Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

Yang Bo looked up and couldn't help but be surprised, because the one walking in front was the police chief who had just separated not long ago. Behind the police chief was a white-haired old man who was pushing a wheelchair.    

Seeing Yang Bo raise his head and look over to him, the bureau chief hurriedly used English to greet him, "Hello, Mr Yang!"    

Yang Bo nodded and asked with surprise: "Bureau Chief, what is this?"    

The bureau chief quickly replied, "Mr Yang heard that your medical skills are brilliant. My father has been ill for a long time, and has not been able to be cured. I have brought him here, and hope that you can help me take a look."    

"Advanced medical skills?" Yang Bo asked.    

The bureau chief explained, "A colleague of the bureau just left your place. Your brilliant medical skills have already spread throughout the department!"    

Yang Bo suddenly realized that the person who just left had not even left for two hours, he did not expect him to be able to advertise for him!    

Since he was here to treat the illness, Yang Bo did not say much and pointed to the side, "Push the old man over here!"    

The bureau chief hurriedly pushed the old man to the side of Yang Bo and looked at him nervously.    

Yang Bo laughed, then said with a smile: "Please extend your left hand out."    

The old man couldn't understand English, so the bureau chief quickly communicated with him.    

Yang Bo placed the pulse pillow under the old man's wrist and extended his hand to start a pulse.    

After a moment, Yang Bo retracted his hand, and raised his head to look at the bureau chief, "There are many problems with the old man, what kind of treatment do you want?"    

The bureau chief was stunned, he looked at Yang Bo in embarrassment and asked: "What do you mean?"    

Yang Bo pointed to the old man and said, "The old man is old, there are too many problems in his body, and stroke has caused both his hands and feet to become inconvenient. His early years were obese, so he had diabetes as well.    

Before coming, he had carefully studied the distance and time since Yang Bo entered the sect. Normally, Yang Bo would not have the time to investigate his father's background, so how could Yang Bo guess that his father was a boxer?    

Seemingly seeing through the bureau chief's doubts, he smiled and explained, "There are too many hidden injuries on the old man, which is also the main reason why the old man is sitting on the wheelchair now. If I'm not wrong, the old man has at least seven important internal injuries."    

Hearing this, the bureau chief hurriedly said, "I beg Mr Yang to save my father, he is really too pitiful right now. Every day, he will be troubled by pain.    

Yang Bo nodded his head, "I told you earlier that these illnesses, do you want to cure them all or do you want to cure a portion of them?"    

The bureau chief looked at Yang Bo in shock. He did not quite understand what Yang Bo meant.    

Yang Bo could only let out a light cough and said: "The price for treating each illness is different. Your father has a chronic disease, so the price for treating all these illnesses is extremely high."    

The bureau chief heaved a sigh of relief, "Mr Yang, just treat him as you please. My father was a famous boxer back then and saved up a lot of money. As long as he could cure his illness, it wouldn't be a problem even if he spent all his money!"    

Yang Bo laughed, thinking that the other party was truly magnanimous, but he still waved his hand at Yue Junyao, signalling him: "Ink and brush, serve!"    

Yang Bo was really good at posturing, wanting to use her as a servant to order others around. However, Yue Junyao did not drop the chain, so she took out a brush, ink and paper to send up to his. She was still standing before the table to help Yang Bo make paper and ink.    

Yang Bo took the brush and dipped it in ink. He placed his hands behind his back on the table and wrote down the price list.    

"Mild stroke, treatment cost 500,000 euros!"    

"Diabetes, treatment fee: 800,000 euros!"    

"Healing fee for hidden injuries, 100,000 euros!"    

After writing, Yang Bo waved towards Doctor Faang. He pointed to the words on the note and said: Translate to them!    

Doctor Faang was also shocked when he saw the price list, but he reacted quickly and used French to translate it.    

The bureau chief was stunned when he heard the price.    

The old man stood up immediately. He trembled as he stared at Yang Bo and loudly said a few words.    

Yang Bo did not understand him, while Doctor Faang stood at the side, hesitating a little, not knowing if he should translate.    

He pushed the old man onto the wheelchair and hurriedly explained to Yang Bo: "Mr Yang, I am really sorry, but my father has lost his composure. No wonder you ask such a question, your price is too high!"    

Yang Bo laughed, then pointed to the price list in Doctor Faang's hands: "The price is indeed very high, but you all should have tried many hospitals, if there is a hospital that can cure one of these illnesses, you all wouldn't look for me!"    

"Whether or not you are willing to undergo treatment is not something that you can force either. You can return and think about it, and it will be the same even if you come back tomorrow!"    

At this moment, there were already many people in the medicine store. It was unknown if they were treating the illness or watching the show. After all, a medicine store with a limited number of people was really rare in Paris!    

The director turned and looked out. He nodded and was about to agree.    

The old tutor held him back and said loudly, his emotions agitated, as if he was opposed to the ferocity of the match!    

The director tried to persuade his father, but the old man was too stubborn and shook his head.    

The surrounding crowd discussed animatedly, as if they were intensely discussing something.    

Doctor Faang immediately went up, in his hand were a few pieces of paper, with numbers written on them. From two to ten, the crowd immediately became restless, as many people took the paper, eager to try it out!    

Doctor Faang tried to convince everyone that the treatment price was expensive, but there were still many people who were willing to accept the note!    

Seeing this situation, the bureau chief clenched his teeth and turned to look at Yang Bo, "Mr Yang, I believe you, please treat him!"    

Yang Bo smiled lightly, "My asking price is very high, but I can guarantee that it will be cured. When the treatment is done, you will all know it, I believe the old man will not regret it either!"    

With that said, Yang Bo picked up the brush and began to write down the prescription.    

Yang Bo's prescription had many ancient formulas, which had a certain healing effect, but to cure it was impossible, so when he wrote down the prescription, he was not afraid of leaking it, because the main treatment was spirit energy massage!    

His handwriting was as free as the wind and as agile as a dragon.    

After writing it, Yang Bo looked at it carefully, and was very pleased with himself. He turned around and smiled: "When I turn around, I can take this recipe to the auction house for auction!"    

Yang Bo's words were spoken using Chinese. Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu sat on the side chatting, while the Doctor Faang busied himself with entertaining the patients. Nobody paid attention to him at all, making him feel slightly awkward.    

Yang Bo could only say to Yue Junyao: "Junyao, come and grab the medicine!"    

Yue Junyao was a little unwilling, "The monthly salary has not been paid yet!"    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]