"Make a prescription and I'll take care of it for a few days when I get home."

Sun Dacheng has some thick ink and beautiful hand calligraphy.

After many years of working as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he has developed the habit of writing with a brush. He usually writes with a fountain pen or a fountain pen, and Sun Dacheng also writes beautifully. However, when it comes time to write prescriptions, Sun Dacheng is still used to writing with a brush.

The female patient in front of him was diagnosed by Sun Dacheng as wind-heat and cold. As society has developed, so have the diseases. Wind-heat and cold, which originally only appeared in summer, are increasingly appearing in winter when heating is too early. Coupled with the use of air conditioners, wind-heat colds account for an increasing proportion of winter cold cases.

Compared with wind-cold colds, the treatment of wind-heat colds in winter is more difficult.

Nepeta, Fangfeng, slightly sweating, should not be overdosed.

After careful consideration, Sun Dacheng wrote a prescription and sent it to the female patient sitting opposite.

This woman looks charming and wears thin and see-through clothes. Don’t worry, Sun Dacheng is no longer the young man who was easily excited when seeing beautiful women thirty years ago. What he is thinking is: wearing such clothes in this weather, It would be strange not to catch a cold.

In order to ensure that he had a clear mind and accurate prescriptions, Sun Dacheng only issued fifteen orders a day. The female patient with a cold that he sent away was the last patient he saw today.

Sitting on the large armchair, Sun Dacheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare purity.

Many days have passed. According to the original plan, Xiao Yu should have come out of the detention center.

Why hasn't Xiao Yu come to find him for so many days? Could it be that Xiao Yu is not interested in the secret that he can provide.

When Sun Dacheng thought of this, he shook his head mockingly, "It shouldn't be."

It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent when faced with the issue of their own life experience, especially when their adoptive father is very likely to be the murderer of his biological father.

Sun Dacheng was very confident that Xiao Yu would be able to take the bait with the secret he had.

Opening the drawer with ease, Sun Dacheng's eyes flashed.

In the corner of the drawer, lying quietly, was a thick envelope.

Sun Dacheng knew that there was one hundred thousand yuan in it.

Half a month ago, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks came to me with this hundred thousand yuan, hoping to buy the secret in his head. Of course, this secret was improved and processed by Sun Dacheng and depicted with appropriate literary techniques. A rather watery secret.

But when he remembered the insult Sun Dacheng suffered from Xiao Xiaotian when he was working in medical school, Sun Dacheng felt that this kind of artistically processed secret was already harmless. Even Sun Dacheng himself was constantly thinking about it. , I firmly believe that the story I imagined is the fact.

It is easy to lie to others, but it is difficult to lie to yourself. However, once a lie is told and even oneself believes it, then this lie will be invincible in the world.

The secret that Sun Dacheng mastered was that Xiao Xiaotian, Xiao Yu's adoptive father, was the person who killed Xiao Yu's biological father.

The general plot of the story is this: About fifteen or twenty years ago, Xiao Xiaotian and Xiao Yu's mother Liu Li got help from Xiao Yu because of an incident in which Liu Li was attacked. The two fell in love at first sight, and at this time, Xiao Yu's biological father is being ordered to perform a secret mission outside.

This blank time slot caused Xiao Xiaotian and Liu Li to have a strong affair. Then, Xiao Yu's biological father discovered the secret, and a modern version of the story of Ximen Qing versus Wu Dalang was staged. In the end, Ximen played the role of Ximen Qing. Xiao Xiaotian of Qing Dynasty won the final victory and not only took over Liu Li, a great beauty, but also took over Xiao Yu, a little boy who was already four or five years old at the time.

,,Sun Dacheng believes that this story will definitely be attractive to Xiao Yu.

There are many people who are doing things that are harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself, not to mention things that are harmful to others and benefit oneself. Attacking Xiao Xiaotian, getting a reward of 100,000 yuan, killing two birds with one stone, it would be stupid not to accept it.

A cunning smile appeared on the corner of Sun Dacheng's mouth.

The smile froze on Sun Dacheng's face, and he saw a man in black suddenly appeared in front of him.

No, that shouldn't be called a black suit, but a big black cloak, like a costumed person coming out of a movie or TV series.

The man's eyes were like those of a hawk, and Sun Dacheng's whole body was covered in goosebumps when he looked at him.

What Sun Dacheng didn't know was that this feeling was called murderous aura.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," a siren sounded from the street outside, and Sun Dacheng almost had the urge to call the police.

The police car bypassed the street where Sun Dacheng was and headed for the back street. Further down the back street, there was a fake Chinese medicine doctor named Wang Laoba. Sun Dacheng knew that his patients had been diverted by him recently. Young Master, what Sun Dacheng didn’t know was that the police car was headed for Wang Laoba’s traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Under Xiao Yu’s threats of force and poison, Wang Laoba called the police himself and asked the police to arrest him. In Ba's heart, the policeman was much cuter than this man named Xiao Yu.

"Doctor Sun... I'm sorry," the nurse at the medical desk pushed open the door and barged in: "This person didn't get called today. I've already told him that Dr. Sun will no longer see patients today, but he rushed in anyway. Come in, we can't stop him..."

While explaining hurriedly, he glanced at the man in a black cloak from the corner of his eye.

This man has a stern face, a serious smile, a slender figure, and a calm demeanor. He is an uncle who is very popular with girls.

The little nurse also pretended to stop him, but she didn't try her best. This man was still very attractive to her.

Seeing the man in the cloak focusing on her, the little nurse blushed with embarrassment. While lowering her head, she pushed her well-developed chest forward.

"I'll wait for you to get off work and buy you coffee," the man in the cloak stopped at the little nurse's chest and suddenly said in his magnetic voice.

"Is it true?" the little nurse was overjoyed. She held her face in her hands and looked like a cute baby: "They are waiting for you outside."

As she said that, she didn't even pay attention to her boss Sun Dacheng, who was glaring at her with a look that wanted to kill someone. She turned around and ran out again, not forgetting to close the door.

"Okay," Sun Dacheng sighed, put the red envelope containing 100,000 yuan back into the drawer, closed the drawer, and then said: "Originally, I only saw fifteen patients every day. Unfortunately, "You are the sixteenth today. I will make an exception today. Let me show you. Stretch out your wrist and place it on the pulse pillow. Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

The man in the cloak walked forward, no, to be precise, he should have floated over.

Sun Dacheng felt that this man was not walking, but flying, or floating. For some reason, Sun Dacheng felt that this man's feet were not on the ground.

This was a very strange feeling. Sun Dacheng didn't see it, but he could feel it.

After the man floated over, he sat on the medical chair opposite Sun Dacheng. He met Sun Dacheng's eyes across a desk.

With a shake of his arms, the cloak was placed on the man's back. This action, yes, is very manly.

The moment the man opened his arms and closed them together, Sun Dacheng was surprised to find that the cloak this man was wearing was different from anything he had ever seen.

Between the body of the cloak and the sleeves of both arms, there is a large piece of wing-like clothing that connects the entire cloak into one.

It looks like it is a pair of wings.

The man's eyes are smaller and his face is thinner. He looks like a big mouse. Combined with the cloak, he is clearly a bat.

"My name is Bat," the man introduced himself, stretched out an arm and put it on the pulse pillow, "I have a big doubt, and I'm telling you secretly, I can fly, and I don't want others to look at me like a monster. , I am very anxious, this has affected my life, doctor, what should I do, you must help me,"

Sun Dacheng's fingers for diagnosing the pulse had just been placed on the wrist of the man who called himself Bat. When he suddenly heard this man introducing himself, his body could not help but tremble slightly.

What he said, he could fly.

It's either sleep talk or nonsense.

Also, how could anyone be called a bat? This man was not only called a bat, but he also wore a big cloak that made him look like a bat. Sun Dacheng immediately judged that this man was sick, either crazy or mentally ill.

If you dress weirdly, you may be a transvestite. If you say you can fly, you may have a mental problem.

The pulse was smooth, regular and well-proportioned, and it didn't look like there was any problem. Sun Dacheng simply felt the pulse, looked at the bat's pupils and tongue coating, and made a preliminary judgment of his own.

Mental patients will not admit that they are mentally ill. Apart from oral administration of some drugs such as phenytoin that combat abnormal brain discharges in psychosis, there is no more precise treatment method.

"You said you can fly, can you fly one for me to see?" Sun Dacheng felt that in addition to cooperating with drug treatment, this man's unrealistic dream should also be broken at the root.

Mental patients should not be stimulated, but should use gentle methods.

"Okay," the man agreed readily. He jumped up from the chair and "flyed" with his arms spread out under Sun Dacheng's astonished gaze.

His body "flyed" in the room and in mid-air in a posture that violated the laws of physics.

Sun Dacheng stomped the floor and was speechless in surprise. He even began to suspect that the real mental illness should be Sun Dacheng himself. He also wondered whether there was something wrong with the earth and the gravity of it was no longer there. Said it exists.
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