Yang Ling took a few sips of tea slowly, stared at him a few times, put down the teacup and didn't speak.

"Doctor Yang, look," Feng Fatzi said Ai Ai with anticipation.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Boss Feng, if there is anything delicious to eat in the future, eat more, and have more fun!"

Feng Fatzi smiled happily and said, "You mean I'm not sick?"

"No~!" Yang Ling shook his head solemnly and sighed, "I mean you're dying, there's no help!"

"What~!"

Feng Fatzi was shocked, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap" and shattered, and it took a long time before he cried and stammered: "Doctor Yang Yang, don't scare me, I don't feel as strict as you say?"

"Do you believe it or not?" Yang Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Have you been feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath recently, and your heart is sometimes beating very hard?"

"Yes, yes," Feng Fatzi thought for a moment and nodded.

Yang Ling continued: "Do you often can't sleep at night, or wake up after sleeping for a while and then can't sleep again?"

"Yes, yes," a cold sweat broke out on Feng Fatzi's forehead.

"Also, does it always feel breathless to sleep with a woman, and the duration of the insistence is very short?"

The women around them all covered their mouths and looked at Feng Fatzi, and some people were secretly pointing, Feng Fatzi trembled and nodded quickly: "Yes, especially after finishing things, I always feel a feeling of dizziness, Doctor Yang Yang, is my disease very strict?"

"Boss Feng!" Yang Ling didn't answer his words but said earnestly: "There are many people in this world, there are many diseases that cannot be cured, you are already in your forties this year, you look at your luxury car, beautiful woman, big house, and thousands of family wealth that can't be spent, you have all the things that others dream of, what else do you regret! It's in the past, so you have to cherish the good times in front of you, you should eat and play, everyone will die, it's just sooner or later, you must not think too much. ”

Feng Fatzi was about to cry, and he rushed over and took Yang Ling's hand, "Doctor Yang, please, please, you must save me, I don't want to die yet!"

"Alas~!" Yang Ling looked at him and sighed leisurely, "The so-called spring flowers and plants are green, the spring is deep and the water overflows, everything has its natural laws, and you can't escape, you have to look at it, not to mention that there are so many hospitals all over the street, you go and try your luck, maybe it will be cured?"

"Doctor Yang, Doctor Yang, please" Fat Feng almost knelt in front of Yang Ling, holding his hand, snot and tears, pleading, "Doctor Yang, I believe you, just now, yes, the customer just now is already dead, didn't you save it?"

"That's okay!" Yang Ling hesitated for a moment and said: "I'm not an immortal, I can only do my best, the so-called do your best to obey the fate of heaven, it's better for you to go to a regular big hospital for systematic treatment." ”

"Okay! Okay!" Feng Fat Man was overjoyed, and quickly stood up to arrange the room, Yang Ling did not procrastinate, let Feng Fat Man lie down on the bed, and then pressed a few times on several acupuncture points on his body, in Feng Fat Man Shu Tai's moaning, Yang Ling lightly tapped his sleeping point, and then exited the room.

On the way back, Yang Ling, who was driving, didn't say a word with a solemn face, and Zhen Tian in the co-pilot endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help asking: "Yang Ling, is that Boss Feng really terminally ill?"

Yang Ling showed a wicked smile and said, "It's not so strict, I'll scare him!"

"Huh?" Zhen Tian couldn't help but open her mouth for a few seconds before stammering, "How can you be so bad?"

Yang Ling braked the car on the side of the road and asked very puzzledly, "Sister Zhen, didn't you ask me to do this?"

Zhen Tian thought for a moment and said suspiciously, "I didn't let you do this?"

Yang Ling also stammered and reminded her, "When you came in the morning, didn't you want me to help you kill him?"

"Ahh

"Scared~!" Yang Ling hurriedly shook his head, "Sister Zhen, how can you say this kind of thing, Feng Fatzi's heart is a little wrong, I helped him cure it, as for "

"As for what?" asked Zhen Tian puzzled.

Yang Lingjiao smiled and said, "As for the hands and feet, that must be a little, otherwise I will live up to Sister Zhen's expectations!"

Zhen Tian suddenly became nervous, "Then what did you do to him?"

"Doesn't the dead fat man like to fuck women? I heard their waiter say that many of the female bosses who opened beauty salons with you just now were fucked by him, so I" Yang Ling sneered a few times, "I made a move on his little brother, and his little brother will never be able to lift it again!"

"Ah~!?" Zhen Tian's face couldn't help but turn red, and he glanced at him fiercely, Yang Ling couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Is Sister Zhen not happy that I did this?

"Why don't you die?" Zhen Tian suddenly reached out and twisted it vigorously on the soft flesh on Yang Ling's waist, which made him take a sharp breath, and then stared at Yang Ling's crotch viciously and said, "If he dares, the old lady will click him with a pair of scissors!"

"Uh~!" Yang Ling suddenly shuddered, feeling a swishing coolness under his crotch, so he quickly clamped his legs and laughed dryly, "It's okay if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it, I'm just concerned about Sister Zhen, by the way, where are we going next?"

"Go" Zhen Tian thought for a while, showed a sly smile and said: "Go to my beauty shop, since you are so idle, just go and help me recruit customers, hum! You are really cheap that dead fat man today, and you actually helped him make such a big free advertisement!"

Twenty minutes later, the two drove to a stop on a bustling street near the Lantian Community, opened the car door and jumped out of the car, Yang Ling looked at the upstairs and downstairs two floors in front of him, the decoration of the classical and elegant "Beauty SPA" beauty salon was amazed, and said enviously: "Sister Zhen, your business is very big, compared with the dead fat man!"

Zhen Tian gave him a blank look after getting out of the car, and said angrily: "You are even misplaced to make a sycophant, this is someone else's, mine is on the other side." ”

"Ga~"

Yang Ling couldn't help but quickly close his mouth and look across the street, and saw a small beauty parlor with good decoration, occupying two facades on the lower floor, with the words "Sweet Face Massage and Beauty Salon" written on it, and a few little sisters were handing out flyers outside the door, and immediately smiled and said: "It's still good! ”