"Let's go and continue school."

Wang Doudou clapped his hands, opened the door and got in the car.

It was too easy for her to kill these people.

It was just a joke, as casually as trampling a few ants to death.

The other side!

Chen Bufan arrived at Wan Yanran's medical clinic and said hello to his senior sister. The two looked at each other and smiled and started getting busy.

Although I want to kiss Fangze and be intimate for a while, the occasion must be different.

There are too many patients. Let’s deal with them first.

The medical center called over two traditional Chinese medicine doctors, not to treat patients, but to take medicine.

The two sisters, one on the left and one on the right, saw the doctor more than twice as fast as usual.

As the saying goes, men and women can work together without getting tired.

One patient after another left, and it was past eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Sitting here every day is boring. I don’t know how Second Senior Sister can bear it.

Anyway, Chen Bufan couldn't stand it.

Too boring.

"Next!"

Chen Bufan shouted without raising his head.

"What are the symptoms? Briefly describe them to me."

"Aren't you a doctor?"

The man said in a muffled voice, "What kind of disease is it? Diagnose it yourself."

Chen Bufan frowned and raised his eyes.

I saw a tall man with a black face sitting on the other side. He had big arms and a round waist, and his whole body was full of muscles. His head was square and square, which was a bit strange.

In other words, there is nothing wrong with a doctor treating people and diagnosing the symptoms alone.

But it is normal to ask why you came to the hospital and what symptoms you have.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking and feeling.

This question is also one of the key steps.

"Stretch your hand over here."

Chen Bufan didn't care and said calmly.

The man rolled up his sleeves and stretched out a thick arm.

Chen Bufan touched each other with three fingers, his eyes paying attention to each other from time to time.

"Are you sure you are sick?"

Half a minute later, Chen Bufan withdrew his hand.

"Nonsense, of course I'm sick."

"Tell me more specifically."

"You are a doctor, you ask me?"

Back to the starting point.

"You have some convulsions and epilepsy."

"Who are you talking about?"

"you!"

"Fuck you!"

The man said angrily.

"Am I wrong?

If you are not sick, come to our clinic. If it’s not a case of convulsions, then it’s something else.”

"You said I had convulsions, right?"

"right!"

Chen Bufan confirmed.

"hehe!"

The man smiled, a dagger appeared in his hand, and stabbed Chen Bufan directly.

ill!

Purely sick!

There are obviously many opportunities to assassinate Chen Bufan, so why be cautious before taking action?

When you first sit down, wouldn't it be better to just pounce?

Or when diagnosing the pulse, something unexpected happens.

Does he have a big head?

Regardless of whether it is successful or not, at least the probability is much higher.

A disease in the head must be treated. If not treated in time, it will become more and more serious and become more and more unreliable.

As soon as the dagger came out, Chen Bufan turned sideways to avoid it and turned his palm into a knife to chop it off.

"Wow!"

The dagger falls.

Chen Bufan supported the table with his arms and kicked out his legs.

The movements are coherent and very beautiful.

The man was kicked out.

The hospital suddenly became a mess, with many patients rushing out.

"Oh my God, I killed someone."

"You stepped on my shoes, bitch."

"Walk quickly, walk quickly, and the illness can be delayed any longer. If you leave too late, your life will be gone."
Chapter completed!