MTL - Doctor Chen, Don’t Be a Coward!-Chapter 40 Bezoar Bureau Middle Bureau

   Chapter 40 Bezoar Game Middle Game

Five p.m.

  Chen Nan put away the book.

   After writing the medical record, he read the book for a while. After all, for the assessment of the provincial medical system next month, it is impossible not to read the book.

  Although I spent a lot of time in the clinic, there are still some differences between the examination and the clinical.

  Chen Nan also had to actively prepare for battle.

The book    was given to Chen Nan by He Duankang, and it was his test book at that time.

   In his words, feel happy.

   Lao He didn't come at all in the afternoon, which made Chen Nan less chance to eat.

  He Duankang has a good family background. His parents are from public institutions, so there is no pressure in life.

  There is a job of weaving, and there is no need for a satisfactory wife.

   Chen Nan delivered a two-hour takeaway after leaving get off work.

   This point is the peak period.

   And Chen Nan looked at some delivery skills shared in the takeaway group, and delivered about ten orders in two hours. He was lucky.

  I was almost late for one order, but the other party was very good at talking and did not give bad comments.

   This made Chen Nan feel empty instead!

   I always feel that something is missing.

   Around 7:00, Chen Nan went to the vegetable market. The black-bone chicken last time was gone. He planned to buy another one, and then buy some beef for Chen Wenyin to make up for it.

  The 10,000 yuan that Tian Menglan thanked him has already been withdrawn by Chen Nan.

   I also have some money on hand.

  The suburban vegetable market is very lively every day.

  People from the surrounding villages set up stalls here to sell vegetables.

   Many are grown by themselves.

   So the price is not expensive, and it is relatively fresh.

  Chen Nan picked a relatively large black chicken and bought some eggs by the way.

   When I was about to buy beef, I suddenly saw a lot of people gathered there.

"Wow!"

   "Look what this is?"

   "Niu Bao, right?"

   "This thing should be expensive, right?!"

   "Expensive? Haha, don't you understand? There is no market for the price!"

   Chen Nan listened to the voice, and was a little curious in his heart, so he couldn't help but lean over.

   At this time, more and more people were watching.

   The meat seller is an old man in his 60s. He is not tall, a little thin, with old clothes and many wrinkles on his face. He looks like a villager in the surrounding.

  The old man rode a tricycle with half a cow on it, as well as some bits and pieces of tripe, heart, whip... and the like.

   seems to have just killed a cow and came here to sell meat.

   But at this moment, the old man was nervously watching the man buying meat in front of the stall.

   "This big brother, I won't sell this liver!"

   The other party was a bald man in his thirties with a broad waist and a round waist. He was wearing a white vest, and the tattoo on his back leaked out!

  The man stared at the old man fiercely, and pointed his right hand at the other party: "I said I was going to buy it, why didn't I sell it?"

   "I tell you!"

   "Don't even think about it!"

   "What's in here, it doesn't matter to you!"

  The nervous sweat of the old man was about to stay at this time: "Big brother, you can't do this..."

   "You haven't bought it yet, besides... I haven't sold this liver yet."

   "You can't be so domineering, can you?"

The    man frowned and said aggressively: "What's wrong? Didn't I say it just now? I want this liver!"

   "You old thing, don't sell it when you see something good in it?!"

   "How can you do business like this!"

   "Everything is on the scale, do you think I want it?"

   The old man was a little nervous when he spoke: "You bought the liver, I'll give you the liver, can't I do it if I don't want the money?"

   "The things in here are not yours either."

  The man slapped the table angrily: "Grass!"

   "I bought the liver, and the contents here are mine too!"

   "Will you give it!?"

  At this time... the surrounding audience was also talking about it.

   "That's right, this meat seller is not kind. If he sees something good in the liver, he won't sell it."

   "You are talking nonsense, they sell beef liver, and the contents are not sold. Isn't this a strong word!"

   "Tsk tsk, this bezoar is valuable, at least two or three hundred per gram, right? Such a big bezoar, at least thirty or fifty grams? Why can't it be ten or twenty thousand!"

   "That is to say! No wonder we have to quarrel!"

  …

   Listening to the discussion of the people around, Chen Nan also figured out what was going on at this time.

   When the young man was buying beef liver, the old man found something in the liver duct, and ran away to find it was bezoar.

   No, young people feel that they have already bought this thing.

   And the old man was reluctant to give.

   This caused a dispute.

   At this time, there were more and more onlookers.

The    arguments are also getting louder.

   After all, this kind of liveliness is not easy to encounter.

   At this time, the crowd suddenly said, "Just separate each of you and half!"

   "Yes, why bother!"

   And at this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit came out: "Don't, don't, don't!"

   "Don't cut it!"

   "Such a big bezoar can only be sold at a good price if they are sold together. If they are separated, the price will be discounted!"

   "This old gentleman, can I take a look at this bezoar?"

   The old man frowned, a little cautious: "What are you doing?"

   "Why did you rob it?"

  The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly laughed: "Hehe... I stole it? No, no, you underestimate my Qian!"

   "A friend of mine is in the business of medicinal materials."

   "No, I came here to buy groceries and happened to see it."

   "You bezoar, if it is qualified, I will buy it, how about it?"

   "At that time, you will share half of the money per person, wouldn't it be easy to share?"

   Hearing the man's words, the tattooed man in the vest nodded, "Alright, what price can you give?"

   "I tell you, don't bluff me."

   "This bezoar, at least two hundred and one gram, is such a big bezoar, there is no problem in selling it for ten thousand or twenty thousand!"

  The man smiled: "Can I take a look first?"

   After hesitating for a moment, the old man handed the thing over: "Be careful!"

   "You will lose money if you break it!"

   The man in the suit nodded and smiled. He held it in his hand and looked at it. After a while, his eyes lit up: "It's good!"

   "How much do you want?"

  The old man nodded excitedly: "Ten thousand!"

   At the same time, the man with the vest tattoo said, "Twenty thousand!"

   And this time!

   Chen Nanyue looked at this posture, and the more he felt that something was wrong.

   This is… a scam! ?

   He frowned slightly and looked carefully at the bezoar in the man's hand!

As the saying goes!

   The drug seller has two eyes, the drug user has one eye, and the drug user has no eyes.

   means that people who sell medicines need to know not only the properties of medicines, but also the quality of medicines.

   And a doctor is a person who uses medicine, and only knows the properties of the medicine.

   The patient knows nothing.

   There are so many people around, everyone is a novice, how do you know if this thing is true or false!

   Just heard the name and knew it was a good thing.

   However, after Chen Nan obtained the proficient level of [Material Herbal Tasting], his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine exceeds that of most practitioners.

   When he saw the man in the suit holding something in his hand, he had already made a judgment in his heart!

   What's more, he has a ready-made bezoar in his hand.

  Natural bezoar is loose, coarse grained, and layered, but the other hand doesn't have a little bit of conformity, it's more like a handicraft product!

   Or it is made of artificial bezoar.

   The most important thing is that the other party played with it like this, and even rubbed it on the nails, but there was no "hanging armor" phenomenon.

   At this time, the bezoar is moist. Under normal circumstances, it can be dyed when applied on the nails. The jargon is called "hanging nails".

   (end of this chapter)