Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Yang Zimei was worried about Lin Qingmei, so she talked to her master and went straight to Brunei Street.

There were quite a few people holding antiques in their hands around the door of Moxuan.

In the past, everyone took the things they scoured and lined up neatly, waiting for Song Xuan to help identify them.

Now, they are standing in a mess, with various expressions on their faces, most of them are angry, shouting to return the goods. [

On that day, Song Xuan made a promise that the items sold in the store can be returned within one year.

Now these people are generally worried that they have bought fake products, so they all come over and ask for a return.

Yang Zimei squeezed in, only to see Lin Qingmei and the workers in the store looking anxious.

"Everyone, the funds in our store are temporarily short. Please wait for a few days. We will definitely handle the return for you. Please don't worry."

Lin Qingmei blushed.

"A few days later? After a few days, maybe you guys have already run away. Even if you don't run away, this store will be closed, and you will return the goods for us? What are you kidding, return the goods to us immediately, otherwise, we Just smashed the store."

A man yelled in a rough voice.

Others joined in one after another.

The antiques in their hands are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. If they are fakes, they will be at a loss. Therefore, they will never let go of this opportunity to return the goods.

Lin Qingmei was so anxious that she was about to cry, her face was pale, she was sweating profusely, and she put her hands on her stomach.

Yang Zimei hurried over and helped her up, "Sister Qingmei, I'm here."

As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grabbed her hand and asked anxiously, "Xiao Mei, how is Song Xuan?"

"Don't worry, I have asked the police station to take care of him, and Mr. Song will be fine."

Yang Zimei asked Lin Qingmei to sit down.

"They all want to return the goods?"

Yang Zimei looked at the noisy people in front of him, frowned and said.

"Hmm." Lin Qingmei nodded feebly, "So many packages require at least 300 million in cash. Now, we can only withdraw 100 million in cash."

"It's okay, I have it!"

Yang Zimei looked around the noisy crowd, cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, if you want to return the goods, you can. Please line up and come one by one. If you dare to make noise, don't blame me for being rude." [

"Who are you?" A man asked disdainfully, "Are you capable of returning the goods for us?"

"I'm Mr. Song's disciple. Since I can speak out, I'm naturally able to help you return the goods." Yang Zimei said.

"Come on, don't trust her!"

cried someone from the crowd.

Yang Zimei saw that that person was causing trouble on purpose, and he didn't have any antiques in his hand.

Her eyes turned cold, her figure was like a ghost, and she quickly rushed into the crowd, grabbed that person out directly, threw him in the air a few times, and let him land firmly.

Everyone was stunned when they saw that a little girl like her was able to throw a big man like a toy.

The man was thrown dizzy by her and fell to the ground.

"As I said before, I won't be polite to anyone who still wants to make trouble." She glanced at everyone coldly, and ordered in a cold voice, "Get me in line immediately!"

The others looked at the man on the ground, they didn't want to be thrown around like a toy, and they looked at the beautiful, soft and weak girl in front of them, who exuded a certain aura at this time, making him They had a sense of awe, so they lined up obediently.

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