Ma Deshui was born in Sichuan and used to be a contractor. A few years ago, in the Gusu area, Ma Deshui brought more than a hundred migrant workers in Sichuan to catch up with this wave. Because Ma Deshui is honest in his work and has high quality of work, he became more developed in a few years and established a "Deshui Construction Company" himself and became the boss.

This afternoon, the government has publicly tendered more than 100 projects in Nanpan area of ​​Gusu. This is a good opportunity. Even the smallest project has a contract of more than 30 million yuan. For a small company like Ma Deshui, being able to eat one project is enough for the company to complete a year-on-year profit plan. Of course, making money is easy, but competition is also very large, so Ma Deshui was worried and wanted to cure his stiff neck and strive for it in the best state.

When Ma Deshui heard Song Jian say that he didn't need to prick his neck, but just pricked his feet, he naturally felt relieved. He was a migrant worker contractor and had no less than ten scars on his hands and feet. He didn't care about the small pain of pricking his feet.

"Come on, come on, just thorn, brother, as long as you can cure my illness, I will pay." As he said that, Ma Deshui bent over, tilted his neck, and took off the leather shoes and socks from his feet.

Song Jian nodded. He was not afraid that Ma Deshui would be stolen. He looked at Ma Deshui's neck, which was a lagging pillow on the right. Song Jian asked Ma Deshui to lift his left foot and put it on the stool.

"What is that kid doing? Is it acupuncture?"

"It seems to be right, but can it be useful to have a sprained neck and needles on your feet? It's so far away."

"Yes, yes, let alone this big man is too tall, so the effect of acupuncture will definitely not be able to spread."

The people around him were talking in a low voice.

Qi Fei waved to Dr. Li and whispered: "Go and call the security guard."

"It's the director." Dr. Li walked quickly.

Song Jian didn't think too much. He was really sure to treat this minor problem, and now he could also let go of his hands and feet to use his skills at will. Back then, Song Jian didn't dare to activate the needle at will. Those emperors and concubines were all dragon bodies and phoenix bodies. If one needle was not effective, his head would probably be gone.

Seeing the Shugu point on Ma Deshui's left foot, the needle in the syringe in Song Jian's hand had pierced without hesitation.

"Ah! It hurts so much... It hurts so much!" Ma Deshui howled like a pig.

Qi Fei, who was standing beside him, breathed a sigh of relief and sneered in his heart. He knew that the real acupuncture did not hurt much. If the patient cried out with one injection, he would be a rookie.

But Qi Fei forgot that the needles used in Song Jian’s hand were large syringe needles, and the part of the needle was behind the toes that were most sensitive to the human nerves, how could it not hurt!

Song Jian ignored Ma Deshui's howl, and his fingers suddenly rotated, and the needle between his fingers quickly rotated with his fingers.

"Ah! It hurts! Ouch, it's sour and numb! Ouch! It's so numb! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, I'm fine, oh, I can't stand it anymore, I really can't stand it anymore." As he said, Ma Deshui grabbed Song Jian's palm with both hands and prevented Song Jian from continuing to move the needle.

"Damn it! It's true and fake, so magical!"

"Yes! Why is the big man's neck getting better?"

"Yes, it's so incredible. I was tilting my head just now, why isn't it tilted now?"

“…”

The patients around him buzzed and talked.

Hearing this discussion, Ma Deshui realized that he shook his neck left and right, then stood up suddenly and said, "I#￥%, my neck really doesn't hurt anymore! I'm so good!"

All the Sichuan swear words popped out of Ma Deshui's mouth after this excitement.

Song Jian stood up with the chair. He sighed in his heart that his body was too weak, and he felt exhausted after such an injection.

"Okay, pull the needle down first and then pay," Song Jian said without any change in his expression.

Ma Deshui then remembered Song Jian. He lowered his head and saw that the needle was still inserted into his feet. He bent down and pulled out the needle. A few drops of blood gushed out. A kind-hearted patient sent a tissue. Ma Deshui easily wiped the blood and put on socks.

The patients around him were stunned for a moment when they saw that Ma De Fruit had indeed recovered.

Ma Deshui smiled and looked at Song Jian, saying, "Brother, my neck is almost as good as it is, but can you tell me the reason? My cervical spine is displaced, and there is still cervical neuritis, how can you get better with one injection?"

"And it's still a pricked foot!" one of the onlookers added.

Song Jian frowned and said, "Give the money first."

Ma Deshui smashed his mouth, then took out a stack of money from his briefcase and put it in Song Jian's hand.

Song Jian nodded and said, "You are an ordinary wind-relieving pillow, but the doctor who treated you had the incorrect massage technique, which aggravated the hematoma of your neck muscles, so it became more and more painful. My acupuncture is just to clear the blood stasis in the meridians. The part you were injured is the foot-solar meridian. Although it was on the neck, the meridians of the human body were penetrated up and down, so I chose an acupoint on the foot-solar meridian on your feet. Using the dredging technique, you will naturally recover. At night, you use a hot water bag to apply a little heat to your neck, and it will be completely cured the next day."

After a brief explanation, Song Jian pretended to have the ten thousand yuan and walked out of the crowd.

"It's that side, that side, that liar is in the crowd!" Dr. Li's voice sounded, and there was a chaotic sound of footsteps accompanied by his voice.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! There are also people in the hospital who are cheating, so they are too presumptuous. Doctor Li, don't worry, we will definitely bring him to justice for such a scammer." A middle-aged man in a security suit said loudly, pushing the crowd away while saying that.

The four security guards behind him followed.

"Go! Go! Get out of here! Who is the scammer? Your Director Qi is the scammer! What are the cervical spine displacement, what are the muscle tissue damage, what are the cervical neuritis? Damn it turns out that they are all fooling me!" Ma Deshui saw that the security guard squeezed in and wanted to take Song Jian away, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Hahahaha..." The patients around burst into laughter.

"I said, why did a big man get so many problems after sleeping? It turned out that it was made up by the doctor."

"Hey, nowadays, it's fine if you don't have real skills, but you're still full of lies."

"What's the solution? If you are sick, you can't come to the hospital!"

The patients around him complained one by one. Qi Fei heard it, his face turned red and white, and then he pushed everyone away suddenly, lowered his head and hurriedly left.

"Director Qi! Director Qi, do you want to catch this liar?" Dr. Li, who had just graduated, didn't know what happened, so he chased Qi Fei and ran over.

"Get back to me and I will give you a 30,000-word examination tomorrow!" Qi Fei scolded Dr. Li angrily, and then strode away.

"Ah?" Dr. Li was confused.

The five security guards were even more confused and stood there, not knowing whether they should do anything.

Ma Deshui stretched out his big arm and escorted Song Jian out of the crowd.

Song Jian nodded at Ma Deshui and said, "Goodbye." Then he was about to leave quickly.

"Hey, little brother, this is my business card. Can you give me a business card?" Ma Deshui reached out and handed Song Jian a gold-hot business card.

Song Jian took it, shook his head and said, "I don't have a business card."

"Hehe, brother, you are really unhappy," Ma Deshui stared at Song Jian's upper pocket and said.

Song Jian was stunned, then lowered his head and saw several business cards exposed in the upper pocket of his shirt.

"Oh, so there is," Song Jian didn't feel embarrassed either. He pulled out one, handed it to Ma Deshui, and then quickly left.

"Siyuan Natural Technology Co., Ltd. full-time deputy driver, Song Jian. Driver? Or deputy?" Ma Deshui was stunned in the local area, not knowing whether the business card was true or not. He always thought that Song Jian must be a doctor in a clinic or hospital, how could he be a driver?

"Hey, Lao Ma, why are you here?" A cheerful greeting came from behind.

Ma Deshui turned around and saw that it was a bald man. He smiled and said, "I'm here to see a doctor. Why? Boss Xu, are you here to see a doctor?"

"No, I was planning to collect the corpse of a damn bastard, but that bastard didn't die!" The person who came was Xu Qiangsan. When Xu Qiangsan mentioned Song Jian, he was naturally angry and cursed.

"Haha, Boss Xu is joking. Oh, by the way, Boss Xu, does your Siyuan company have a driver named Song Jian?" Ma Deshui suddenly remembered that Xu Qiangsan is the real father of the chairman of Siyuan Natural Technology. Of course, he often hangs in the circle, and Ma Deshui also knows what kind of guy Xu Qiangsan is. He just calls "Boss Xu" and is just polite. Who doesn't know that Xu Qiangsan has no real power in his hands, and he is shameless all day long to eat and drink.

When Xu Qiangsan heard Ma Deshui mention "Song Jian", his face changed and said, "Old Ma, what do you mean? Did you hear any rumors? Let me tell you, that bastard Song Jian has nothing to do with our Xu family! How could a drug ghost who only knows how to take drugs have something to do with our Xu family!"

Xu Qiangsan thought Ma Deshui knew about Song Jian and Xu Si's engagement, so he opened his mouth and strongly denied it.

Ma Deshui looked at Xu Qiangsan in confusion, then smiled and said, "I think Brother Song Jian is a good guy and has the ability. Oh, if you don't want him to be a driver, don't forget to tell me that although our company is small, there are still a few high-paying positions..."

As he was talking, Ma Deshui's cell phone rang.

Waving at Xu Qiangsan, Ma Deshui held his briefcase, then ran out of the hospital hall with the phone call.

"What does it mean?" Xu Qiangsan stood there in shock, "High-paid position? Hey, hey, Lao Ma, Mr. Ma, do you think I am suitable for a high-paid position..."
Chapter completed!