Ten minutes later, several homeless men with stinking bodies that made people hide their noses were taken to the front of Yang Guo.

"Brother Yang, I have found the person you are looking for. The reporter is on the way." A man stepped forward and lowered his head and said to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo covered his nose and glanced at the men who were trashed in the society, then took out the wallet from his pocket and threw out more than a dozen bills.

A few homeless men looked at me, I looked at you, and then rushed up, picking up the money on the ground, and thanked Yang Guo one by one to kneel down.

"Everyone likes money, right?" Yang Guo sneered conspiringly, "I came to you to help me with my work. After the matter is done, I will give you 1,000 yuan each."

"Brother, is it true?" a homeless man said in disbelief.

Other homeless people are also suspicious.

Yang Guodao: "Of course, as long as you can complete the task well, a thousand yuan will be a small amount. Now listen to me..."

Yang Guo began to speak out his plan.

"Did you hear it clearly?" Yang Guo said to the homeless man after he finished his plan.

"Brother Yang, I understand."

"Brother Yang, we promise to complete the task."

"Brother Yang, we will not let you down your expectations of us."

Yang Guo looked at his wrist watch: "Okay, you go there first and wait ten minutes later."

Several homeless men left in full spirit.

A few minutes later, a van appeared in Yang Guo's sight.

"Brother Yang, the TV reporter is here."

Soon, the car opened and a man got out. Yang Guo quickly went up and shook hands with the other party, exchanged greetings with each other, and then Yang Guo stuffed an envelope containing money into the hand of the man opposite him. "Great reporter, it's up to you."

"Doctor Yang, you are too polite, it's a small task." The reporter weighed it. At least 20,000 yuan, the person who came to the clinic was rich. "Okay, wait for my news."

The reporter communicates with the accompanying camera and assistant.

Yang Guo asked someone: "Start, give Lin Feng a warning and let him know who is the boss of this street clinic."

Hanging pot clinic.

"What smells so smelly?"

The old Chinese doctor Yuan Ming was reading the newspaper in the hall when he suddenly smelled a stinking smell, and Lin Feng was resting upstairs.

Yuan Ming turned his head and saw several homeless men running in one after another.

"Oh, my stomach hurts."

‘Doctor, show me, I have been constipated recently and I haven’t been to the bathroom for ten days.”

"Doctor, save me, I feel itchy all over my body."

As soon as these homeless men came in, their expressions became more and more painful.

Yuan Ming was also a little confused. What's going on? Why are so many homeless people suddenly coming?

"Doctor, please save us." A homeless man acted realistically and knelt down, "I'm so painful."

"Doctor, show us."

The other homeless people shouted.

Lin Feng from the small bedroom on the second floor also heard the noisy sound coming from below. He frowned and came out of the room.

"Lin Feng, do you see them?"

Yuan Ming was about to go up and ask Lin Feng for instructions.

Lin Feng walked down from the stairs.

"Doctor, save us."

When several homeless men saw Lin Feng, they knew that the young man was Brother Yang's "enemy" coming forward one by one.

"Stop quarrel."

Lin Feng suddenly shouted.

Several homeless men looked at Lin Feng in shock, standing there one by one, only to feel that Lin Feng's eyes were burning.

There was a van not far outside, and the reporter said: "Come on, take a picture, be sure to take a picture."

"no problem."

In the clinic.

"Lin Feng, these people suddenly came in and said they had a headache and stomachache. What should I do?" Yuan Ming asked.

Lin Feng said: "Old Yuan, I'll do it."

Lin Feng sat on the chair for treatment, turned to several homeless men and said, "Don't you say you're sick, come up to see me one by one."

Yuan Ming glanced at Lin Feng, and at this moment, his eyes were full of respect. This is the most looked down upon by the homeless man in the bottom of society. Did Lin Feng treat them without taking any penny?

"No wonder Mr. Hong praised Lin Feng so much. This person will definitely be the dragon among people in the future." Yuan Ming said in his heart, very impressed.

Yuan Ming asked himself in his heart, if it were him, would he treat these homeless people?

A few homeless men looked at me and I was stunned when they saw you. They thought that when Lin Feng appeared, they scolded them and then bombed them away, but they didn't expect to treat them.

"Doctor Lin, you, do you really treat us?"

A leading vagabond asked with complicated eyes.

Lin Feng said: "Do you have any illness? If you are sick, see if you are sick, and leave if you are not sick. I will not charge you money, and you have no money either."

"Doctor Lin, I have a headache." A homeless man stepped forward and said. He had a real headache, not a fake one.

"Extend your hand."

The homeless man put his dirty hands on the table for many years without washing.

Lin Feng put two fingers on his fingers to take his pulse.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

The homeless man sticks out his tongue.

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