Chapter 1164 Plague God Mu Zening

The streets are bustling, and passers-by are in a hurry.

A man in black was walking on the road, his steps were unhurried and his expression was dull.

He seems to be more afraid of the cold than ordinary people. The temperature this day is not too low, but he has already put on a black turtleneck sweater and a dark, wide windbreaker. The windbreaker is very long, making him look thin and slender. There is a sense of rugged indifference.

Indifferent men are always imaginative, and there are a few young women on the side of the road quietly watching, hesitating whether to go forward and ask for contact information.

At this time, a little girl ran out of the convenience store with snacks in her arms and caught up with the man.

The women who were secretly observing couldn't help but feel discouraged: it turns out that they even have children...

Tangtang carried a handful of lollipops in his pocket, then handed the cigarette to Mu Zening, "The cigarette is yours, and the candy is mine."

Mu Zening took the cigarette.

Tangtang followed him, opened a lollipop, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Where are we going next?"

Mu Zening looked down at her: "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." She nodded and raised her knee again, "It hurts like hell."

She jumped off the car before it stopped, and fell so hard that half of her leg was swollen.

Tangtang said, "My head hurts too."

Mu Zening frowned slightly, "Head hurts too?"

Reaching out to touch her forehead, her skin was hot.

"You have a fever." Mu Zening sighed, "It should be because of the rain."

She didn't care too much, if her body was broken, it would be broken, anyway, she could get another one at any time.

Mu Zening looked around. There were a lot of signs on the street, including an unremarkable private clinic. He led Tangtang there.

When I arrived at the clinic, I cleaned the wound, applied medicine, bandaged it, and then the doctor prescribed a box of antipyretic medicine.

"Three times a day, drink it with water." The doctor said, "If the child finds it unpleasant to drink, you can add some rock sugar to her."

Mu Zening didn't take the box of medicine, "Let's get an injection, we're in a hurry."

"She doesn't have a bad fever, just take medicine..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Mu Zening took out a few banknotes, put them on the table, and said calmly: "We are in a hurry and need to reduce the fever as soon as possible."

The doctor couldn't hold on anymore, so he collected the money and prepared to dispense medicine and give injections.

Just stood up, and heard the guest in front of me say: "Give me some more standing medical equipment, and the medicine in the cabinet over there, I need it too."

"That's not acceptable. I'm here to see a doctor, not a pharmacy." The doctor was a little unhappy, "Besides, all the medicines in it are prescription medicines, which can only be used by licensed physicians, and it's impossible to sell them to you."

Mu Zening took out a thick wad of money from the black handbag and put it on the table.

The doctor's eyes widened in surprise.

Mu Zening took out another wad of money and put it on the table.

Sweat dripped from the doctor's forehead. He looked at the money in bewilderment, and then at the silent Mu Zening, unable to turn his head around.

When Mu Zening took out the third stack of money, the doctor was flustered!

He stared dryly at the dark handbag, wondering if there would be a fourth wad of money in it.

Mu Zening really reached in again.

It's just that what was brought out this time was not money, but a pistol with a metallic luster.

The doctor inhales sharply.

"Which one should you choose?" Mu Zening asked calmly as he placed the pistol in front of him.

"Money...money, choose money!" The doctor stared at the gun on the table in horror, his Adam's apple rolling, "Don't, don't kill me!"

"Well, I won't kill you." Mu Zening withdrew the pistol expressionlessly, "Go and give her an injection."

The doctor didn't dare to delay, and just wanted to send the plague god away quickly.

Tangtang looked at the shining long needle, smiled, and held the doctor's hand instead: "You won't call the police, will you?"

The doctor shook his head with a pale face.

"I've seen it all." Tangtang clenched her hands even tighter, with a smile on her face, "Your wife is pretty, but she's a little fat. Is the child two years old? There are quite a lot of toys at home... Well, I like the bear lamp, and the wallpaper is nice, but the yellow curtains are so ugly..."