bu She.

He held the needle firmly in his hand, feeling cold sweat all over his back.