The skinny monkey's face changed.

He asked with his neck tampered, "Nonsense, what's the problem with me?"

"You have an apple allergy, you won't forget it, do you?"

Zuo Yang said coldly.

What?

Apple allergies?

Many people are confused by this fresh word.

Is it true or false, can Apple still be allergic?

"How do you know?"

The skinny monkey's face changed and he screamed subconsciously.

When he called this, he had already admitted that he had known about his apple allergy.

"A brainless stupid guy!"

Master Ma's face was covered in ferociousness and his veins were exposed. He wished he could slap this pen to death with one slap.

A good game of chess was ruined by him.

"Oh, is it really an apple allergy?"

"Oh my God, why is this young man so powerful and he can cure his illness?"

"Little brother, you are so handsome, I like you!"

"It turns out that the fruit is not poisonous. They want to harm people. I almost threw away the half-pull fruit."

“…”

The people who ate fruit screamed at the same time, turned their guns and praised Zuo Yang.

"Little bastard, this matter is not over!"

With so many people watching, Ma Ye didn't dare to do anything more excessive. He glared at Zuo Yang viciously, waiting for the man to leave in shame.

"Handsome guy, weigh me a few kilograms of apples!"

"I want two for each!"

"Give me five pounds!"

In an instant, the people who were still swaying just now rushed up at the same time and started buying.

A few minutes later, all four baskets of fruits brought by Zuo Yang were sold out.

The person who didn't get it was full of regret and refused to leave.

"Little brother, do you still have this fruit?"

"Little brother, if you like to eat, just give it to them, um..."

"This fruit is so satisfying. I want it, I want it!"

Facing the dissatisfied people, Zuo Yang could only spread his hands and smile bitterly.

"My friends, there are still fruits, but you can only ship them out of Xiandong Gully tomorrow. If you want to buy them, come again tomorrow at this time!"

He had really underestimated everyone's purchasing power before.

The four baskets of fruits, totaling more than 200 kilograms, sold for more than 20,000 yuan, which is simply incredible.

"Then you come on time tomorrow, and they are waiting for you."

"Little brother, you must come tomorrow, or my wife will definitely kill me."

"Young man, I'll come to queue up early tomorrow, I don't believe I can't buy it!"

They were still unsatisfied and left reluctantly.

Zuo Yang grinned.

Nowadays, people have money and are even more jealous of their lives. It would be strange if their fruits are so outrageous and unpopular.

While cleaning up the stall, he thought about what to do next.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man walked towards him with the young man.

"Sorry, the fruits are sold out, come again tomorrow."

He thought he was buying fruits and said without raising his head.

"Little...Little brother, are you just using the vein locking needle and the seven-star needle array?"

The white-bearded old man asked with anticipation on his face and tremblingly.

"It seems to be."

Zuo Yang finally raised his head and glanced at them.

He remembered that when he saved someone, the old man seemed to have broken his method of applying needles.

The white-bearded old man trembled all over, and his beard trembled: "You...you really do?"

Zuo Yang was stunned, a little confused.

What's the situation?

Isn’t it just an ordinary method of needle application? As for being so excited?

Isn't this old man sick?

He moved back a little and said vigilantly: "Old man, I like men and I won't give you needles."

puff!

The old man staggered, his face turned red, his veins leaped straight, and he almost spit out an old blood.

What's the point of this little guy in his head?

He gritted his teeth and said, "What I want to tell you is the vein-locking needle and the seven-star needle array, nothing else!"

The young man didn't dare to laugh, and he endured it very hard.

He looked at the old master with dark face and coughed several times to hide his embarrassment.

He took the opportunity to introduce: "This is my master, an expert from the county traditional Chinese medicine hospital, Mr. Zhao Yunsheng."

Expert of the county traditional Chinese medicine hospital?

Zuo Yang saluted respectfully: "Hello, Dr. Zhao."

Zhao Yunsheng frowned and said, "Who are you... you learned from? How could you lose the acupuncture method?"

"I'm at Western medicine at Winter City Medical University."

Zuo Yang said lightly.

Zhao Yunsheng's eyes were wide open and he exclaimed: "What?

Are you studying Western medicine?”

Damn it!

The young students around him were also confused and almost choked to death.

Is this guy really a Western medicine practitioner?

"Sorry, I'm closing the stall and am still in a hurry to go home to pick fruits."

Zuo Yang ignored their horror, turned around and packed up the stall, and prepared to leave.

Zhao Yunsheng came to his senses and gritted his teeth again.

This kid is so good at medical skills. He has mastered the lost vein-locking needle and the seven-star needle array. He just wants to sell fruits?

What a bastard boy!

In desperation, he grabbed Zuo Yang's bicycle and refused to let him go.

"Boy, your medical skills are so good. I can introduce you to work in the Chinese medicine hospital. It must be better than selling fruits!"

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao."

Go to be a doctor?

If he is a doctor before graduation, it is his dream and his happiness.

But after obtaining the inheritance of the Five Elements Volume of the Heaven, he had more choices.

Wouldn't it be better to stay in Xiandonggou to accompany grandpa and lead everyone to make life in Xiandonggou?

He smiled and shook his head and said, "Old man, I sell a pound of fruit for 100 yuan. Isn't it better to be a doctor?"

"You...you bastard!"

Mr. Zhao Yunsheng's old face turned black and almost got angry to death, and his beard was shaking violently.
To be continued...