That night.

At the midnight snack stall, there were a lot of beer bottles on the table in the corner.

"No, what's going on?"

The person who spoke was a man who looked gentle and gentle with glasses, named Deng Zhongchao.

Deng Zhongchao was smoking a cigarette and looked at Bi Yanjun next to him in surprise. Too many things have happened recently, and it is simply scary for his friend to jump off the building.

Bi Yanjun looked frowning, lowered his head and kept silent, and took another big mouthful of beer.

"That day... my mother suddenly didn't know what happened."

Bi Yanjun's lips twitched slightly and continued, "I'm calling me out for no reason, and sent me an address, saying that I'll come quickly."

"I'm worried, so I greeted the duty room and went out of the hospital while I was resting at noon."

"As a result, I ran away and found a master named Master Li, and asked for a divination."

Bi Yanjun said with a stern face: "No, what kind of peace talisman is asking for? And what kind of peace talisman is it? It's a safe paper crane, twenty yuan."

He blew the ash and said, "I was quite disgusted at the time and almost started arguing with my mother."

"Later, I thought about forgetting it, it's twenty yuan."

Bi Yanjun looked at his friend with a haunted face, and then said, "I tell you, this is really evil."

"That fortune teller was fine, but it just happened to be my turn to pay, and he jumped out."

"It's simply inexplicable!"

He recalled the scene at the beginning, and his eyes were a little confused: "When he came out, he said that I should not see blood or use a knife."

Bi Yanjun immediately added: "No, he asked me at that time what job he was. My mother was honest and told me that I was a doctor."

"You said this is hell!"

Bi Yanjun sighed tiredly and rubbed his head.

Since that incident, his life has completely fallen to a low point, he has lost his job, and it has become a luxury to become a doctor again.

Even the family and relatives looked at him with a little uncomfortable look, and the feeling was difficult to describe in words.

Deng Zhongchao also frowned and said, "It's not my buddy who said you, what did you think at that time? Why did you feel like you didn't drive anymore and ran to jump off the building?"

Bi Yanjun took a sip of beer and shook his head bitterly, "I was really broken at that time, you don't know that feeling."

"I came out of the operating room and my hands were shaking."

His face looked extremely ugly: "The patient's family was a murderer, and I did make a mistake at that time, and I was full of blood."

"If people cannot be rescued, I will be done."

"The more I think about it, the more I feel that life is hopeless."

"I finally got to this point and worked as a chief surgeon for the first time. If this happened, do you think there is still a hospital that dares to ask me?"

Bi Yanjun lowered his head in depressed depression and murmured: "Really, you didn't see the faces of those families. He knelt on the other side and cried, pointing at me and scolding."

He smiled with a hint of self-deprecating smile: "At that time, I was like I was walking around, and I was full of scolding and accusations in my ears."

"I feel like my life is over."

Bi Yanjun had finished speaking, and couldn't help but take a sip of beer.

It's just a dog.

Deng Zhongchao frowned and said, "Hey, have you ever thought that it might be the fortune teller that it was the influence of you."

"It's not that there is any hint in my heart."

"It's like you think you'll have something to do when you go out today, and then you keep muttering, but you'll be really unlucky when you go out."

"I don't remember what this is called, anyway, there is such a saying."

Deng Zhongchao swears: "Maybe you say you don't believe it, but you're so panicked. You've been thinking about it all the time, and something will definitely happen if you are uneasy."

Bi Yanjun took a breath and said with a stern face: "I thought so too, and when I turned around, I wanted to find someone to mess with him, do you know?"

"You know what my mother said. When my mother went back, she scolded me, saying that I didn't listen to the master."

Deng Zhongchao was also a big shot.

Feeling that his brother was really miserable, he shook his head and said, "Come on, take a sip."

The two of them had another drink.

Bi Yanjun felt a mess in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "I think there must be something wrong with this person, so I will start to check it."

Bi Yanjun felt extremely complicated. He touched another cigarette and held it next to his mouth, squinted his eyes and said, "The more I checked, the more I felt that something was wrong with this person."

"How to say it?" Deng Zhongchao's eyes lit up: "Tell me carefully."

Bi Yanjun narrowed his eyes, smoked hard, and said, "This fortune teller, everyone calls him Master Li. It has only been the past two months since the store started to tell fortunes to others. It seems that the son inherited his father's business."

"He doesn't charge money for fortune telling. To be precise, he needs to be effective before he can collect money."

Deng Zhongchao's mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't help but spit out two words: "Lying on the grass!"

Bi Yanjun said in a complicated tone: "It is said that his car was delivered by more than two million Porsches. It is a director of a variety show. Many people know about it, but strangely, it is impossible to find it online."

"I specifically asked people from Changling West Street, but they kept saying that this was the case, and there were photos in the circle of friends to prove it."

"It was said that he had done a fortune telling for the other party's relatives and family, and he also had an operation, which was a high-risk operation."

"I asked my classmates to inquire about the hospital. There was really this incident. It was said that the risk was very high. The doctor dared not nodded because it was the surgery that the famous old professor had just been asked in private."

"The unexpected success is not a secret in their hospital."

Deng Zhongchao's eyes widened and he once again said two words that were exactly the same as before, but this time his tone became heavier.

"Lying on grass?"

Although there are only two simple words.

But it fully demonstrated the surprise and shock deep in his heart.

Deng Zhongchao said in surprise: "So what you mean is, this fortune teller has something?"

Bi Yanjun also nodded with a serious expression: "Something is something!"

He brushed his hair in a mess and said, "This is really a bit fucked. You said he can really calculate it. I feel incredible no matter how you think about it, but you say he is a liar, you can't find any evidence."

Deng Zhongchao resolutely denied the attitude and mocked: "If he is really that awesome, he will not go to heaven?"

"Brother, this must be a naked scam, and it may be packaged by a team."

"I tell you that the current team of scammers is very professional and has excellent methods."

Deng Zhongchao smiled with a touch of joke on his lips and said, "No, no charge is allowed. It sounds awesome, but in fact there is something wrong with it."

"If it's not accurate, will you go back and cause trouble? Not so, you didn't give any money, at most you just curse."

"But what if you see a ghost and hit it right, go back and give the money, and then the team deliberately hyped it up, and the reputation will increase."

Deng Zhongchao patted the other party’s shoulder with confidence and said, “There is no so-called prediction of the future in this world and deducing the secrets of heaven.”

"What era is this? Can that thing fool people?"

"It's just that the means are a little more clever."

After saying this, Bi Yanjun also felt that it made sense. If you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

If you don’t charge money, you are actually throwing a wide net.

Those who don’t believe in it will naturally stop going, and those who go there will be fooled and stunned.

Bi Yanjun gritted his teeth and cursed: "Grass!"

"You think you can find a way to expose his true face."

Deng Zhongchao hesitated for a moment, and suddenly had an idea and said, "In this way, I will give you a move. Isn't he awesome? Let's help him."

"What do you mean?" Bi Yanjun asked in surprise.

Deng Zhongchao smoked happily and said, "Praise him, praise him to heaven, just say the God's doctrine, whatever you say, push him to the altar."

"Think about it, then a group of guests who come here, especially some powerful ones!"

"As the saying goes, you can walk by the river often, so you don't have any shoes wet!"

"If you encounter someone who is irritable, why don't you mess with him?"

He raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "This is called "Praise". The higher we praise, the more miserable he will fall. And we don't have to do it, and he will not be able to take it by himself."
Chapter completed!