Ji Xiang's ears moved, "Corruption? What kind of calamity?"

"There have been accidents and people have died."

“!!!”

Ji Xiang was stunned.

This kind of car can still be sold?!

And Teacher Meng Qingfei dares to buy this kind of car?

"I know a guy who is really doing business. A murderous car is a murderous car, and people don't shy away at all. It's like a man who sells a haunted house. It's clear from the beginning that it's pretty good."

“Very cheap?”

"I bought a murder car that had a major accident. The previous owner also died. This Mercedes-Benz has only been sold as scrap iron."

"Teacher Meng...is not good." Ji Xiang frowned and persuaded.

"I'm sorry, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, why are you worried about this? Besides, when I was young, I was a great socialist wizard."

“…”

Ji Xiang disagrees with Meng Qingfei's attitude.

If you don’t believe it or not, you should stay away from it.

Meng Qingfei talked nonsense, and he was not a great master, but his attitude was really unbelievable.

"Teacher Meng, is it reliable? Don't make any trouble." Ji Xiang also wanted to persuade him.

"Come on, let me show you this guy." Meng Qingfei laughed and took out his cell phone.

Find a profile.

[I have been in the used car industry for more than ten years and have never sold high-quality cars. The car condition is transparent, and I don’t cheat my old friends or fans. If you say you die, you will die a few! You have a strong horoscope, you are not afraid of nightmares, or you are not afraid of cheap ones.

Come.】

Finally, there is another saying - an important partner of the funeral home.

Emmmmm.

Ji Xiang felt his head buzzing and hurt.

Maybe Shen Lang will like it, but Ji Xiang really can't like it.

"It's so awesome!" Meng Qingfei praised.

"Sold according to scrap iron, what kind of car will you buy tomorrow, Teacher Meng?"

“Mercedes-Benz GLE350.”

Ji Xiang sighed, it turns out that this is the case. Perhaps the system can really know the cause and effect.

"Show you my car." Meng Qingfei has already described it as "mine".

Ji Xiang didn't persuade him anymore. Meng Qingfei looked gentle and friendly, but in fact he had a stubborn temper.

[7 years old Mercedes-Benz GLE350, a major traffic accident, the black dog has been tested, three dead in the back seat, the blood has not been cleaned, so one is not afraid of trouble.]

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang cursed in his heart.

The guy who sells the car is really not afraid of big troubles. He wrote all three of them clearly after he died, and even wrote about the blood that was not cleaned.

Is this an alternative marketing?

Maybe.

Everyone sells high-quality cars, but they don’t know the condition of the car when buying cheap cars. On the contrary, people who are really making it clear are more likely to be believed.

But Meng Qingfei and Teacher Meng are really brave!

Although Ji Xiang is not very scared, he is always uncomfortable.

"There is still interaction here." Meng Qingfei seemed to really not care. He smiled and opened the video and found an interaction.

This is a 13-year-old Mazda. Two people died and bought the owner left a message.

[Boss, why are the air conditioner still bleeding?]

The boss replied—[Isn’t that normal? I have a car too. Don’t be afraid if you have a strong horoscope, it’s okay.]

Ji Xiang sighed.

Although he knew that it was a joke between fans and UP hosts, this was a bit too far.

"Teacher Meng, why don't you forget it? I always feel that something is strange." Ji Xiang asked tentatively.

"Xiao Ji, ask you something." Meng Qingfei lay down on the bed in the duty room, stepped on the ladder to go to the upper bunk, crossed his legs and said leisurely.

"You talk."

"You said, many people feel that blue sky, white clouds, and snowy mountains can cleanse people's hearts when they go to snow areas. How do you explain this?"

"It's normal, it's just that literary youth is pretentious." Ji Xiang replied.

"Hahaha, I think it's because of my brain's lack of oxygen and short circuit. I think of many things, so I feel happy." Meng Qingfei's nonsense skills were very deep.

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang laughed.

"So, from the perspective of materialists, it doesn't matter how many people died in the car, it's enough to be cheap. In addition, the engine has not been overhauled, so it can be driven after buying it."

Ji Xiang deeply suspected that Meng Qingfei was also lacking in oxygen.

Then, can it be the same?

"Are there fewer dead people in our hospital? To be honest, there are more dead people I have seen than those who are otakus... familiar living people." Meng Qingfei said disdainfully.

"Teacher Meng, you are awesome, a pure materialist."

"What others talk about is business, but what I talk about is materialism."

Ji Xiang gave a thumbs up.

"Okay, I won't be nonsense with you. Take the time to go back and rest." Meng Qingfei turned over and wanted to send Ji Xiang away.

At this moment, an old lady came towards the end of the corridor.

She covered her right hand with her left hand and could see blood.

Meng Qingfei sighed, a little depressed, "I'll deal with it, you can go back first."

"Don't worry, I'll have time to leave after I've dealt with the patient." Ji Xiang immediately stretched out his hand.

Meng Qingfei was not too polite, and he was so happy that he threw the key into Ji Xiang's hand.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang saw that Meng Qingfei was asking about his medical history, so he came over.

The medical history is very simple. The old lady picked up garbage and accidentally cut her hands with broken glass, causing bleeding, so she went directly to the hospital to bandage.

Ji Xiang took the patient to the treatment room, turned on the floor lamp familiarly, and investigated the patient's wounds.

The wound is not deep, but it is relatively long, about 5cm.

"Just stitch two stitches." Meng Qingfei glanced at him and gave him a disposal opinion.

"No, no, I'll bandage it, no need to sew or sew." The patient quickly refused.

"It's better to have two stitches, it won't hurt. Auntie is fine." Meng Qingfei said politely.

"No need."

Meng Qingfei gave Ji Xiang a look.

"Auntie, it's like a mosquito bite when taking an anesthetic. It doesn't hurt at all, don't worry."

Ji Xiang showed a friendly and pure smile.

"Uh... I don't have money, just bandage it, it's a minor injury anyway." The old man said in a little embarrassed.

Meng Qingfei didn't say anything, he looked at Ji Xiang and the patient with great enthusiasm.

Similar situations are very common in hospitals, and Meng Qingfei obviously wants to see how Ji Xiang deals with it.

"Hey." Ji Xiang smiled, "Auntie, it's okay. It's midnight, I feel troublesome when I open an order and collect money. Hurry up and sew two stitches. I'll take a rest as well if you leave."

"..." The old lady was stunned for a moment.

"But it's still necessary to break tetanus, and it's not expensive. Take the time, and you don't have to spend money on sewing or something."

“…”

Ji Xiang advised him a few more words, then went to Meng Qingfei's locker to get a spare anesthetic.

Meng Qingfei just looked at it with a smile, without saying a single word.

Since he didn't have money, the old man didn't insist. Ji Xiang put on gloves to clean the wound, then gave him anesthetic and sutured two stitches.

It didn't even take 10 minutes to complete the whole set.

Ji Xiang was right and said with satisfaction, "Let's go, I'll get you tetanus."
To be continued...