Merchant and doctor

At 8:37 pm, after saying hello to Fan Sanqiao, Bian Mu left his clinic.

Out of curiosity, he turned to the southwest, followed Fan Sanqiao's instructions, crossed a long street, turned right out of the intersection, then turned left, walked into a small street, crossed the road, and found the southeast corner of the intersection, the number one from the left. Bian Mu stopped in front of the two shops.

"'Fuyu' casserole noodles? What kind of store name is this? It's nondescript and indecent. When it was registered with the industrial and commercial office, it passed the computer review?! It's a bit strange!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

The location of this small noodle shop is quite good. It is the first one on the street on the left. It is a convenient small supermarket and a chain in the whole province with medium benefits. The neighbor on the right is a cigarette hotel. The street lights are bright and the lights are shining. Bian Mu can see Really, this cigarette shop is large in size and well-decorated. It looks like an old and powerful shop.

With two neighbors like these, the business of "Fuyu" noodle shop should be quite good.

What's more, the male boss also deliberately added something ulterior to the secret sauce.

The convenience small supermarket is a 24-hour operation. Looking around, there are two or three customers standing here and there. It is clean inside and outside. The cigarette shop on the right has long been closed, and there are only a bunch of lights at the door. Profile decorative lights.

The lights of the casserole noodle restaurant have been turned off long ago, and the street lights are shining brightly. The inside seems to be quite neat, and there is a seal and red stamp on the door.

As a doctor, Bian Mu was naturally worried about those old customers who had been eating "that kind of pasta" in the store for a long time.

"How many toxins are there in their bodies, to what extent, and will they affect their lives? If they happen to me, how should I treat them..." Standing on the street, Bian Mu couldn't help but think about it.

"Hey! What are you doing standing here?! Could this shop owner be a relative of yours?" Suddenly, a few inquiries came from behind, a middle-aged man.

Turning his head and looking, he turned out to be a middle-aged man who was taking a walk after a meal. He was holding a well-known black dog. It was of medium height and had slightly white eyes. According to the identification standard mentioned by San Qiangzi occasionally, this dog Maybe we should import famous dogs. Depending on the market conditions, we might have to pay over [-] yuan to negotiate with others.

"Look what you said, no matter how unlucky I am, I won't end up with a relative like this. Are you back from a walk?" Bian Mu replied calmly without being annoyed.

"It doesn't look like you are polite! But... people are unpredictable. Boss Sang usually looks polite. At first glance, he doesn't look like a chef at all." The man seemed quite talkative and responded casually. .

"The boss's surname is Sang? How old are you?" The night breeze was cool. Taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, Bian Mu deliberately chatted with strangers on the street.

"That's right! He must be in his early 30s. He is a man who works all day long and is cleaner than a big girl. He also cooks well. Before the closure, his business was booming! Here is the internet celebrity store!"

"Oh! Why do you have such a strange name? Boss Sang named it yourself?"

"That's right! Listen to him, I don't know if what he copied from the book is true or false. He is young, and the seasonings are filled with cruel ingredients. He is a wicked thing! You really can't tell it at ordinary times."

"It's copied from the book...yo! I remembered it...Boss Sang usually likes to read books, and it's the kind of martial arts kind."

"What? You've never eaten noodles here?! Yes, Boss Sang is quite good at reading books. Don't tell me, they are indeed martial arts books." In surprise, the man looked at Bian Mu from top to bottom. long time. "I really haven't been here, but I have eaten their noodles a few times. The extra secret sauce didn't smell right, so I threw it all away. Now it seems... Boss Sang may still have some conscience. Nana!" After speaking, Bian Mu seemed to be talking to himself.

"What do you mean? There's something in your words! What on earth do you do?" As he spoke, the man looked at Bian Mu warily.

The famous dog raised by the man was indeed extraordinary. He immediately realized that the owner was wary of the young man in front of him. The two wolf-like ears stood up straight at once, and it neither barked nor fussed. However, its owner was wary of the young man in front of him. The tail and hind legs are already starting to gain momentum.

Bian Mu is a man with a lot of skills. He has already noticed the abnormal reaction of the famous dog. However, he has always been able to keep his composure, let alone such a medium-sized pet dog, even a large and fierce dog that has undergone rigorous training. , Bian Mu still held the pinch in his hand.

What's more, during their usual chats, the three strongmen often taught Bian Mu how to deal with the "violent dog" surprise attack.

"My surname is Bian. There is a small clinic nearby, Bian's Clinic. Come and sit at my place if you have time? Haha... We study Chinese medicine and have a sensitive sense of smell. The so-called secret seasoning package made by Sang smells delicious. With an evil spirit, we usually study medicine, and felt that there might be some bad things in it, so we threw it away."

"Oh... Hearing what you said, you really have some knowledge! Well, let's sit in the clinic you opened some other day. You just said martial arts novels...how did you guess it?"

"A few years ago, there was a martial arts novel serialized on the Internet. I can't remember the name. As you know, everything is missing in martial arts novels, except poisoning masters, such as Ouyang Feng and Cheng Lingsu. , and this 'Floating Feather' should be 'Floating Feather Valley', where there lives a hermit master named Luo, who is good at using poison and is known as the best master in the world. Even the Tang Sect in Sichuan and Sichuan have to give him three points!" Bian Mu smiled and made some nonsense.

"Ah?! No way? The man named Sang doesn't look like a unique city. How can he hide such deep thoughts in his heart? Listen to what you mean, he is openly challenging our street! I'm right in front of you Your face is poisoned, and you still can’t eat it, you’re so stupid! I’m afraid that your brains will be slow to react, so I deliberately used the name of the well-known poisonous valley to hint you, but you still continue to be fooled, you are just like a bunch of pigs! Is that what you mean?” At this point, the man was so angry that his upper body was shaking.

No need to ask, this owner is definitely a regular customer of Sang's noodle shop.

"Absolutely! Not to mention that he is quite arrogant. I am also out of curiosity and want to see with my own eyes what kind of person he is and what kind of store he has opened. By the way, how many stores has he opened here? Years old?"

"How many years?! At least ten years! You bastard! You are a pest! You are not worthy of death." The man was so angry that he cursed.

"According to your tone, you are also a regular visitor here?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Bah... What an unlucky person. I am from the north. I love noodles the most. If I don't eat a bowl of noodles a day, I feel uncomfortable all over. Isn't he good at making noodles? Unless it rains heavily, I will definitely come over and make a bowl of noodles! By the way, Aren't you a doctor? Check me out tomorrow? Let's see how deep my poisoning is!"

"Don't worry, the dose he administered is quite small. He didn't intend to harm anyone. He just wanted to improve the taste and make more money. Don't worry." As he spoke, Bian Mu comforted the man casually. A few words.

The man was quite old and didn't believe what Bian Mu said, claiming he had to go to the hospital for a checkup.

"Then leave your contact information! Don't worry, early tomorrow morning, you will go to a nearby tertiary hospital for a blood test. Please give me your mobile phone. I will check a few items specifically, and I will record them on your mobile phone."

"Okay, okay! Thank you!" After saying that, the man happily took out his phone and handed it to Bian Mu.