The Doctor In the Steampunk World

"Director Johnny, we are free competition, don't you make trouble?"

"How could I do anything? You are my apprentice, and I can't do anything to you."

Why am I so unbelievable.

The more Curator Johnny said this, the more insane Simon felt, and the more he felt that he was going to make trouble.

"My fees here are very low, and it can be regarded as serving the people. Don't make public anger."

"I said I'm not going to do anything, why don't you believe me."

"Don't come here, put down the scissors."

"Don't be nervous, I have something important to tell you."

Curator Johnny put his arms around Simon's shoulders, making Simon unable to move, and the **** scissors swayed back and forth around Simon's neck.

It's not surprising that it's not about doing things.

"Simon, you see that these patients of yours were all my clients before, but now they are all yours. Should you pay me some fees?"

"They came here voluntarily."

"What you said is wrong. I had worked so hard to win them over. You robbed me of my business without doing anything. Isn't my early efforts all in vain?"

"That's because your skills are not good enough. Okay, okay, how much do you want. Put down the scissors first."

"However, how about a dollar a person, I only earn a little hard work."

"I said that my fees are very low. I'll give you a dollar, and I'll give Tiger and the others a commission. I don't need any money for my surgical thread, bandages, and anti-inflammatory drugs. I don't make any money at all."

"Not all those people outside have no money. If you have money, you should charge more, and if you have no money, you should charge less. It's still very profitable to add up."

"Isn't the rich going to the hospital long ago? You need to be treated." Simon rolled his eyes at him.

"Well then, we'll be divided, how about five or five points?"

"Why five or five points, then I might as well quit."

"Don't worry, doing business is a process of bargaining. I'll take people from the martial arts hall out to draw people for you, and I promise to bring you more patients. The more patients you have, the more money you make. No, it's not too much to divide our martial arts hall into 50%."

"I don't know if you can pull someone. If there are fewer people to pull, it's not a loss."

"Really not?"

"I agree with three or seven points."

"Three or seven, I'll lose. Four or six, that's it."

"Four or six is ​​also fine. You are talking about the martial arts hall, and 40% of the profits will be distributed to you and Tiger and the others."

"No problem, that's it." Curator Johnny clapped his hands and agreed.

Judging from the smile on his face, he should be trying to make a move on the 40% share, probably trying to cheat Tiger and the others.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Anita Buddha, you can't blame me.

Curator Johnny happily opened the door and politely let the patient in front come in.

Ola attacked Simon, and Curator Johnny took Tiger and a few people away. It was estimated that he was going to pull people.

Simon concentrates on treating the patient.

A patient came in tremblingly, took off his clothes, and had a gray cloth bandage on his abdomen.

Unbuttoning the bandage, there is a long and ugly sutured wound on the abdomen, and the sutured wound has oozing blood.

"Isn't your wound sutured?"

"This was stitched by Curator Johnny, and I think it is necessary to stitch it again." The patient's face was pale, and it should be painful.

Simon patted his forehead, sighed, and let him lie down on the table.

The patient's wound is quite large, and the sutures by Curator Johnny are not only ugly, but also poor. It is very susceptible to infection and does need to be re-stitched.

Simon gave him an anesthesia shot, sutured his wound again, and only charged him a small amount of medical bills, which was regarded as a wipe for Curator Johnny.

Bandages and surgeries were quickly used up, and Simon had to go to old Ethan himself and bought medical supplies from him.

When he came back, there were people standing outside the temporary clinic.

Simon walked into the clinic with a bewildered face, and Director Johnny was sitting on the chair with a smile on his face.

"Why are you so slow, hurry up to see a doctor, don't delay making money."

"You brought all these people?"

"Of course, I can get 40% of the profits now."

Simon looked at David next to him and asked in a low voice, "How did this man get here?"

"The curator went to those black clinics to attract people. I have to say that Victoria University is really famous. Many people are willing to come."

"The curator also sneakily knocked out a doctor in a black clinic. If not, all the patients will come here."

Stunning the doctor in the black clinic, this operation is no longer available.

Silence for a second for the doctor in the black clinic, and then happily go to work.

"You work hard, and I will continue to pull people. There are several black clinics here, and I will pull them all for you. I'm also going to the hospital to pull people for you, so don't be lazy." Curator Johnny is now With all his energy, he took Tiger and the others out of the house aggressively.

Simon has been busy from noon to night, and his hands are too tired to lift. There are still many people queuing outside.

Ola is massaging Simon's hands.

"Simon, get enough rest, hurry up to work." Curator Johnny urged frantically.

Simon rolled his eyes and said angrily, "I've been busy since noon until now, and I haven't rested for a minute. I'm not a hard worker."

"Okay, you continue to rest. I just remind you that everything outside is money. Don't forget, you have 60% of the profit, and it's all your money."

Simon suddenly regretted working with Curator Johnny.

After resting for a few minutes, he picked himself up and continued to work. After half an hour, there was a sudden noise and scolding outside.

The door opened, and a big man from the martial arts hall rushed in in a hurry.

"Director, someone is here to make trouble."

"Ma's, I'm covering this place. Who would dare to make trouble. I chopped him up." Curator Johnny stood up suddenly, very fierce.

"It's the doctor from the black clinic that you knocked unconscious before. He found the black gang to take revenge."

"Fuck."

"Simon, do your thing, I'll go out and see. Don't worry, no one will stop us from making money."

Curator Johnny's eyes were cold and his aura was fierce, quite like the state when Simon beat Tiger the first time he went to the martial arts hall.

"Dare to hinder me from making money, I don't want to live anymore."

Simon walked out of the house uneasy, and saw a group of scuffles. The people who came looking for trouble were gangsters nearby, with a guy in their hand. Fortunately, there was no gun.

There are not many people in Johnny's martial arts hall, but all of them can fight, especially Tiger and David are both masters in fighting, plus Johnny's curator, the opponent's people are beaten and retreat.

Curator Johnny was very brave. He chased and slashed with two watermelon knives. Everyone was slashed once or twice.

The other party's people really can't stand the birds and beasts scattered.

Curator Johnny surrounded them and drove them over.

"Simon treats them, and everyone has to pay."

Simon's face was speechless, and Curator Johnny was stunned when he wanted to make money.

There were still many people waiting outside, and it was impossible for Simon to rest. He hurriedly ate dinner and took a rest before continuing the treatment.

A little later, more than a dozen mounted police officers appeared outside the makeshift clinic. outside

There was a commotion in the crowd queuing up, and the evacuation of the military and police last night caused a lot of psychological shadows for them.

At this time, I was very disliked by the police, but I still had an instinctive fear of the police and did not dare to make outrageous actions.

A valiant policewoman walked in, her sharp eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on Simon.

"How did you come?"

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