The American Scripture

After explaining a few words to Molly, seeing that her condition is more stable, Zhen Fan nodded and smiled: "Your problem is not very serious, but it is related to your physique and quality of life. If... you can't get it With good conditioning, I can’t guarantee what will happen if you take drugs next time."

"No... I didn't take drugs, it was Nancy... She forced..." Molly tried to explain.

"I know, anyway, if you encounter something like this in the future, you call me, I know Dean here, does Dean know? The boss of Temecula, I think there is no gangster who will not sell his face. ." Zhen Fan nodded at her, then took out one of his business cards and handed it to Molly.

"I'm going back, are you with me?" Zhen Fan turned to ask Brenda.

"Of course!" Brenda grinned.

"Goodbye, Molly, go to my clinic tomorrow, I will give you another injection, and you will be better!" Zhen Fan looked at Molly's pain has slowly subsided, and nodded at her. Picked up his bag and walked out. Brenda hurriedly followed behind him.

"I want to find you, but you are not at home!" Brenda had nothing to say.

"I have to go to work, go to the clinic, and return home in the afternoon!"

"So I came here, Molly is very pitiful, you have seen the situation just now!" Brenda pursed her lips, "I still appreciate your being able to treat her for free." Brenda will "free" Two words are bitten hard.

"Are you afraid that I will charge?" Zhen Fan laughed when he heard it.

"No...well, I'm really worried!" Brenda admitted.

"Get in the car. Nonsense!" Zhen Fan greeted Brenda in the car and drove straight to his residence.

It's not long, it's here in a while. Zhen Fan parked his car in the garage and then asked Brenda to get out of the car.

"Go home!" Zhen Fan glanced at Brenda and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"I want to sit there with you!" Brenda quit, trying to dawdle with Zhen Fan.

"Go home, I'll call Mr. Raymond if I don't go home!" Zhen Fan said as he took out the phone, and pretended to press the key on it. He wanted to scare Brenda.

"My dad is not at home!" Brenda did not eat him.

"Then I call Angela the same!"

"My mother won't care about me for these things. I'm not a kid anymore. Don't treat me that way. I'm a woman. You have to look at me like Christine!" Brenda He raised his head, his neck was long and fair.

"Well, you sit down for a while, I'll cook. I'll go back after eating!" Zhen Fan shook his head. He didn't want to quarrel with a girl at the door.

The next day, Molly came very early. After Zhen Fan gave her a needle, she nodded, feeling that her physique was not very good, and prescribed some health-care medicine in it, explaining her method of cooking. Because Tang Shaoyang hasn't returned yet, so he ordered medicine. Zhen Fan had to do it himself.

After sending away the grateful Molly, Zhen Fan suddenly missed Tang. Need to see a doctor and some medicine. I am really more tired than before. Picking up the phone on the desk, I wanted to dial one out, but after thinking about it, I put it down again. Old Tang is a man of measure. If it weren't for the delay of important things, he wouldn't be here yet.

For Old Tang, Zhen Fan did have some ideas, and gave him his medical skills as much as possible, and then the clinic gave him the lead, and he had more time to deal with other things, such as buying a vineyard , Or buy a yacht to go to the sea and so on.

Of course, this is just an idea and has not communicated with Tang Shaoyang.

Fisher came here with perseverance every day, let Zhen Fan realize his dream for him. But it’s really not easy to do this. Zhen Fan also tried various possibilities, but... even for a person like him, unless you give him the Taoist cultivation method, let him use his own inner strength. Breath exercises one's own muscles and bones, otherwise, relying only on the silver needle of the external internal breath imperial envoy like Zhen Fan will not last long.

"Fisher...I have to say that your decision is indeed a bit wrong!" Zhen Fan decided not to work harder in this regard, unless one day he made a breakthrough in his attempts or found a new way.

"I know this is outrageous!" After a few days, Fisher felt that his body had become more energetic, his muscles had not changed much, and he was a little discouraged.

"You will find a way, but not now!" Zhen Fan sent Fisher out.

"Hi, Fisher!" Annie greeted him in front.

"Anne... forget it!" Fisher originally wanted to talk to Annie a little bit, but now he is not in the mood. When he goes out, he may still be a little unwilling to give up, "Zhen, if you find a way, you must Tell me, or else, I'll call and bother you every day!"

"Better you don't do this!" Zhen Fan pointed at him, "I will find a way. Of course, this has to be told by my subordinates. Okay, goodbye, Fisher!"

"Goodbye!" Fisher left, Zhen Fan turned around and smiled at Annie, "Finally, you won't worry anymore."

"What did you say?" Annie asked.

"Fisher, troublesome troublemaker, I can finally kill someone!" Zhen Fan smiled, and when Annie reacted, Zhen Fan walked into the office.

The face of the next patient is a bit of a middle-aged man, his face is a little abnormal, a little red. The back is also a little rickets. Zhen Fan asked him to sit on the sand, and the chair was a little panic for him.

"Doctor, look at me, the color of my face, do I have hepatitis?" The patient saw Zhen Fan, and said quickly, a little anxiously, "I think I just have hepatitis, it may be a serious one. ."

"Oh?" Zhen Fan looked at him, "You should go to the hospital for a check-up to see your clothes and leather shoes. You should have your own personal doctor. Why should you come here?" Obviously this middle-aged person has a somewhat different performance. The man in pain is a rich man.

"Yes, you are right. I have a private doctor. He told me that it might be jaundice. It's really bad. I don't want to go to those big hospitals. Smells those unpleasant smells, and... to be honest, I plan to Fire my personal doctor. I don't trust him."

As the man said, his fingers kept turning the ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"Why come to me? This is just a small Chinese medicine clinic!" Zhen Fan put down his pen and looked at him, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Terrence Cranston!"

"Well, Mr. Cranston. Can you tell me what happened?"

"That's it. When I was going to sea, because when I was raising the sail. I was poked in my chest.... You know, everyone who owns a yacht. Will do it. It was a bit painful, but I didn't stop. But... after I got home, I slept. I could barely stand up."

Zhen Fan couldn't help laughing.

"You laughed. Zhen, does this mean it's not very serious?"

"No, I'm thinking, why do you distrust your personal doctor?" Zhen Fan held Bi in his hand and turned it a bit. "Isn't this a very interesting thing?"

"Oh, Dr. Zhen, I trust you. I just came here. Because of your reputation on TV, I know your medical skills are very good. But this is not a reason to laugh at me." Mr. Cranston somewhat Irritated.

"Well, let's not talk about this!"

Zhen Fan smiled and shook his head, then leaned back.

"You are in big trouble, Mr. Cranston!"

"What? Oh, no, are you talking about my illness? How serious is it?" Mr. Cranston was a little panicked, stammered, and waved his hands. "Well, you tell me the truth. I can bear it."

"It's not your disease!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "Oh, have you told your wife about your disease?"

"No, she didn't ask, so I didn't tell her either!"

Zhen Fan slowly tapped the table with a pen, making a slow and monotonous "dada da da" sound. Mr. Cranston looked at Zhen Fan nervously.

"Well, let me tell you the reason!" Zhen Fan hooked his finger towards him, "Your wife has an affair, and it is not someone else, it is your personal doctor!"

"What?" Obviously Kraston looked surprised, and looked at Zhen Fan with his mouth open, as if looking at another monster, "This...this is impossible!"

"No, it's possible, it's a fact, man!" Zhen Fan suddenly stopped tapping the table and looked at Kraston, "You have all changed color. You have noticed it yourself, but your wife Didn't notice the changes in her husband, you know what it means. She doesn't care at all!"

"This...not enough for you to convince me!" Cranston shook his head.

"Did you take the medicine prescribed to you by your private doctor?" Zhen Fan then asked.

"Yes, this is the reason why I don't trust him. I have become like this, getting worse and worse, but he is helpless, which makes me feel very angry, but what you said...what does it matter?" Langston said aloud in dissatisfaction, "I love my wife, I love her!"

"This is the root cause of your misfortune!" Zhen Fan said, "I suggest you go to the hospital for an examination, including your liver and your spleen!"

"why?"

"In addition~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you have to find a good lawyer, and I suggest you complain to the government health department and revoke your private doctor's license." Zhen Fan shrugged at him.

"Am I serious? Why didn't you give me treatment and said those things?" Cranston was a little dissatisfied, but he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say what it was.

"Follow my instructions. If the hospital doesn't give you a solution, you will come to me again, but... you know, the more difficult the illness, the more expensive my charge!" Zhen Fan held a pen on the paper Wrote a number.

"One hundred thousand dollars? God, this is a crime, you are robbing!" Cranston couldn't help but cried.

"No, compared to your expensive life, one hundred thousand dollars is very worthwhile. Don't I suggest you go to the hospital for treatment first? They will definitely spend much less money to treat you!"

"Goodbye!" Cranston got up and walked out angrily, "I don't want to come back again!" He shouted at Zhen Fan. When I walked to the door, I was still muttering: "It's crazy, my wife has an affair? Oh, it's crazy!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!