"Wang Gensheng, you go too far." Wang Dashuang scolded loudly and stood up. As soon as he took a step forward, he fell to the ground because of the pain in his feet.
Wang Gensheng walked over, threw Zhou Xiuqin onto the sofa, and said angrily: "Why are you so excited? I'm leaving now."
"No, please don't." Wang Dashuang struggled to stand up, climbed to the sofa and sat up.
He knew that only Wang Gensheng could heal him now.
I just saw Wang Gensheng coming in with his wife on his back, and he was too anxious.
The main reason is that I didn't ask clearly.
Zhou Xiuqin glared at Wang Dashuang and lifted up the broken high-heeled shoe: "Wang Dashuang, these are good shoes you bought, they almost killed me.
If Gensheng hadn't carried me back, you would have waited to collect the body tomorrow morning, wuwuwu..."
Wang Dashuang also understood now that it was the high heels that caused his wife's foot to twist.
Then Wang Gensheng carried his wife back.
"Gensheng, it was my fault just now. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." Wang Dashuang was completely convinced. If he spoke harshly, it would only make the pain last longer.
Wang Gensheng looked at Wang Dashuang's feet and frowned: "When did your feet become sprained?"
"Around two o'clock in the afternoon." Wang Dashuang lied. At that time, he pretended to have a sprained foot and did not even go to the village headquarters.
Looking at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Wang Gensheng sighed: "Oh, it's been too long. I have no way to cure it. You should find another way."
"What? Aren't you a miracle doctor?" Wang Dashuang was completely shocked. Wang Gensheng was able to bring people back to life even when he treated diseases. Can't he still cure this disease now?
"Are you mistaken? I am a miracle doctor, but not a god. Besides, you have often called me a magician behind my back. I really don't have this ability."
Wang Gensheng looked at Wang Dashuang with a playful expression, looking cold and dignified.
"Gensheng, I beg you, just show me!" Wang Dashuang was now completely out of temper. In the morning, he was thinking of ways to deal with Wang Gensheng, but now he begged him shamelessly.
"When did your ankle sprain?" Wang Gensheng just sneered. The longer you don't tell the truth, the longer the pain will last.
"After dinner, I originally wanted to go to the village chief's house, but I was a little impatient when I went downstairs and accidentally fell." Wang Dashuang did not dare to tell lies anymore.
"Why did you pretend to have sprained your foot this afternoon?" Wang Gensheng looked at Wang Dashuang with another look of disdain.
"This morning, you accepted five thousand yuan from me. I felt a little unhappy, so I wanted to embarrass you, but I didn't expect it."
What Wang Dashuang didn't expect was that his niece Wang Xiaoyou would betray him.
He volunteered to count the numbers for the villagers, but in the end, Wang Gensheng was not embarrassed.
"Wang Dashuang, if I hadn't seen you as an elder, I would have slapped you into the wall. Others would have twisted you into a rope.
If you want to find a way to make a fortune, it would be better if you don't twist them into a rope and hold them back." Wang Gen cursed angrily, he was also drunk.
"Gensheng, it's my fault, it's my fault." Wang Dashuang now just wants to be cured as soon as possible. It doesn't matter how Wang Gensheng scolds him.
"It's better to heal your wife's foot first, lest you accuse me of taking advantage again." Wang Gensheng scolded her coldly.
Wang Dashuang is immune to anything. As long as Wang Gensheng treats his illness, he can do anything now.
Zhou Xiuqin's foot was not that serious at first, but Wang Gensheng rubbed and squeezed it, and also inserted a few silver needles, and it healed quickly.
Wang Gensheng treated Zhou Xiuqin's injuries without any distractions.
But when Zhou Xiuqin looked at Wang Gensheng, her little heart was beating hard.
Wang Gensheng looks so handsome with his eyebrows furrowed and acupuncture applied.
It felt like when his hand brushed over the injured area, it was like being kissed by the spring breeze.
Zhou Xiuqin's little face was flushed red, and she looked at Wang Gensheng with affection.
Wang Dashuang's lungs were about to explode.
But seeing Wang Gensheng's frosty look, I felt a little more at ease.
Who allowed himself to marry a petite wife who didn’t have good physical strength?
Wang Gensheng healed Zhou Xiuqin's injury and then sat down.
Zhou Xiuqin saw sweat on his forehead, so she came over to wipe it for him.
Wang Gensheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at it, but he saw a patch of pink and white snow with clear ravines.
If Wang Dashuang hadn't been in front of him, Wang Gensheng would have wanted to squeeze it hard, calmly said in a cold voice: "Do you have any liquor at home?"
"Yes, yes..." Before Zhou Xiuqin could speak, Wang Dashuang answered first.
"Haha, congratulations, you can answer the question quickly. Go and get two bottles of the best ones. I'll use them." Wang Gensheng said with a sly smile.
Wang Gensheng knew that Wang Dashuang would make money.
Some time ago, Li Gan contracted a project and gave him and the village chief many gifts.
In addition, Wang Dashuang wanted to go to town, so he would often buy good cigarettes and wine to honor his superiors. Good wine in this family is definitely indispensable.
Wang Dashuang was embarrassed for a while, looked at Zhou Xiuqin, and said coldly: "Daughter-in-law, go and take out the pair of Wuliangye!"
From Wang Dashuang's point of view, Wang Gensheng just wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail him.
In addition, I received 5,000 yuan in the morning, and now it’s hard to ask for treatment fees.
Zhou Xiuqin went down to the ground and walked barefoot. It was strange that her feet no longer hurt.
Wang Gensheng rushed to get a pair of Wuliangye and opened the bottle without saying a word.
Looking at Zhou Xiuqin, she smiled faintly again: "Go get a basin, preferably a washbasin."
After opening two bottles of wine, the room was filled with the strong aroma of wine. Good wine is good wine, and you feel comfortable when you smell it.
Zhou Xiuqin didn't understand what he meant and went to get a washbasin. Wang Gensheng picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine directly into it.
A bottle of wine cost more than a thousand yuan. After a few beeps, it was all poured into the basin.
This was like cutting off Wang Dashuang's flesh. He couldn't bear to drink it. This was wine that was going to be used as tribute!
Wang Gensheng brought the basin to Wang Dashuang and smiled coldly again: "Put your feet in it and wash it."
"Gensheng, this is good wine. It's more than a thousand yuan a bottle. What are you doing?" Wang Dashuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Your feet are so smelly. How can I treat you later? That's why I have to wash them with wine." Wang Gensheng said calmly, as if it were a matter of course.
Washing your feet with wine, which costs tens of dollars per bottle at home, isn’t this a waste of natural resources?
Wang Dashuang simply couldn't laugh or cry. This sprained foot must have cost too much!
When he put his foot into the wine, the cold air of the wine invaded, and another burst of severe pain came.
But my heart hurts even more.
These two bottles of wine together are worth more than 3,000 yuan!