The Best Little Doctor

For example, with regards to the medical fees, Chen Mo naturally had a method of calculation in his heart. You're underpaying the doctor, that won't do. If you want to give him more money, he won't do it.

However, once the price was in place, he would do his best and never hesitate.

This kind of person had a principle to his words. If one were to put it harshly, it would mean that he was dead set on his words.

In An Qingya's eyes, Chen Mo was such a person who only cared about death.

An Qingya was not Er Ya. It was clear that she still had not understood Chen Mo well enough.

He was neither stubborn nor inflexible, much less inflexible.

It was just that he wouldn't be able to gain anything from it. This was what his Master and Uncle-Master had often told him.

He did not want to be indebted to others.

Because it was hard to return a favor.

Even if An Qingya only gave him things that he deemed insignificant, he would not take them.

From the sound of it, Chen Mo was a little retarded. He didn't even want the money for free?

But in reality, he was just more committed to himself than anyone else.

"The price for the consultation fee has already been agreed upon, and I have also advanced the salary. If you have any problems during this period, you will not charge any additional consultation fee. Otherwise, I would have asked for money from you when I gave you the massage yesterday. "

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then said: "How about, you go inside to train, I'll wait for you outside?"

How could An Qingya be willing? She couldn't reason with him, so she said emotionally, "Brother Chen, aren't you my private doctor? What if I get sick inside? What if I fell like yesterday? What if something happens to me when you're not around? "

"Ugh …"

Although An Qingya's condition was already stable, no one could guarantee that no accidents would happen.

Since he had accepted their wages and become their personal doctor, he should still bear the responsibility.

Chen Mo muttered to himself for a while, but still nodded his head in the end: "Alright, then I'll do it! However, I'll just treat this as you lending the money to me first. When I have more money, I'll return it to you.

Can you really do this?

An Qingya bit her lips, looked at Chen Mo with hidden bitterness, and nodded: "Okay."

After swiping the card and paying, the two filled in a form. The Front Desk Girl quickly completed the membership card and passed it to them with a smile.

Even though she looked down upon people like Chen Mo who were countryside bumpkins, but with the two annual cards, she still had a hundred yuan commission, so her attitude on the surface was still very good.

Batty's Health Club was over 700 square meters and had all kinds of equipment. There was nothing to say about the environment.

There were quite a few people practicing in the morning. Some were running on the treadmill, some were riding the bike, and some were squatting and pushing with barbells in their hands.

Chen Mo looked around once, then pointed at Treadmill and said: "Let's run, we'll jog for an hour first."

"Right." An Qingya asked: "Do you want to run Brother Chen with me?

"I'll take a look around first. You run first." Chen Mo said.

An Qingya nodded. Although this was her first time at the gym, she could still operate the treadmill, so she started it very quickly.

Chen Mo wandered around randomly. Looking at that place and touching that place, he was like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world before.

In fact, it was true that he was a country man.

This was the first time he had seen such metal-like exercise equipment.

Looking at these people lifting a barbell which was drenched in sweat, Chen Mo couldn't help but remember the bitter years of cultivation that happened back then.

At that time, in order to increase the strength of his body, Master and Martial Uncle had him carry hundreds of kilograms of stones every day and ran all over the mountain. It had been three to five years since he had started practicing.

In retrospect, the hardships were still fresh in his mind.

Fortunately, he managed to cultivate to the second stage of the Profound Yang Spell and was able to use True Power to refine his body.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Go home and see your mom! "

Just as Chen Mo was looking back, the man who was lying down suddenly scolded.

Chen Mo frowned.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, dark and thin. He was lying on a stool on his back, with his legs bent and knees touching the ground. He was holding a barbell with both hands and pushing it up and down.

"Why are you cursing?" Chen Mo said as he looked at the black skinny man.

"F * ck, so what if I'm scolding you? Look at you, you look like a country bumpkin. "If you don't grow your fields at home and learn how to be high-end and high-class, coming to this gym and making a fool of yourself."

The black skinny man put down the barbell, looked at Chen Mo's cheap clothes, and said with disdain.

Chen Mo's expression instantly darkened.

He was only here to look at those tools, and he didn't provoke anyone. Yet, for no reason, he received a scolding from this idiot. Even a clay figurine would be angered by this.

"What, angry?"

The black skinny man stood up and walked in front of Chen Mo, pointing at him he scolded him, "Let me tell you, this Bardy Gym is a high-end clubhouse, it's not a place a bumpkin like you can enter. It's too low class. "If you know what's good for you, hurry up and f * ck off. Don't come to this gym in the future, otherwise I'll call security to kick you out."

Just as the black lanky man finished speaking, Chen Mo threw him a slap, making him stumble.

Chen Mo looked at him expressionlessly, "You uncultured thing, spew feces all over the place. Didn't your parents teach you how to be a person? "

This slap was not light. The black skinny man's face instantly turned red and swollen. A sweet and fishy taste filled his mouth as he was beaten until he bled profusely.

He covered his face with one hand and pointed at Chen Mo with the other, saying angrily, "You fucking dare to hit me, you countryside bumpkin! Do you know who I am? This club, is my dad … "

Before the black skinny man could finish speaking, Chen Mo without a word, slapped him again, and with a loud smack, the black skinny man's other face was smashed to the ground.

"Even the Emperor can't just casually scold people!"

Chen Mo walked over, grabbed his collar, looked at his swollen cheeks, and said: "Apologize to me!"

Now that he had been slapped twice by Chen Mo in a row, not only was there no fear in his heart, his heart was instead burned with anger. "You country bumpkin, you dare hit me, I'll make you die a horrible death …"

Pow!

Chen Mo slapped his swollen face again with such force that even the blood in his mouth foamed out.

"Apologize."

"F * ck you, do you know who I am? "This Bade Gym was opened by my dad …"

Pow!

Another slap in the air, and blood began to spurt out from the corner of the black skinny man's mouth. With two teeth in his mouth, he fell onto the shiny ground.

"Apologize."

Ah!" I, Yang Wendong, swear that no one will be able to save you today, Dazhuang … Mouse... "Security …

The dark-skinned man's mouth was extremely tough. Even after receiving a few slaps, he was still full of vigor and vitality. His mouth was filled with ruthless words.