On the way to Qucheng, the male assistant sent by Yuan Danqiu asked Guo Dalu: "Mr. Guo, what do you want to deal with Tu Crack? Send him into a cell or drive him out of Su Ji?"

"Dispute?" Guo Dalu was a little puzzled. "He has apologized, and those who came to make trouble have been punished, so there is nothing to deal with."

Male assistant: "If you don't kill a snake, you will suffer..."

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "In my opinion, they are not considered 'snakes'."

This is not Guo Dalu's big talk. He just took a broom and went out to beat him casually, and they all fell down. He was simply a group of mobs, and there was no hidden danger of "being harmed by others".

Moreover, using Yuan Danqiu's power to eradicate the lame men is not in line with Guo Dalu's aesthetics. For Guo Dalu, if you provoke me, I will knock you down and obey you. If you can solve the problem on the spot, you will solve it on the spot. The simple and crude route of "fist is justice".

As for the knowledge of planning, taking advantage of the situation and attacking the heart, he is not very enthusiastic about the knowledge of strategy. As for the moment, he doesn't need to deal with things that can be settled with a broom. Why use the thirty-six strategies?

Those who have eaten brooms dare to have the idea of ​​revenge afterwards. The next thing they have to face is the Mo Family Sword that will definitely be unforgettable for their lives. Guo Dalu doesn't mind at all.

During those years when he led the Mohjong, he used his straightforward simple sword skills to travel around the world, and his ingenious defense equipment to resist powerful enemies. They were all means under the sun, and they were not involved in conspiracy and tricks.

However, the assistant had been following Mr. Yuan for a while. After hearing and hearing, he always felt that this was not enough to do it. He further guided: "Even a fly can make people feel upset..."

"To be honest, I'm actually not good at it..." Guo Dalu said with a smile, "How to say, doing such a thing will make me feel like doing radio gymnastics in a room of one square meter, that's it."

The male assistant didn't understand. He looked at Guo Dalu, and Guo Dalu smiled without explaining it.

"I am not suitable for Hei Niu and I to do this kind of thing, but Tiedan must be very good at doing it." Guo Dalu thought to himself.

Seeing that his companion was confused, the female assistant quietly sent him a text message: "He doesn't want to owe Mr. Yuan the favor, you don't need to ask anymore."

About an hour later, the car drove into the villa area next to Huai River. Guo Dalu turned his head and looked out the window, and was immediately attracted by the beautiful environment of the community.

The quiet and spacious, clean and tidy roads are full of vitality, covering the greening of the entire community, the pool with uninterrupted water spray, and the tall knight sculptures standing in the center of the pool... The natural combination of all the scenery makes people feel refreshed after watching it.

"No wonder rich people like to live in villas. This kind of living environment is indeed pleasant. I will buy one for my parents in the future." Guo Dalu made up his mind secretly.

"Mr. Guo, here."

With the reminder of the female assistant, the car stopped under a three-story independent villa.

As soon as Guo Dalu got off the car, he saw Yuan Danqiu wearing a white shirt and a gray vest standing at the door waiting.

"Mr. Guo is here!" Yuan Danqiu strode over and stretched out his hand from a distance.

Guo Dalu reached out to shake him.

"Thank you hard on the road, go into the house to have a cup of tea first." Yuan Danqiu said while asking Guo Dalu to enter the villa.

Putting aside the gray identity of Yuan Danqiu before his succession, just looking at his home, he is indeed worthy of the elegant name "Confucian Businessman".

A huge luxury villa is decorated with a very traditional and humanistic atmosphere. Whether it is the furniture placed in the house or the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, they all have a classical and literary temperament.

Guo Dalu stared at the big word "Yong" on the wall and asked: "Is this word written by Yuan Dong himself?"

"Yes, it was written by me, which made Mr. Guo laugh."

Yuan Danqiu took a vacation for his aunt and nanny at home today, so he is making tea for Guo Dalu himself.

"I visited an old boxer a few years ago. He suggested that I learn calligraphy, cultivate my body and take my character slowly to resolve my secret injuries." Yuan Danqiu poured a cup of tea for Guo Dalu, "But after practicing over the years, calligraphy has become a bit more beautiful, but the secret injuries have not been cured."

Guo Daluo said: "It is always impossible to cultivate one's own character."

"Yes." Yuan Danqiu chuckled.

After a brief silence, Yuan Danqiu asked: "Mr. Guo said, can my secret injury be completely removed?"

"Of course...that is not a difficult thing for me." Guo Dalu said honestly.

"Well, I believe in Mr. Guo! But over the years, I have become less and less afraid to hold any hope."

"Understand." Guo Dalu nodded. What kind of patient has never seen before in those years of saving the world? Therefore, he is very clear about the various psychological states of the patients.

"There is another thing that I think I need to explain to you in advance. I don't expect any misunderstandings arise because of this matter."

"What Director Yuan wants to talk about is medical expenses, right?"

"Mr. Guo is really quick to speak. Yes, what I want to say is the medical expenses." Yuan Danqiu put down the teacup and looked at Guo Dalu seriously and sincerely, saying: "No matter what the result of Mr. Guo's diagnosis and treatment is, I am very grateful that Mr. Guo is willing to come to the humble house to treat me. Therefore, before the treatment officially begins, I have to pay a deposit of one million in advance."

Guo Dalu shook his head and said, "No, I have my own principles to treat people. I treat poor people. No matter how complicated the condition is, how difficult the process is, or how complicated the medicinal materials are, I can only collect an egg or a cake as a medical fee, and it is not impossible for me to go back empty-handed.

On the contrary, if I treat the rich, even if it is just a simple cold, I may charge a high remuneration far exceeding the market price…”

"I understand." Yuan Dong smiled and nodded.

"The other is that no matter whether it is a poor or a rich person, if the disease is not cured, he will not take any penny."

Guo Dalu added, "So, you don't have to worry about medical expenses. With your wealth and the difficulty of treating your secret injuries, it is not impossible to charge you 100 million yuan."

Yuan Danqiu was a little stunned when he heard this. He originally wanted to use one million to stabilize Guo Dalu's heart, but in the end he was defeated by the opponent's 100 million generals.

Although he had thought of using half of his property to exchange for the complete eradication of the hidden injury, he was a little embarrassed when he heard that he wanted to spend 100 million for the injury.

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "Unless you give up treatment, you will still have to spend so much money in the next few decades, and your pain will always follow you in the process."

When Yuan Danqiu heard the word "pain", he immediately made up his mind, "Okay, as long as you can eradicate my hidden wounds, you can do as much as you want."

Guo Dalu laughed, stood up, and said, "Yuan Dongjiu became a doctor in his injuries. There should be no shortage of all kinds of silver needles at home, right?"

Yuan Danqiu smiled bitterly and said, "No shortage."

Guo Dalu nodded, "Then you can choose a pair of them at will, I haven't had time to spare these things yet."

Yuan Danqiu: "..." Choose any pair? Are you sure the big boy in front of you is not a fake doctor?

Yuan Danqiu led Guo Dalu to a room similar to a sanitary room. In the room, there are all equipment for various resting positions such as sitting, lying, lying, standing, and lying.

"Take off your clothes."

Guo Dalu opened the silver needle bag and gestured at the same time as he gestured casually.

At this time, the miracle Doctor Guo, who had traveled thousands of miles, appeared in the world again.
Chapter completed!