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"Is this Linchuan City? An airport is as big as our whole village!"On the tarmac of Linchuan International Airport, a tall figure stood by an airplane's exit, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, inhaling the slightly hazy air. Zhao Bo frowned slightly. 。 "This city is large, but the air isn't something to be commended." 。He was a young man, seemingly twenty-three or four years old. He stood tall and handsome, especially his eyes, crystal clear like a spring of water. 。However, a wide pale blue robe did not flatter him at all, especially with a hint of white in the blue, clearly having been washed many times. 。In this day and age, the only two kinds of people who would still wear robes in public with such ease are either mentally ill or completely unhinged. 。either from remote to very remote hillbilly villages 。Such a bizarre and out-of-place situation made many people feel uncomfortable, and they distanced themselves from him with disapproval. 。"Hey! Get out of the way, don't delay the principal from saving people!" 。"Just as Zhao Bo was belittling how bad the city's air quality was, another dismissive voice entered his ears. He was even shoved, and Zhao Bo, momentarily losing his balance, shifted two steps to the side." 。The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing gold glasses and a white coat. He had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Judging from his attire, he was clearly a doctor. 。The middle-aged doctor in a white coat walked two steps, turned his head and glanced at Zhao Bo disdainfully. 。Zhao Bo's brows furrowed slightly, just as he was about to say something, a sharp and sweet siren sound suddenly entered Zhao Bo's ears. 。Attention all arriving and departing passengers, please be advised that someone fainted suddenly at the airport entrance. If any of you are doctors, please proceed to the main entrance. 。Thank you all!” Zhao Bo, hearing this urgent blaring of horns, frowned and unconsciously quickened his pace, rushing towards the airport entrance. 。Now, there were already many people gathered at the front door. 。"How could this fat man suddenly faint? It's so hot outside, and he's got a lot of body fat. He probably just suffered from heatstroke." 。"I think so too. Besides heatstroke, I don't know of any other illness that could cause sudden fainting." 。At this time, people were talking in an uproar. Zhao Bo pushed through the crowd and saw a fat man lying on the road, his face flushed, weak and gasping for breath. His throat was constantly twitching, and if he wasn't treated promptly, he would be done for. 。Zhao Bo was about to step forward to treat him, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged doctor in a white coat who had cursed him as a country bumpkin at the cockpit entrance, arrived at the fat man's side first. 。"Haha, I'm Dr. Zhang Deran, the chief physician of the First People's Hospital of Linchuan City. With me here, this fat man will surely be brought back to life." 。"He keeps calling himself 'Director Ben,' 'Director Ben,' as if everyone wouldn't know he's the director of the First People's Hospital." 。"Wow, the director of the First People's Hospital, he must be a really great doctor." 。“Yes, this fat man is saved! Haha, with Director Zhang taking action, he'll definitely be cured.” 。I've heard of Director Zhang's name, Dr. Hai, who obtained a medical license abroad, and it was an international one. 。Hearing the clamor and discussion of the crowd, Zhang Deran felt a surge of pride in his heart, sweeter than eating ice. Suddenly, he saw Zhao Bo standing beside him, and his brows furrowed. 。"Get out of my sight, you country bumpkin! Is that outfit something your great-great-grandfather wore? You're such a hick!" 。Zhao Bo heard this, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and he gave that Zhang De Lan a faint smile, "Looks bad, people are as their name suggests, really rotten enough. I hope your medical skills aren't as rotten as your name." 。Zhao Bo's voice was certainly loud, and these words naturally reached everyone's ears. Everyone heard it and immediately burst into laughter. 。Zhang De Ran's face also darkened, this was his biggest taboo, this guy actually dared to scold him in public, especially seeing so many people covering their mouths and laughing, he hated Zhao Bo even more. 。"Boy, you've got guts! Do you think you can question the competence of this chief doctor? If I cure you, you better kneel before me and call me grandpa!" 。Zhang Deran was clearly enraged. 。<<>>。Zhao Bo's sword eyebrows rose again, his eyelids drooping. He glanced at the patient and then, expressionless, turned to Zhang De-lan. 。"What if you can't cure it? Then what? Are you going to kneel before me and call me grandpa?"Zhang DeLan scoffed and glanced at Zhao Bo with disdain. 。“Hahaha, kid, what kind of difficult and complicated problems haven't I seen? A mere heat stroke could hardly faze me? In less than three minutes, this director will be able to revive him.” 。Zhang Delan glanced at Zhao Bo triumphantly, as if saying, "Boy, just wait and kneel before me." 。Then he said to the crowd, "Everyone step back a little, it's good for air circulation." 。Upon hearing this, everyone retreated far back, but no one was willing to leave. In fact, after the news of the bet spread, even more people gathered here. 。People in China love to join in the fun, especially when something like this happens. 。Zhang Deran was overjoyed at this moment. The more people there were, the greater his fame would be once he cured this fat man. If he got on Baidu's hot search, then he could become a divine doctor! 。He was increasingly impressed by his own cleverness at securing such free advertising. 。Zhang Deran's heart was pounding, his old face flushed. He then squatted down and pressed hard on the fat man lying on the ground... 。The best way to treat heatstroke is to spread out the heat. 。However, ten minutes passed. 。"Might have gotten a little too sunburnt, hehe, better take it easy for a while" 。Chang Deran's old face was flushed. Just now, he confidently said it would only take three minutes to get things done, but ten minutes have passed and he still hasn't woken up. He was too embarrassed to even look up. 。"Hmph, no matter how many minutes it takes to cure him, as long as I revive him, Master will still be a divine doctor, and that country bumpkin will still have to kneel down and kowtow to his grandfather." 。Thinking about this, he even pressed down on the fat man on the ground harder. 。However, even after pressing for another ten minutes, the patient still showed no signs of waking up. 。Now Zhang Deran is in a hurry. 。"Humph, your medical skills are just as awful as your name. " 。Chapter Error |
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