Urban Medical God’s Crazy Son-in-law

She actually spoke authentic Chinese!

And she doesn't look like an authentic Inca woman.

The woman looked at Chen Xin'an, smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I am also Chinese.

Xia Hongying!

Thanks for reminding me just now.

So I can take you to a nearby bank for a fairer exchange! "

One of the tellers, who obviously understood Chinese, suddenly turned pale, pointed at the woman and shouted insults.

"Despicable Chinese woman, who asked you to get into trouble here?

If he is willing to change with us, why do you need to talk too much here?

Do you think we serve you refugees for free?

If you can't earn anything, who will help you exchange it?

Even if you go to other stores, the exchange rate is still the same! "

Xia Hongying shouted at her angrily: "What did you say! You have to apologize for your attitude!"

The teller looked at her with disdain and cursed: "Apologise? Who do you think you are?

A humble Chinese woman like you, don’t think that after living in the Incas for a few years and being able to speak a few words of Inca, you will really become an Inca!

You Chinese women, when you get married, you are just a wife of a rich family.

Not even a little wife, just the mistress of our Inca men outside, without even an identity!

I have to be bullied and beaten by the real lady all day long, and my life is worse than that of an animal!

You dare to come outside and meddle in other people's business. You are so stupid and stupid! "

Xia Hongying obviously didn't know how to quarrel in the market, and her fair face turned red with anger.

He covered his chest with his hands and gasped for air!

The teller curled his lips and said in a contemptuous tone: "How about it? Are you trying to blackmail our pharmacy by pretending to be sick?

Then you have the wrong person!

Do you know who our boss is?

Please die as far away as you want and don't dirty our store! "

A black Bentley parked in front of the pharmacy.

The tellers' eyes were widened, and they all stood up straight with energetic looks.

Luxury cars are luxury cars in any country.

In Inca, those who can afford such luxury cars are the rich and the other are high officials.

No matter what kind of person he is, he is an existence that ordinary people cannot afford to offend.

But when the car door opened, the tellers were all stunned.

Because the driver who got out of the car was the man who was standing next to this Chinese woman just now!

"Madam!" As soon as the man saw the woman like this, he ran over quickly.

This Chinese woman can actually take such a car and have a full-time driver?

A group of tellers were stunned.

The teller who just mocked Xia Hongying curled her lips and said: "You are such a good little Chinese wife. Your man actually dotes on you!"

You don't look very beautiful, how could you charm us, the rich Inca man? "

"Shut up!" The driver scolded her with a straight face and cursed loudly: "This is the decent wife of our Mr. Moore from Cambahan City!"

The expressions of all the tellers changed.

The teller who just spoke swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: "Who is Mr. Moore?"

The driver cursed: "How many Mr. Moores are there in Cambahan? It's the one you've heard of!"

Madam has not been ill for a long time.

You lowly women must have made her angry to make her like this! "

All the tellers were so frightened that their faces turned pale!

I never expected that this seemingly unspectacular woman would turn out to be Mr. Moore’s wife!

There was no one in Cambaham who did not know Mr. Moore.

Because he is the biggest king of Kambahan!

Be the leader here.

Legend has it that Mr. More held a high position and doted on his wife very much.

Like other powerful Inca men with numerous wives and concubines, he had never had any scandals.

There is only one head wife, and he never falls in love with any other woman!

I just insulted Mr. Moore's beloved wife and even made her sick!

If Mr. Moore finds out about this, and the pharmacy is closed down, it will be the best outcome, right?

Guo Zhaodi had already pulled a chair over and let Xia Hongying sit on it.

The driver ran back into the car and took out a bag, which contained the medicine he just bought.

He took out one of the bottles and poured two pills into his hand.

A teller had already brought a glass of water, and the driver gave Xia Hongying two pills.

But there was no improvement. Xia Hongying's face began to turn purple, her breathing became louder, and her breathing became more rapid and difficult!

The driver quickly took out another medicine from the bag, which was a spray.

Guo Zhaodi gently held Xia Hongying's head and asked her to open her mouth.

The driver was about to spray medicine into Xia Hongying's mouth, but Chen Xin'an reached out to stop her and asked Peng Ying:

"Sister Ying, what kind of medicine is this? Help me translate...Sister Ying?"

Peng Ying, who was in a daze, finally realized what he was doing and quickly said to Chen Xin'an: "Okay, wait a minute!"

After she read the name and indications of the medicine, Chen Xin'an understood that it was asthma spray.

The medicine I just took, as well as the medicine in the bag, are all for treating asthma.

It seems that Xia Hongying has asthma.

But for Chen Xin'an, it's not like that!

He waved to the driver and pushed aside the medicinal arm in the bag.

The driver shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Don't stop me from saving my wife!"

Chen Xin'an said calmly: "Sister Ying, tell him that Madam may not have asthma.

Zhaodi, take Madam’s pulse! "

"Okay!" Peng Ying and Guo Zhaodi responded at the same time.

While Peng Ying was explaining to the driver in Inca, Guo Zhaodi took Xia Hongying's right hand and put her finger on her pulse!

The driver and teller were all angry.

In the Incas, it was disrespectful to touch the body of a noble person at will!

"You despicable Chinese people, what qualifications do you have to touch my wife's body!"

"If anything happens to Madam, you will die without mercy!"

"A group of unidentified humble Chinese people still want to treat others like doctors! What can you tell? They are just pretending to be in order to gain access to noble people!"

Even if he didn't understand what they were saying, Chen Xin'an still felt noisy.

He unscrewed the pill box in front of him, poured a few pills out of it into his hand, and then flicked it with all his fingers!

Bang bang bang!

Pills flew into the mouths of the tellers.

Several tellers immediately covered their mouths with their hands and coughed violently!

The driver glared angrily and was about to curse at Chen Xin'an.

Chen Xin'an didn't say anything, just pinched a pill in his hand.

The driver's expression changed and he immediately closed his mouth.

Guo Zhaodi let go of her hand, frowned, and said to Xia Hongying: "Madam, I want to check your eyes and mouth, don't be nervous!"

Xia Hongying breathed heavily, her expression was slumped, and she was unable to refuse at all.

Guo Zhaodi opened her eyes and looked at her eyeballs, then carefully observed her mouth and tongue coating, then turned her head and said to Chen Xin'an:

"Uncle, it really doesn't sound like asthma. I think it's more like...a lung problem!"

Chen Xin'an nodded, just as he expected!

He asked Guo Zhaodi: "Do you know acupuncture?"

Guo Zhaodi blushed, shook her head and said, "It's okay in general, but I don't dare to do anything with a condition like this!"

Chen Xin'an turned around and looked around, and said to Peng Ying: "Ask the tellers if there is a separate room here?"

Peng Ying turned her head to communicate with the teller in Inca dialect, but was interrupted by the teller midway through her words.

Chen Xin'an didn't understand and was too lazy to listen. He stood up, kicked open the stainless steel counter in front of him, and said to Peng Ying and Guo Zhaodi:

"Forget it, I'll find it myself!

You two help her in!

As for you guys..."

He pointed at the stunned tellers, then pointed at the 40,000 Chinese coins on the counter, and said coldly: "Change money! You can change as much as you like!"

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