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"You … No... How do you know? "

That person was shocked. He changed the way Zhao Feng called him. Zhao Feng was able to accurately describe his symptoms. This kind of ability was something he had never heard of before.

Zhao Feng smiled faintly. For the first time, he realized that the Blood Qi Vital Spirit was extremely helpful in diagnosing the patient's symptoms.

With just a single thread, he was able to accurately analyze the patient's condition.

"Don't call me that. I'm just a vile person."

The middle-aged man quickly apologized. He was not an atheist, but he had never personally witnessed the existence of strange powers and gods.

Zhao Feng immediately diagnosed his symptoms. No matter how you looked at it, it was much better than the fortune-teller.

"Master, please, please save me! If I didn't have children, my old father wouldn't even recognize me as his son. "

"Go over there and buy me a bag of silver needles and a bottle of alcohol."

"Hai, alright."

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. He ran towards the pharmacy in the distance.

In less than five minutes, he returned, panting heavily.

"Master, what you want."

Zhao Feng nodded and took it, "Take off your shirt, I will treat you."

"Ah!" "Here?

The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at Zhao Feng with a troubled look. He also had his own company, so he could be considered a public figure.

If he took off his clothes and spread it around, it would inevitably become a joke in the circle.

Zhao Feng didn't have that much time to waste with him: "You don't want to? "Then forget it, you can go!"

"Don't! Master, can't I take it off? "

The middleman clenched his teeth and took off his suit.

It quickly attracted the attention of a group of people. Although a man didn't have much to look at, he was the only one in the streets who had taken off his shirt.

Zhao Feng took the alcohol and started treating the middle-aged man after removing the poison from the silver needle.

The illness of the middle-aged man wasn't difficult to treat. The reason why he had dragged it to this stage was due to his lack of dignity.

"Alright, I'll tell you another recipe. Eat it once a day for half a month to ensure your complete recovery."

"This shouldn't be a swindler right! It's so magical, you don't need to be together to be able to detect the illness. "

Amongst the crowd, there were some who recognized this middle-aged man, "Don't speak, that patient over there is our boss. He has over a hundred million yuan in wealth.

In this era, it was extremely easy to find out more about a person, especially someone as well-known as that.

Some onlookers did not believe it, but when they went online to search, the information was very clear.

The middleman put on his clothes and said in disbelief, "Master, this is the end. Why don't I feel anything?"

Traditional Chinese medicine was like this, it lacked many complicated steps compared to western medicine.

"What? You think it's simple? You go and buy a knife now, I'll do the surgery on the spot, okay?"

"Don't, don't, don't. Master, I'm just making a joke. How do you see the price?"

He said unnaturally.

If it really could cure his illness, he would have accepted it even if he had to spend all his money. But the problem now was that he did not know if he was doing well or not.

How could Zhao Feng not know what he was thinking: "Alright, I don't need your fee. It's just that you have some sick friends and family around you, so why don't you introduce them to me?"

"Alright, Grandmaster, just watch me!"

This kind of thing worked slowly, so Zhao Feng didn't need his money. It only had 12 hours, so he might as well give it up.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was happy. With Zhao Feng's medical skills, he was able to prove it. He immediately took out his phone and called his friends.

"Wife, hurry and come under the bridge across the street from my company. I have something good to talk to you about."

"Old Guo, come over. What, for dinner?" "Hurry over here, I have urgent business with you. Once it's over, I'll pick out where you want to go, I'll pay the bill."

"… …"

Watching the middle-aged man continuously making calls, Zhao Feng smiled. Things had finally gotten back on track, but he didn't know how much money he could earn before the end.

"..."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The usually quiet and peaceful area under the bridge was bustling with noise and excitement. Everyone was crowded around each other. Those who didn't know what was happening probably thought it was a bonfire party.

"Alright, next."

The middle-aged man casually ended up with Zhao Feng treating the patient. The medical fees he paid made his heart burst out with a smile.

In one day's time, he finally witnessed Zhao Feng's miraculous medical skills. No matter how difficult the patient was, it did not seem like a problem to him.

He believed more and more that his condition had truly recovered.

Just as Zhao Feng was about to treat the next patient, two figures suddenly appeared beside Zhao Feng: "Young Master Feng, it's time. Please go back to the family."

Zhao Feng was stunned. 12 hours passed so quickly? He really did not feel the passage of time.

"Is that so? I'll go back first, you guys take this money with you! "

Although he didn't know how much money he had earned today, he felt that he had surpassed Zhao Siyuan.

It shouldn't be a problem.

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What the hell was going on? A doctor who looked at illnesses under the bridge was actually a young master from the Wealthy Class?

Isn't this way too exaggerated!

"Just when he was in a daze, those two people had already taken away Zhao Feng's medical fees from him. The money Zhao Feng earned today is already too much for him to hold."

It was he who had someone to go home and take a box to fill up the money. Looking at the box full of money, the two Zhao Feng's men also revealed an expression of disbelief.

Earning this much money in twelve hours was simply overturning their outlook on the world.

Inside the Zhao Family, Zhao Ping sighed and asked, "How much did he earn?"

A middle-aged man holding a notebook on the side took a deep breath and said, "He, within twelve hours, earned 873,500 yuan."

He was the chief financial officer under Zhao Ping's command. When Zhao Ping asked him to come over to do some statistics, he didn't think much of it.2

They could not use their family's influence, they could not spend a single cent. How much money could one person earn in twelve hours?

Hundreds or thousands? This was already the peak of the world! Ordinary people might even have a problem filling their stomachs.

However, Zhao Feng's actions today had truly overturned his view of the world.

He worked under Zhao Ping and earned three million every year. He thought he was already amazing, but he made a deal with Zhao Feng.

But he discovered that he wasn't anything at all.

The salary that he was proud of, in front of Zhao Feng, seemed to be too weak to withstand a single blow. He had toiled for a year, but the amount of money he could earn was still less than what Zhao Feng earned in a week.

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