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If he knew that he was in such a shop, I'm afraid the excitement of winning the game would be greatly reduced.

After all, it's not sure whether you win or lose. The other party seems to have lost a shop, but in fact, he has sold a hot potato. If you think deeply, even this bet may be set by the other party on purpose.

Two people pondered for a moment, Wu Dahu took the initiative to say: "in this case, then we will try first?"

Song QingHan said "um", looked at Hualian and said, "you heard what you said just now. Affected by the previous business, others may not dare to eat what you cook. Even so, would you like to try it?"

Hualian looked hesitant and hesitated: "if you always lose money...

" you don't have to worry about it. There's no reason to lose money all the time. It's just that it's hard to open a shop just at the beginning. It depends on whether you can accept this kind of hard work. "

Song QingHan interrupted his words and made him accept another way of thinking.

Sure enough, after hearing that the store would not lose money, but would make her work hard, Hualian was very sure and said, "I'm willing to! As long as you can make money, you can do whatever you want! "

After that, he looked up at the spacious shop, clenched his fist and said, "from today on, the little slave has lived here. He must get up early and go to bed at the latest. He must help the master and the young master to make money as soon as possible."

Song QingHan was dumbfounded and shook his head: "how can I do that? You will not be able to stand this kind of trouble in two days. Maybe business will just get up and you will have to go back to recuperate. Isn't the gain outweigh the loss? "

Hearing this, Hualian hesitated to nod and said, "OK, that little slave must take good care of his body, so as not to delay the business in the shop."

Before the shop opened, he left the shop and the right shop. Song QingHan was funny and helpless. He patted him on the shoulder, rolled up his sleeve and said, "let's get the shop ready first. After we are ready, we can open the shop on a lucky day."

The three men worked together and soon packed up the shop. Song QingHan even found a lot of unknown powder from the corner, but he didn't know whether it was the "ecstasy powder" and other things in his mouth.

When they stopped to rest, it was nearly noon. After lunch, song QingHan thought about the patient with gastric cancer and went to the huichuntang with yuanyuanxuan, ready to see his present condition.

I don't know if it's because he knows he's saved. The patient's mood seems to be much more open. He even ate some porridge and his retching reaction is much less.

More confidence in his heart.

Most of the time, the decisive factor of surgery is not the doctor's technology, but the patient's idea, especially cancer, a difficult problem that modern medicine has not been able to completely overcome.

In the past, I often heard that someone had a relapse after the operation, and some people didn't need the operation. They just kept a happy mood, and the cancer was miraculously cured. Therefore, it has to be said that a good mood is indeed a good medicine for curing diseases.

"It's you who are here to challenge?"

When song QingHan is ready to leave, a man in white comes in from the door and looks at Song QingHan with a strange look in his eyes.

Song QingHan frowned and didn't like the feeling of being watched closely. He said coldly: "one, I didn't challenge the school. Second, I don't know you. Please let this young master give way. I'll go back with my apprentice."

"Young doctor, precocious apprentice, who are you? It's just... I didn't expect it was you. "

The expression on his face was still elegant, but the words he said seemed a little incoherent, which made song QingHan confused.

What is "not who you are"? Now that it's him, why do you even say "it's you"?

Song QingHan took a strange look at the man and shook his head regretfully.

If it wasn't too rude to say it directly, he would have said, "how can you be a fool at such a young age?".

That person's body moves, just when song QingHan thought he was going to get out of the way, he suddenly said: "why don't we make a bet?"

Song QingHan was dumbfounded and looked at him inexplicably and said, "why should I bet with you?"

"Well..." the man paused, thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "one of the conditions you put forward is that there is a doctor with excellent medical skills and obedience to help you? If you win, I'll fight for you. If not, you'll do it for me. How about you? "

Song QingHan some speechless, I don't know what happened to him recently. Did you provoke the God of gambling? How can someone come to bet with him or bet with him?His tone was not very good. He sneered: "even if you are really good at medicine and obedient, it doesn't mean that I will choose you. Besides, even if I do, you have no room to refuse. Why should I make such a bet with you?"

The man laughed and looked like a spring breeze. He did not care and said: "since you are also a doctor, you naturally know that no doctor is not arrogant. No matter which person you choose, he will blame you behind his back. If you only complain, it's OK, but if they don't cooperate with you? What's worse, you should use some small means when you treat patients and save people, so that he can't dare to shout at him again. It's still you who suffer from the loss. "

"What I said just now did not deceive you. It is true that I have excellent medical skills and obedience. But I want to bet with you, it is also true."

Song QingHan understood what he said and had thought about it before. After all, it is one thing to get people under his command, and another to let him do things willingly.

He thought carefully, took a look at the man's expression, slowed down his face and said, "what do you want to bet with me?"

The reason why he didn't promise or refuse, of course, was to see if there was any room for buffering. After all, if he made a bet to recognize medicinal materials, he would lose without gambling.

As if he could see through his ideas, the man chuckled: "I heard that someone had cured the smallpox epidemic in the desert a while ago, so we'll bet on how the smallpox was cured? Whose answer is closest to the truth and who wins. "

"By the way, as for the judge, for the sake of fairness, it will be left to the villagers. It will not take long for us to go to the desert."

As soon as he said this, song QingHan and yuanxuan's expressions became strange.

It was not others who cured smallpox. It was song QingHan that cured smallpox. So this gamble... They won it?!

Seeing that song QingHan didn't speak, the man thought he was afraid. Wensheng comforted him: "don't worry. I just learned about it recently. There is absolutely no situation to inquire in advance. If you are not at ease, go out and ask the relevant information. We will write down our respective answers together when we come back later."

Song QingHan "Er", shook his head and said: "that's not necessary, but if you're not easy to use, I have the opportunity to change people at any time, OK?"

The man was stunned. He seemed to have no idea that someone would say that he was "not easy to use". A strange flash flashed in his eyes. However, he nodded decisively and said in a good temper: "OK, you can change it if you want. This bet is originally set by me personally with you, which does not affect the bet between you and old Xian."

Hearing what he said, song QingHan thought for a moment and continued to add: "in addition to these rules, do you have anything else to add? For example, when are the answers not counted? "

Seeing that song QingHan suddenly changed from high cold to mother-in-law, although there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, he still kept a smile and said calmly: "no, as long as you write down, the answer will be counted. The specific victory or defeat will be decided by the villagers."

Song QingHan thought about it and saw that he had already started to write, but finally he did not say his own words of warning.

Anyway, he said that there were no other rules. Even if he was the one who cured smallpox, he should have no effect on the outcome of the gamble. After all, it is one thing for him to cure a disease, but it is another to write the steps by hand.

After a stroke of incense, song QingHan wrote down his brush and beat the ink on the rice paper and honestly said, "OK."

The man was still frowning and pondering, thinking that song QingHan couldn't think of it, so he wrote a few words and gave up. He glanced at him at will. When he saw the page full of handwriting on the Xuan paper, he was stunned and his eyes flashed with surprise.

Fortunately, he soon realized that there was something wrong with his current behavior, and he quickly took back his head. Otherwise, when he saw that the steps written down by song QingHan were accurate to each action, he would surely break his thinking.

Song QingHan leisurely sat on one side, after drinking a cup of warm tea, he saw the man finally put down his pen, nodded and said, "I'll see you when the result comes out. I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Song Mo hurriedly asked the driver to pack the paper and asked the driver to leave quickly.

The coachman didn't think much about it. He took it and left. But the servant who stayed by the man couldn't help saying, "young master, don't you need to mark the two answers? In case the villagers don't know what to do...

the man's face sank, glanced at the servant lightly, and said in a cold voice, "are you so worried that I will lose? Or are you afraid I can't afford to lose? "

The servant was shaken by him. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak.