Chapter 72 Villa

I beg my brothers and sisters to vote for Sanjiang, thank you! "What? Fifty thousand dollars?"

After sending Bit Jackson away, Zooey couldn't wait to yell. She stared at Zhen Fan incredulously, pointing her finger at him and was speechless.

"Are you avoiding taxes? Not counting in medical records? God, do you know what you're doing?"

Zooey was a little anxious, and she stared at Zhen Fan with her hips akimbo, as if she was looking at a monster.

"So... how do you ask me to record? He is not sick, nothing, do you still want me to compile a record of the cause and diagnosis? God, are you my employee or a state government official? Or do you want to sue Me, revoke my license?" Zhen Fan glared back at her angrily.

"Well, well, you're always right!"

Zooey decided not to argue with him anymore, the dispute was in vain, besides, what he said just now was quite reasonable.

Zhen Fan still believes in Bit Jackson, because he is a trustworthy friend and a really good person, so he will definitely try to persuade Gary Peterson.

Sure enough, only one day later, Bit Jackson called and said that he could go to Gary Peterson's house tomorrow, and he had successfully persuaded Gary.

"Send a car to pick me up, I don't have a driver's license!" Zhen Fan said to Bit seriously.

"Why don't you take the test? It's easy, as long as you are skilled enough!"

Bit Jackson is a bit unbelievable. As a successful person, it is unbelievable that he doesn't have a car in the United States, and the car can't be too cheap. Americans may seldom have the psychology of showing off their wealth, but it doesn't mean that they don't know how to enjoy life.

Just look at the luxury cars all over the street, and you will know how many people know how to enjoy life.

"Thanks, I figured I'd take my driver's test in a while, but should we go to Gary Peterson's house first?"

Zhen Fan felt that since the old man got a little familiar, he became a bit nagging.

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"No, you have to wait after I get off work."

"I spent fifty thousand dollars, can't it take up your day?" Bit Jackson yelled dissatisfied on the other end of the phone.

"Bit, don't tell me this, after you finish making a movie, will your daily income be less than $50,000?" Zhen Fan was not polite to this old man.

"You are right, then I will send someone to pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon!"

"No, it won't take that long. It's half past eleven in the morning. If I'm more efficient, it might be over by eleven o'clock. Can you prepare lunch by the way?"

"You should play the role of a vampire. It's definitely a real performance!" Bit Jackson hung up the phone and talked to this guy, it was so annoying.

"If you are the director, I can consider..." Zhen Fan continued to say this, but a busy tone came from the phone, and Bit hung up. Although I thought this sentence was more classic, but the other party didn't hear it. It made Zhen Fan click his mouth, still wanting more.

At 11:30 the next day, Zhen Fan really finished the treatment of the last patient. The last patient is a black aunt who came here once. She suffers from severe asthma. Although she carries a first aid spray with her, it is easy to cause accidents in the company.

So if her condition does not improve, she will probably be fired, and her chances of finding a job again are almost zero.

"This is today's treatment fee, fifteen dollars and twenty-one cents, you only need to pay fifteen dollars!"

Zooey printed out the list and handed it to the fat woman.

The black woman took out her wallet and paid, then turned around and hugged Zhen Fan for a while, full of gratitude.

"Thank you, you are a good man!"

Being labeled as a good person again, Zhen Fan had to express his concern: "How are you feeling these two days?"

"Very well, the number of seizures is much less, my supervisor is considering giving me another chance, God, you are like an angel, this... thank you!"

"A few more times, and you will fully recover. Go over there to get your traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't know how to decoct it, our doctor will tell you the process, or you can decoct it here. Just take it back and heat it up before drinking it." !"

Zhen Fan pointed to the pharmacy.

"Okay, okay!" The black woman went gratefully.

"Wow!" Zooey whistled, and smiled exaggeratedly at Zhen Fan, "I can't tell, you are really a good person, completely different from the previous capitalist face!"

"That's your prejudice against me!"

Zhen Fan smiled triumphantly, went to the office with his head held high, changed his uniform, and walked to the waiting room.

"That's it for today!"

At this time Tang Shaoyang also sent the black woman out and watched her leave. Hearing what Zhen Fan said, he smiled wryly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Old Tang, what do you want to say?"

"I think it's quite early!" Old Tang looked a little embarrassed, "I get a good salary every day, but I only do such an easy and insignificant job. To be honest, I'm a little ashamed!"

"Don't speak Chinese, speak English!" Zooey looked at the two muttering, but couldn't understand, and was a little dissatisfied, "Please don't ignore me, I am also a member of the clinic!"

"Doctor Tang said that he wants to take the initiative to lower his salary. If possible, he only needs two thousand dollars a month. Do you agree?" Zhen Fan asked Zooey loudly on purpose.

"No, I don't think he would say that. You made it up, didn't you? Zhen, you are a vampire, an ugly capitalist!" Zooey yelled dissatisfied.

Tang Shaoyang looked a little embarrassed, it was obvious that Zhen Fan was misinterpreting his meaning.

"I was joking with her, don't mind." Zhen Fan turned back and talked to Lao Tang again, "I said that to her on purpose, but... what you are doing in the clinic is very important, and my salary is not high , Of course, if the income of the clinic is relatively considerable in the future, I will consider giving you a salary increase!"

"No, no!" Tang Shaoyang blushed and stammered, "I mean...forget it, let me just say it straight, I used to help people wash dishes in Los Angeles Chinatown, The pay is low and it's exhausting, and I'm happy to have a job like this, so... I just want to get more done, if I can!"

"You think too much, old Tang, you are a good Chinese medicine doctor, this kind of salary just treats you badly, don't think so much, enjoying life is the most important thing!" Zhen Fan patted Tang Shaoyang on the shoulder .

Tang Shaoyang was still talking, when the door of the clinic opened, and a middle-aged man in a black uniform and a flat hat walked in.

"Excuse me, who is Dr. Zhen?"

"I am!"

Zhen Fan glanced at it.

"Are you Bit Jackson's driver?"

"Yes, Dr. Zhen, please follow me into the car, and I will take you to Gary Peterson's residence."

Zhen Fan nodded, turned around and said, "It's off work, guys, go home, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, boss!"

Tang Shaoyang said with a smile, packed his belongings and prepared to go back.

"Goodbye, vampire boss!"

Zooey wrinkled her nose and hummed softly.

The car drives smoothly, even at relatively high speeds. The driver is indeed a good driver.

"It's a nice car!"

Zhen Fan had nothing to say, anyway, he was going to take his driver's license test, and buying a car had to be on the agenda.

"Brabus 50S," the driver answered honestly.

"I like this car, do you know the price?"

"I know, $960,000, a specially customized version, with a longer wheelbase than the original car, and more abundant configuration!" The driver looked at Zhen Fan through the rearview mirror.

Zhen Fan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized: "It's too expensive. When I become as rich as Bit, I'll buy one! He's a rich man."

"Mr. Jackson is more than just this car!" The driver laughed.

"Well, when I didn't say it!"

Zhen Fan decided to avoid this topic, purely looking for abuse on his own.

Bilever Hills is a wealthy area. Sure enough, you can see a lot of luxury villas along the way here. The wide view on the top of the mountain, the momentum overlooking everything, and the luxurious facilities make Zhen Fan suddenly regret it. Fifty thousand dollars is Isn't the asking price too low?

fifty thousand dollars? Bit actually offered $50,000 to that damn Chinese medicine doctor.

Gary Peterson was already in a state of madness after he learned the price offered by Bit. Fifty thousand dollars is nothing to him, but to that Chinese medicine practitioner, it is too much.

"He's just a Chinese medicine doctor!"

He said this to Bit.

"Don't say that about Zhen, he is also my friend, can't you see that the old problem that has plagued me for so many years has been cured? Compared with the forty thousand dollars I spent, what is this?"

It is rare that Bit Jackson regards Zhen Fan as a friend.

"But... that's you. He has nothing to do with my illness. He himself said that he doesn't know about my illness. He even said that I'm not sick. It's really... unimaginable!"

For Bit's sake, Gary's tone became a little better.

"For the sake of fifty thousand dollars, let him take a look!"

Unable to convince Gary, Bit decided to start with money.

Finally this method moved him.

"Well, for the sake of $50,000! I hope he behaves more professionally!" Gary Peterson finally compromised, and he nodded.

The car made several laps on the mountain, and finally parked steadily in an open parking lot, and in front of the parking lot was an independent villa, a large and exquisite villa.

"Doctor Zhen please!"

The driver asked Zhen Fan to get out of the car, but he quickly drove away and heard that he was in a nearby garage.

"Hello, dear Zhen, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Bit came out of the villa and hugged Zhen warmly.

"Hello, Doctor Zhen!"

Gary Peterson was on the side, his tone a little indifferent.