Wang Hui was silent for a while, and suddenly looked at the clerk and smiled: "Does Dr. Mohammed thinks I am a good person?

So I grabbed the wool of my sheep and fleeed it?"

The translator thought about it and then turned over this sentence in a way that Afghans could understand.

The clerk understood it, just laughed.

Wang Hui has no choice for such a foolish smile and does not directly confront you.

I bought all ten boxes of cod liver oil, not a box of ribavirin.

He never dreamed that in a foreign country, he would buy medicine and discuss the case.

He even unexpectedly, in a foreign country, the middle-level leaders in large hospitals had become so bad.

For the sake of Ribavilin, Wang Hui paid another 2,500 US dollars.

Then he returned to Dr. Mohammed's clinic with the receipt for buying medicine.

"Doctor, prescribe me medicine. I'm in a hurry to go back to Kandahar."

Wang Hui took the receipt for buying medicine on the other party’s table.

Mohamed smiled and handed the medicine list to Wang Hui: "Ganciclovir and the methylprednisolone for injection, I will give you three days of dosage!"

"Three days?"
Chapter completed!