After receiving these gifts, it was 11:00 noon, and Zhang Yi had not received a customer at home.

Just when Zhang Yibai Wulu Lai was planning to take a nap, an old man who lived a lifestyle similar to Mr. Leopold, walked in with a mixed dog.

Mr. Leopold was Olina's neighbor when she was a child, and Zhang Yi personally committed painless death on his old dog.

"Please carry it to the table." Zhang Yi said to the old man.

The old man bent down with difficulty and kept gasping in his mouth.

"Wait," Zhang Yi patted the old man on the shoulder, "Let me do it." After saying that, he carried the dog to the table.

"Thank you sir," the old man stretched his waist and rubbed his back. "I have arthritis and can't bend. My surname is Beggy, and I live in a relief house opened by a church in the town."

"Mr. Beggy, what's wrong with it?"

Zhang Yi asked him.

"Cough, it often coughs and sometimes vomits."

“How old is it?”

While asking some common sense questions, Zhang Yi put on gloves and a mask.

"I just turned ten last month." The old man replied.

Most dogs raised by Americans can die. Zhang Yi expressed his jealousy. Most of the dogs raised when he was a child were stolen at the age of three or four.

Then Zhang Yi measured the dog's temperature and checked its chest.

Just as Zhang Yigang moved the stethoscope to the dog's abdomen, he saw Han Dayuan holding Karami with a big belly passing by the clinic door and walking towards the stairs behind. It seemed that he was planning to go to the second floor.

"It's chronic bronchitis, Mr. Beggy. Zhang Yi told him: "Old dogs, like the elderly, will suffer from aging. This is a normal phenomenon."

The old man smiled and sighed, "Yes, I often pant."

"Your asthma is not serious, right?" Zhang Yi asked.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Your dog is not serious either. I'll give it an injection and prescribe a little more medicine. It will be cured soon. However, asthma is difficult to cure. If it occurs, bring it over."

The old man nodded sincerely, "Thank you, sir, you are so nice."

At this time, Zhang Yi found that Han Dayuan was floating past the clinic again, not knowing what he was doing.

Then Zhang Yi gave the old dog an injection and counted 20 packs of special cough-relieving spirits to the old man.

The old man looked at the medicine with interest before putting them in his pocket, "Sir, how much should I pay you?"

A pack of cough relieving spirits is 50 cents, and a pack of 20 is 10 US dollars. Add the injection and the treatment fee is 30 US dollars, and the price is 40 US dollars.

However, Zhang Yi hesitated, looking at the worn clothes under the old man's elbows and pulling the threaded shirt collar. These can be preserved as antiques. The knees of his jeans were also worn, and the flesh inside could be seen through the holes.

Zhang Yi promised that this hole was definitely not made by the clothing factory, although it was worn by the old man to give him a sense of fashion.

After hesitating for two seconds, Zhang Yi said to him: "No need, Mr. Beggy, take the medicine back and see if it works."

"What?"

"You don't have to pay."

"But..."

"It's okay, really. Remember to feed it to the medicine on time." Zhang Yi reminded him.

"I know, you are so kind, I didn't expect..."

"Okay, Mr. Beggy, don't worry, come here if it's not good."

The footsteps of the old man leaving did not disappear, and Zhang Yi was also about to leave, when Han Dayuan suddenly emerged from outside the door: "God! I have been investigating for centuries, and I was caught on the spot today!"

Han Dayuan shouted strangely: "No wonder he called you to see the clinic several times, but afterwards he found that the medicine was not inconsistent."

"Haha..." Zhang Yi smiled, ignored him, busy cleaning up the syringe and stethoscope.

At this time, Han Dayuan spoke again, "Brother, it's not that I'm talking about you. You are so impulsive that you can treat someone for nothing for no reason. When will you earn back the 2 million US dollars you invested?"

Zhang Yi shook his head, "He is an old man who receives relief funds, and life must be very hard."

"Maybe yes, but we can't do it in vain, at least we have to get a book."

"Dayuan, this is only once a while." Zhang Yi spread his hands and explained.

"No, buddy, this is not an occasional problem, but a matter of principle. We open a clinic with the goal of making money." Han Dayuan said bitterly.

"Really?" Zhang Yi teased: "You have done this, and more than once."

"Me?" Han Dayuan pointed at his nose, "I don't know! I know the problems of real life than you. Do you know how fast the prices are rising? Like the cough relieving spirit you just gave out, do you know how much a pack? Tell you, 50 cents! You have no realistic mind at all, so it's best to do less generous things in the future!"

It's been a long time since I was tamed, Zhang Yi was a little angry and shouted, "But you do this often yourself, you still..."

Han Dayuan raised one hand and pressed it down, "Calm down, buddy, you are fantasizing that I have never done it. We are here to earn money from the United States, not to be Guanyin."

Zhang Yi was stunned by what he said, then left, and soon forgot about this matter.

Until one weekend, Zhang Yi passed by the clinic and suddenly had a stomachache and wanted to go to the bathroom, so he hurried into the bathroom of the clinic.

When entering the door, Zhang Yi noticed that the door light of the CT room was on, indicating that Han Dayuan was using an X-ray machine in the CT room at this time.

About a few minutes later, the CT room door was opened from the inside, and then Han Dayuan's voice came out.

"Mr. Beggy," said Han Dayuan: "My diagnosis is the same as my classmates' diagnosis. Its cough may be difficult to heal. You must keep feeding it and come to us when it worsens."

"Okay, sir." The old man reached into his pocket, "How much does it cost in total?"

"Money? Oh, yes...yes..." Han Dayuan cleared his throat several times, as if he couldn't speak. He looked at the old dog, then looked at the old man's torn jacket, and finally glanced outside the house secretly, and then said in a low voice: "No need, Mr. Beggy."

"But Mr. Han, I can't always let you..."

"Shh...sh..." Han Dayuan covered the old man's mouth with his hands, "Don't say anything more, I don't want to hear anything related to this."

Then, he took a large bag of medicine and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Here are 100 packs of cough relieving spirits," he said, looking out the house worriedly, "It really needs this special medicine, so I prescribed 100 packs."

Zhang Yi noticed that Han Dayuan saw a hole in the old man's knee. He looked down for a long time, then reached into his pants pocket.

"Wait a moment," Han Dayuan took out a handful of things from his pocket, including a key, a nail clipper, a bottle opener and several coins.

While searching in his pocket, several coins fell on the floor, and finally he found a bill from his pocket.

"It's $20," he said in a slight manner, looking out the house again.

Mr. Beggy was about to speak, but he suppressed Han Dayuan again, so the old man had to put the money in his pocket silently.

"Okay, you go slowly." Han Dayuan said softly.

The old man put on a broken canvas hat and bowed to Han Dayuan in pain, "Thank you, sir." After he said that, he slowly turned around and wanted to leave the clinic.

"Hey...wait a minute." Han Dayuan called the old man, "What's wrong with you? Is it inconvenient to move?"

"Yes, it's not arthritis. I just came here and left for a long time."

"You still have to walk back to the aid house?" Han Dayuan rubbed his chin uneasyly, "This section of the road is not close."

At this time, Han Dayuan looked at the direction of Farm No. 1 for the last time, and then he made a gesture to the old man.

"My car is parked in the yard," he whispered, "I'll just take you back."

"Puff...haha..." Zhang Yi couldn't help laughing, and finally laughed loudly.

Han Dayuan never dreamed that as long as he was in the CT room, Zhang Yishe slipped in and saw everything that happened next.
Chapter completed!