Seeing Shi Zhijian's expression of disbelief, the tricycle driver felt that his faith had been insulted, "Don't disbelieve. Lowering your head is very effective here. I think your friend only has half a life left. Instead of taking him to the hospital for treatment,

It's better to seek treatment from this miracle doctor. Maybe a dead horse can be cured by being treated as a living horse doctor!"

Shi Zhijian looked up and saw that it was already getting late. He had no place to stay yet and saw that the tricycle driver was playing amazingly. He followed the trend and said, "That's fine. I'll trouble you to take us there to see if my friend can really be cured."

Here’s a tip!”

"Haha, I love hearing what you say, boss! In fact, when I saw you, I knew you were not an ordinary person! You are full of wealth and aristocracy -" The tricycle driver flattered you, hoping that he could get more tips by then.

…

After jumping around for a long time, we finally arrived at the place where the "miraculous doctor" lived.

But it is a floating house in the eastern suburbs of Bangkok.

The living style of the people here is somewhat similar to that of the Dan family in Hong Kong. They use wood and bamboo huts connected together, and then use rubber to wrap the surrounding wooden boards to form a deck. In the dark night, the lights are dotted and undulating.

The tricycle driver parked his car on the shore, whistled skillfully, and then saw a boat approaching not far away.

The boatman was Thai, and he and the tricycle driver talked in Thai for a long time, but they didn't know what they were arguing about.

The driver turned around and rubbed his hands, and said to Shi Zhijian with a smile: "This is the territory of the boat owners. Those of us who drive tricycles to carry passengers are embarrassed to get on the boat! This is my good friend Aji. We have a close relationship. I will ask Aji to take the lead later."

You go to see the miracle doctor—for travel expenses, introduction fees, and tips, one hundred dollars is enough!"

Shi Zhijian smiled: "You left us here and ran away. What if this guy named Aji is a gangster? Even if he is not a gangster, what if he doesn't take us to see the miracle doctor?"

"Uh, this-"

Just when the tricycle driver was in a daze, Shi Zhijian took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a hundred-dollar bill, tore it in half, handed half of the money to the tricycle driver and said, "Hey, I'll give you half first."
Chapter completed!