"You lost." Song Qianqian announced the result to the tattooed man with clear eyes.
The tattooed man rubbed his eyes and stared at Uncle Song’s three K’s!
Open his again, there are two a’s and a 2??
He just clearly had two a’s and a k’s!
The tattooed man suddenly smashed the table with a "bang!" and pointed at Song Qianqian, "Smelly nun, you are playing tricks on me and tying her up!"
Song Qianqianzhi took half a step back calmly, and the umbrella in his hand opened and closed with a "Whoosh!". The little minion who came forward was pushed to the ground, with stars in his eyes and a nosebleed.
Young gangsters like them look arrogant, but in fact they are frightened at the sight of blood and are stunned.
She looked at the tattooed man lightly and said, "You have to rely on evidence to speak. Anyway, there is no order in this area."
The tattooed man looked at the person with a nosebleed on the ground, then at her, gritting his teeth, "Isn't there evidence?"
He also wanted to see what this stinky nun did!
So the second game started.
This time, she asked Uncle Song to prescribe the medicine in the first place.
Sure enough, Uncle Song is from the Medical University.
The tattooed man stared at her for a while, then twisted his features and said, "Change the cards!"
This time it is mahjong, but you are not allowed to touch it. Connect three mahjong pieces on the back of your hand. The one with the larger sum of the mahjong numbers wins.
Whoever gets nine bars, nine barrels, and ninety thousand will naturally win.
"Are you particular about it?" Song Qianqian asked Uncle Song in a low voice, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating.
Uncle Song replied in a low voice: "The weight is different."
This is considered his strength.
But she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "This mahjong set is full of holes."
Several of them had their paint chipped off, and some even lost a corner. This method obviously didn't work.
Dr. Song Shu was just a little confident, but he lost confidence again.
She patted his shoulder and said, "Just drive."
At that time, Uncle Song had already regarded death as if he were dead, and his mind was a little confused. Coupled with the shock of playing cards just now, he had to listen to her.
Mahjong also played three games, and the tattooed man lost them all.
Song Qianqian had already walked up to him, and at a weird angle, the tip of her umbrella directly took out the playing cards and mahjong pieces that the tattooed man had hidden.
The tattooed man was startled, it was embarrassing after all, and he just muttered: "It's impossible..."
She advised: "If you show such tricks, your hands will be chopped off if you go to the venue."
She took back her umbrella and walked out, "Take the time to go to the Song's house at the entrance of the alley to get some money."
After the brother and sister left, the man next to the tattooed man asked cautiously, "Brother Qing, are we going to the casino tonight?"
The person who called Brother Qing came back to his senses and frowned.
He didn't know if it was because of the nun's cold and cold eyes or something else, but he really thought he would lose his hand tonight.
No, Brother Qing frowned, "Who is this little nun? Where did she come from?"
Even if he loses his hand tonight, he will still encounter something unlucky like a nun! He will not believe in evil!
Across the road.
Song Qianqian looked at Uncle Song, who had been beaten to pieces, and frowned slightly, "You can't run if you can't beat him, and you can't call people?"
Dr. Song Shu was also afraid. If she hadn't happened to see him, he would have been disabled.
Having said that, he stared at her Qingjun face with suspicion, "Song Qianqian, does your Taoist temple still accept disciples?"
She can prescribe poison Chen Bing, heal broken bones, and even gamble?
Song Qianqian rolled her eyes slightly and nodded, "As a nun, you go to Thailand to be castrated first. I'll pay for the travel expenses."
Uncle Song only felt a chill somewhere.
Forget it, forget it.
He has no chance to go to Taoist temple to learn skills, but he can hang out with her?
Thinking about it, he stood next to her again, "How did you do that just now?"
Song Qianqian ignored him and walked towards the opposite side when the light turned green. She turned back and looked at him, "Your hand seems to be very accurate?"
Uncle Song was proud, "Of course, my mother takes me with her when shopping for groceries, and she has never suffered a loss."
"Is it stable?" she asked again.
Uncle Song didn't know why, "How can it be considered stable?"
She thought for a moment, "My hands just don't shake."
After hearing this, Dr. Song laughed at her, "I, the eldest man, shake his hands so frequently, who do you despise...?"
Before he finished speaking, Uncle Song suddenly realized what the hell he was talking about and immediately shut up.
Serious answer: "I don't know."
Seeing Song Qianqian continuing to walk forward, she probably didn't understand what he said, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Although his sister knew everything, she was still young after all, and had just come out of the nunnery. She was very pure, so he had to pay attention.
point.
The two of them walked back, since they were not far from home anyway.
When entering the village, you must pass by Chen Bing Clinic.
Uncle Song glanced at it and snorted coldly.
Song Qianqian was calm, looked at him again, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to learn?"
"What?" Dr. Song followed her gaze and looked towards the clinic, asking him to learn how to prescribe medicine to treat people?
Stop making trouble!
He laughed at himself: "If I were to be a butcher, I would definitely hit the ax quickly and accurately. Two hundred pigs a day would not be a problem!"
Song Qianqian looked at him seriously, "The best way to be quick and accurate is to use a scalpel."
The look in her eyes was very unfamiliar to Dr. Song, cold and serious, as if he had already imagined the scene of him holding the scalpel.
Uncle Song was probably infected at once, and thought of the majestic "click" she gave her eldest brother's neck after fixing it.
He also thinks medical skills are amazing! But, can he do it?
When he came back to his senses, Sister Baobao had already left, so he had to catch up quickly and scratched his head, "Well... I won't thank you for your kindness. Third brother will give you a credit today. Don't tell mom!"
Then he asked mysteriously: "That card...how did you do it?"
Song Qianqian just smiled and said, "Tianji."
The two were about to cross the road when a shout came from behind them.
"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law...wait!"
Uncle Song heard Chen Bing's voice and frowned, "Qianqian, he seems to be calling you?"
Song Qianqian stopped and just turned sideways, Chen Bing was already chasing after him, holding his knees with both hands and gasping for air.
She was not in a hurry, and waited until Chen Bingshun was angry before asking: "Looking for me?"
Chen Bing couldn't speak, he just nodded, and then pointed to his own clinic, "Jianghu emergency... There is a patient in the store. The situation is complicated and he has passed out!"
This man must not die in his clinic!
Chen Bing had no choice but to suddenly think of her.
In the clinic.
Shang Qi Sheng felt extremely tired, he couldn't move his eyelids, and even his breathing was stifled.
He is going to die.
Shang Qi Sage had this feeling, and he suddenly felt scared. He had not been able to watch the Shang Dynasty get married and have children. Was he going to die?
Suddenly, there was a slight cool touch on his neck, and his eyelids moved, but he couldn't get out for a breath, as if his soul was trapped in a box.
The next second, the cold little hand pressed an acupuncture point on his chest again.
All of a sudden, he let out a sharp breath, and his whole consciousness began to change.
He could hear the voice of a female doll.
"What did you give him?" Song Qianqian saw the residual medicinal juice on the patient's mouth.