He throws the cake.
Without waiting for Qiuqiu to answer, he immediately said, "You still have a separate office to become the exclusive therapist of Marquis Li An, and the negotiated remuneration will not change."
"In addition, I can also promise you that I will provide you with a certain amount of healing crystals after each stage of treatment."
Zhao Xun felt that every movement and every word he said was perfect.
Raise your hand and show the golden terminal specially made by the royal family.
The first sentence, with a little royal temperament and style.
The second sentence, who knows the dean of Qishi Sanatorium, what class is the person who can get to know the dean, and make her an exclusive spiritual healer, you should know with your knees, right
The third sentence, give rewards.
Not ordinary star coins, but spiritual healing spars!
Isn't she a training freak? You must really want to heal the spar.
In just three sentences, he immediately expressed his connotation. Zhao Xun is confident that his connotation, worth, and his appearance are absolutely killer.
No young woman could walk in front of him without a wave.
But he didn't know that Li An, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard one sentence after another, covered his face with a pillow in pain, moved the quilt, and completely covered himself.
"..."
Damn, it's a shame.
And Qiuqiu felt that there was so much speechlessness, she didn't want to answer this bunch of weird words at all, and directly mentioned the first sentence coldly.
"Did you eat the lunch I made, sir?"
Is it because I feel that the food I cook is delicious, and I have more spiritual healing power, so I can negotiate higher conditions? Zhao Xun thought to himself, delicious food is delicious, but—
One cannot be too greedy.
People can't be too arrogant, and women still can't be too high.
After thinking about it, he hummed, "Eat it, although it's not bad." Don't distort the facts too much, "But it's still worse than a real private chef..."
But this comment was interrupted by Qiuqiu's laughter.
And it wasn't a gentle smile, it was a sneer.
Qiuqiu seldom showed such an expression. She put away the things she brought, and squinted at Zhao Xun, "Sir, do you know that the porridge at noon is a healing meal?"
"Didn't you hear Duke Li An say that the amount of porridge is not enough? You are a healthy and normal person, and you still want to grab a healing meal from a patient?"
"Are you sorry?"
Is she okay? With a cry, the disdain in his tone almost burst out of the sky.
Zhao Xun: ...
"Also, I came here to support treatment, not to be someone's exclusive healer." Jiang Qiuqiu looked annoyed at him, "You should have heard that the spiritual healing effect of a spiritual healer is related to mood."
"If you are really the patient's friend and hope that the patient's condition will get better, then please don't come when I come next time." Qiuqiu smiled slightly, "Because I feel a little uncomfortable seeing you."
The face of the proud son of heaven and the noble lady's killer turned livid.
But Qiuqiu didn't care.
She is here to practice, not to serve others.
She is willing to be kind to Li An because she admires Li An who fought for the stars and is a general who has returned with honor.
And this dung beetle that came out halfway was annoying to watch.
A shit stick.
Passing by him, Qiuqiu opened the door, went directly to the elevator, and was about to go to the fifth floor, and finally looked at Police Officer Wang.
The porridge given to her was slightly different.
I don't know how the power in her body will fluctuate after she finishes drinking.