A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

Chapter 166 Punishment
The middle-aged man chatted for a while and said: "I'm really annoyed by waiting in line to see a doctor. Brother, you probably won't be able to get in line today. Why don't you try the doctor who treated me well last time?"

The old man hesitated. Seeing this, the middle-aged man increased his persuasion. Then he made a gesture with the hand holding the mobile phone. A woman in her 50s walked next to her. She was dressed very ordinary. She walked closer and pretended to be sudden. Seeing the discovery, he excitedly communicated with the middle-aged man.

The two agreed to let the middle-aged man take the lead to go to the doctor last time to prescribe medicine. The middle-aged man asked the old man next to him if he wanted to go with him. This time the old man stood up without hesitation and pulled the aunt next to him to follow. The middle-aged man walked out of the hospital gate and walked into the alley to the west.

Zhang Lan watched several people enter a courtyard not far behind. Zhang Lan walked closer and found a sign hanging next to it: Kyoto Kyoyou Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. There was also a sign next to it, which said "Kyoto No This Hall Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital". Institute.Six or seven people were already standing in the yard, waiting in line to register. A few middle-aged men were also waiting in line behind them, talking to the people next to them from time to time.

Seeing four or five people walking in one after another and lining up at the back of the team, Zhang Lan's expression sank and he looked around.Walking to the gap between two vans parked on the side of the road not far away, I looked around and saw that there were no surveillance cameras around. As the thoughts came to my mind, the 'Five Elements Theory' and all kinds of brilliance gathered together, covering Zhang Lan's whole person, and then slowly Zhang Lan disappeared completely on the spot.

As the whole person disappeared, Zhang Lan walked towards the entrance of the hospital. After avoiding the queue of people, Zhang Lan walked to the registration office and found that after paying for the registration, she was only given a medical record book, without even a receipt for the registration fee.

The registered uncle and the middle-aged man helped the aunt to the third floor. After arriving on the third floor, Zhang Lan found that although there were many departments written on them, the doors were all closed, and there was only one on the entire third floor where everyone was queuing up. The department is holding a consultation.

Zhang Lan walked to the door of the room. Inside, there was an old man in his 60s with white hair sitting at the table taking the patient's pulse. Standing next to him was a young man with glasses.

Zhang Lan looked at the roll-up poster standing at the door. It said: The old man's surname is Zhao. He is a well-known expert and professor of traditional Chinese medicine in Kyoto. He is a general practitioner and has a deep understanding of various difficult and complicated diseases. , there is a unique method of treatment.

Zhang Lan observed at the door for a while. Dr. Zhao usually took the patient's pulse and asked about the patient's past symptoms and condition, where he had been treated, and what medicine he had used.Then he casually says a few words and starts writing prescriptions on the table. Usually it starts with two courses of treatment, and the minimum cost is more than 3000 yuan.

After seeing five or six patients, Dr. Zhao prescribed more than RMB 3 to RMB [-] worth of traditional Chinese medicine. Some people also asked that their homes were far away from here and wanted to take the prescription home with them and then refill the prescription locally.

As a result, he was rejected by the young doctor on the side, saying that some medicines would only be effective if they had undergone specific treatment here. If he went back with the prescription and took the medicine according to the prescription, he might cause problems.

After watching for a while, Zhang Lan walked aside and found an uninhabited place where he could see the situation in the room. As the 'Tightening Curse' was cast, a yellow rotating aperture appeared above the heads of the two doctors in the room, and then their eyes His face turned pale for a moment, and then the white-haired Doctor Zhao, who was sitting at the table, shook his head and then lay down next to the table. Zhang Lan immediately canceled the tight spell on him. He did not expect that this man was looking at him. Dr. Zhao, whose face was glowing red, was actually so weak.

Next, Zhang Lan opened his spiritual eye of merit and cast a tight spell on all the doctors in the room and the few people gathered around him, led by a middle-aged man. As the medical staff all turned pale, they moved a little. He was panting and sat on the ground one by one, not wanting to move. Some of the patients and family members who followed him left quietly, while others took their mobile phones and started calling the police.Zhang Lan had quietly left the scene at this time, walked to the subway entrance and took the subway back to his acupuncture therapy center.

In the room of the physical therapy center, Zhang Lan sat on the sofa and looked at the transparent panel in front of him. He thought that a lot of merit would be deducted this time, but he didn't expect that the number on the panel not only did not decrease, but actually increased a little. 'Reward the good and punish the evil', Zhang Lan had this thought in his mind, but he didn't think about it in detail. Regardless of whether he was surrendered or not, he felt happy and enlightened after punishing this group of doctors.

He stood up and sat at the computer table he just bought. He opened the computer's music software. As the singing echoed in the room, Zhang Lan sat at the tea table and started to make tea leisurely.

"I'm not an angel, I'm not a saint..." While Zhang Lan was listening to the song and making tea, the cell phone on the side rang. Zhang Lan reached out and picked up the cell phone and saw that it was her mother calling. The call came.

Zhang Lan stood up, paused the song, hung up the phone and called again.After answering the phone, he said, "Mom, what are you calling about?"

Zhang Lan's mother said on the phone: "Do you have time recently? If you have time, go home."

"Did something happen at home? I'm fine here. You can buy a ticket and take the high-speed train back today." Zhang Lan bent down to turn off the computer and started to turn off the electric switch in the house.

"Everything is fine at home, but didn't your sister-in-law buy a truck to work at Tian Qingyong's factory? This morning, the driver hired by your sister-in-law was driving on the road and was hit by a drunkard riding a motorcycle from a nearby village. The driver was riding a motorcycle. He died on the spot. Then the driver may have been frightened. He got out of the car and ran home. Later he called your sister-in-law. Your sister-in-law and the driver went to the scene together later. The police were already there. Yes." Zhang Lan's mother said.

After hearing this, Zhang Lan said speechlessly: "It's not his responsibility why the driver ran away. It doesn't matter if he ran away. Now many things are unclear."

"Who says it's not the case? The driver is a young kid from your sister-in-law's village. He may have had nothing to do. He was frightened and ran home before he remembered to call your sister-in-law and the others. But by then it was already too late and the police were here. It’s here.” Zhang Lan’s mother said on the phone.

"Okay, I understand. I'll book a ticket right now and take the high-speed rail back today or tomorrow." Zhang Lan said with a sigh.

After turning off the water and electricity in the store and locking the door, Zhang Lan called Qin Yongjun while walking. After briefly talking to Qin Yongjun about the situation on the phone, Qin Yongjun also said speechlessly: "Why is this driver running? , if he doesn’t run and call the police, the most he can do is ask for compensation from the insurance, but now there are lawsuits that are easy to litigate, and he might even go to jail.”

"This is all his business. The problem is that if he is convicted of escape, my sister-in-law and the others are affiliated with Tian Qingyong's factory. Regarding the compensation, the factory and my sister-in-law may have to deal with it. This is the troublesome thing, so I I have to go back and see how this matter is resolved." Zhang Lan sighed.

(End of this chapter)