Tongren dical Clinic, located in the bustling area of Anhe Road, is adjacent to the snack street. With its sixty-year-old history, it has beco a landmark of the Ancient Street.
The current owner of the Tongren dical Clinic is nad Zhao Changgui. He possesses exceptional dical skills and profound knowledge in traditional Chinese dicine, attracting patients throughout the year who seek his expertise.
Xu Xiangbei pulled up in his Ferrari and parked at the entrance of the Tongren dical Clinic. He rolled down his car window and saw a long queue of forty to fifty patients waiting for dical consultations in front of the clinic.
"Is this the Tongren dical Clinic? Quite the crowd, huh."
Xu Xiangbei casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and stepped out of the car.
"Xu Xiangbei, let’s leave. There are too many people. If a commotion breaks out, and we beco a laughingstock, I would be even more embarrassed."
Ding Keke lowered her head timidly, almost pleading as she spoke.
Xu Xiangbei shook his head and confidently strode into the Tongren dical Clinic.
At the clinic entrance, a young man wearing a lab coat and sporting a middle-part hairstyle was sitting on a rosewood chair, legs crossed, holding a wad of cash, and happily humming a tune.
"Stop."
The young man suddenly blocked a hunched old lady and said in a deep voice, "All patients seeking dical consultations need to pay a registration fee of one thousand yuan at the entrance."
"Young man, I just have a little headache and fever, nothing major."
The old lady, her face full of wrinkles, forced out a smile.
"Sorry, but this is a dical clinic, not a charity house. The rules can’t be broken. If you can’t afford it, please leave and don’t delay the custors behind you."
The young man impatiently waved his hand.
"Young man, I’m eighty-two this year and have been waiting in line for an hour. Can you make an exception?" The old lady spoke cautiously, in a humble tone.
"Ma’am, don’t you understand human language?"
The young man stood up, his voice cold and stern.
"Honestly, the old lady is just seeking treatnt for a minor issue, and you charge a thousand yuan for registration? That’s too expensive!"
"It’s not easy for the old lady; can’t you make an exception?"
"Exactly, everyone has an elder in the family. Can’t they practice so respect for the elderly and love for the young?"
"Tongren dical Clinic indeed has this rule: entering requires a one-thousand-yuan registration fee. Additionally, the dicine here is three to four tis more expensive than outside. But there’s no choice. Zhao Changgui’s reputation is so renowned that even Jiangcheng TV Station invited him for an interview. Too many patients co because of his fa. Without money, one can only go to clinics with no reputation."
The patients in the queue all glared angrily at the young man but only complained in low voices, fearing they might provoke his displeasure and be refused treatnt.
"Brother Zhao, don’t bother with an old lady. Just let her go."
At this mont, a girl in heavy makeup wearing a red tight-fitting long skirt stepped out of the clinic, carrying a cup of tea, and handed it to the young man, "Here, have so tea."
"Xiao Li, you really know how to show care."
The young man smiled when he saw the girl and gave her a playful smack on her rounded butt, then sat down leisurely to sip the tea.
"Hmm?"
Xu Xiangbei happened to see this scene, raised an eyebrow, and scrutinized the girl in front of him.
Honestly, the girl’s attire was very tacky, with heavy makeup, looking average, and except for being thin, she didn’t exactly have an impressive figure.
Judging by her outfit, one might think she’s a hostess at a nightclub rather than a nurse saving lives in a clinic.
"A healer’s heart is full of compassion. For a clinic nad ’Tongren (Compassionate) Hospital’, you lack even a bit of it. I think you might as well change the na to ’Money Talks Hospital’!"
Xu Xiangbei smirked and strode up to the young man.
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the forty to fifty patients in the queue burst into laughter.
Ding Keke hid at the back of the crowd, not daring to co forward, keeping her head low, fearing Zhang Xiaoli might recognize her.
"Kid, where are you from? Don’t ddle in my business; get lost."
The young man glanced sideways at Xu Xiangbei.
Xu Xiangbei crossed his arms, smiled indifferently: "What if I just feel like ddling?"
Clap, clap.
The young man clapped his hands.
Imdiately, five or six young n in white lab coats marched out of the clinic, glaring angrily at Xu Xiangbei, ready to act at any mont.
"Kid, I advise you to be sensible and get lost. Our Tongren dical Clinic is famous, and the reason so many patients co seeking consultations is due to the superior dical skills. As the saying goes, ’You get what you pay for.’ If you think I’m lacking compassion, you can pay for the old lady yourself. But in today’s world, only a fool would intervene with chivalry. Judging by your shabby attire, I assu you can’t afford it either, so before I lose my temper, you’d better get lost!"
The young man looked Xu Xiangbei up and down with a very arrogant attitude.
"Young man, you’re a good person. I appreciate your goodwill. The old lady just has a mild headache and fever, it’ll pass with ti."
The kind-hearted old lady, seeing Xu Xiangbei about to have a conflict with the young man, hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.
Xu Xiangbei gave the old lady a gentle smile, "Grandma, don’t worry, I’ll make sure justice is served for you."
With that, he took out a key from his pocket and pressed it.
Beep beep!
The Ferrari sports car parked not far away unlocked at the sound.
"Hmm?"
Both the young man and Zhang Xiaoli looked over at the sound, their eyes fixed in surprise at the luxury car nearby.
"Oh, so you’re a rich guy. What do you say? Will you pay for the old lady?"
The young man raised an eyebrow with a playful tone.
"Haha, to be honest, I’m here to see a doctor too, but I don’t want to wait in line. How about if I give you ten thousand yuan, will you let see the doctor first?"
Xu Xiangbei sneered inwardly, speaking calmly.
"What!? You’d pay ten thousand yuan to see a doctor?"
Zhang Xiaoli’s eyes lit up, and she quietly tugged on the young man’s sleeve.
The young man understood and, with a slight upward tilt of his chin, smiled at Xu Xiangbei: "Haha, so you’re a patient seeking consultations too. Although your attitude was previously arrogant, I see you’re sincere. I can make an exception for you, but you’ll have to pay first."
Xu Xiangbei chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry, my illness is a bit difficult to treat. If I pay and you can’t cure it, don’t bla for ruining your reputation."
"Hmm?"
The young man’s face turned stiff, and he said coldly, "Kid, are you here to cause trouble on purpose? Let tell you, my father’s dical skills are exceptional. Except for incurable diseases, all other ailnts can be cured. You needn’t worry about that."
"That’s great."
Xu Xiangbei nodded with a smile, "I have a kind of anxiety disorder. When I see idiots, I get an urge to hit them. Can your father cure that?"
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