So many experts gather here, which is a scenery of Donghai city. Every once in a while, some people come here to learn arts.

Qin Jun is very good. In front of so many masters, he doesn't know how to be modest.

Can such people survive in society in the future?

Well, when Mr. Wang comes, he will know what humility is.

Soon, a Rolls Royce stopped at the door of the hospital. An old man was in a wheelchair. Behind him, a burly bodyguard pushed him in.

Wang Yishui's face is gloomy, and his wrists are very painful. He is very uncomfortable even when he walks, so he is in a bad mood.

"Who said it would cure me?"

Li Haoyuan pointed at Qin Jun and said, "that's him!"

Wang Yishui frowned when he saw that Qin Jun was so young.

"Why a little boy? Do you have any medical experience? "

Wang Yishui asked in a scornful tone, which made people very uncomfortable.

Qin Jun frowned and said.

"I don't like you very much. It's gone."

When master Ye Xuanyuan opened a medical school, he died three times.

Those who are crafty and mean will not be cured.

Those who do more injustice will not be cured.

Those with bad character will not be cured.

But in the case of Qin Jun, the "three no rule" was changed to "all no rule".

Whatever he doesn't like, he won't be cured.

Patients need to seek medical treatment, so they should have corresponding respect for medical staff.

Like Wang Yishui, he felt that he was a big man, that he had money, and that he could call people around at will. Qin Jun was too lazy to treat him.

Wang Yishui's face became more gloomy.

"Ask me to come and say, will you cure me? Are you kidding me? Do you know who I am, Wang Yishui! I think you are looking for death! "

Voice down, Wang Yishui behind the bodyguard stood out, seems to be ready to start.

What is the identity of Wang Yishui?

The big boss of the entertainment company, the entertainment industry of the whole Handong Province, wants to give Wang Yishui a face.

This little hairy boy dares to be reckless in front of him. He's just looking for death. It seems that the hospital doesn't want to do it any more!

Qin Jun sneered, "I advise you, it's better not to do it here, otherwise you can only hurt yourself."

As soon as Qin Jun's voice fell, the door was suddenly pushed open. A tramp limped in. His face was pale, his brows were frowning, and his facial features were crowded together. It seemed very painful.

As soon as he came in and saw so many people, the tramp was a little embarrassed.

"Line up? Or I'll come back tomorrow. "

Seeing so many people standing here, the tramp is a little nervous and instinctively wants to go out, Qin Jun said.

"Wan'er, pick up the patient."

Ye Wan'er nodded quickly, helped the tramp and said.

"Come in, uncle. They are not doctors."

The tramp just regained his mind, a little embarrassed, said rubbing his hands.

"I think you're new to business, seeing a doctor Is there a discount

The tramp put his left hand in his pocket, rubbing his few tens of dollars, worried.

Qin Jun way, "first treatment, diagnosis is not urgent."

Ye Wan'er supports the tramp and sits in front of Qin Jun's hall table.

Li Haoyuan and others were furious.

"What do you mean! So many of us are waiting here. How can you treat a tramp? "

Qin Jun felt the pulse of the tramp and said coldly.

"He is my patient, you are not, did not drive you out, already is the lenient face, don't so much nonsense."

"You..."

This boy is so arrogant that he has no edge. So many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are beside him. Mr. Wang is also here. How can you treat a tramp?

OK, I'll see what you can cure!