"…" The waiter looked at Ye Lang, looking like he wanted to say something. If other waiters saw this, they'd be secretly amused.
It looked like this rich young master had forgotten about this. He couldn't tell them directly either, it was up to the other party to decide.
However, if he didn't tell them now, the reward would be gone. This wasn't a small amount, it could be equivalent to a year's worth of income. He couldn't give up on this!
The waiter stared at Ye Lang for a long time, then finally made a decision. He was going to beat around the bush …
"Uh, sir, is there anything else?" Asked the waiter hesitantly, giving Ye Lang a look. However, Ye Lang didn't turn around to look at him, he was still looking at Little Xin.
"Nothing, thank you. If there's anything else, I'll call you," said Ye Lang politely to the waiter, then looked back at Little Xin.
"Young Master, haven't you forgotten something?" The waiter frowned, and then carefully reminded him again.
"Forgotten something?" Ye Lang looked at the waiter in confusion, then shook his head. "No."
"… Think again." The waiter rubbed his hands, then looked at the food on the table, then at Ye Lang.
"Oh, I remember now. You don't have to deliver my breakfast tomorrow, I'll eat it myself." Ye Lang looked at the table as if he'd been enlightened.
What do you understand? You don't understand anything!
The waiter looked at Ye Lang, wanting to cry. He felt like all his hard work was for nothing. He felt like if he served someone else, Edward, things would've been much better.
He didn't want to give up, he couldn't let his hard work go to waste. He had to work harder. Even if he had to be shameless, even if he had to break the rules, he still wanted this reward.
Because he believed this reward would be unforgettable. If he missed it, he'd regret it for the rest of his life.
If he knew about Ye Lang's past, he'd be even more certain of this.
Thus, the waiter opened his mouth again and said, "Young master, have you forgotten about this?" As he spoke, he kept pointing at the money pouch hanging on his waist.
In this way, apart from not directly asking for money, almost everything was laid out in front of him. Anyone would understand this point.
Of course, this only referred to ordinary people. Some people might not necessarily understand because they didn't care about this problem at all …
"…" Ye Lang looked at it for a while, "Oh …"
He waggled his index finger in front of him, like I know, I know at last.
Do you know? That's great.
The attendant was almost moved to tears, but he quickly wanted to commit suicide ….
"There's something wrong with your waist. Let me take a look …"
"…"
Big brother, are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really stupid? Why would you think of this …
At this moment, the waiter was about to tell Ye Lang the truth but he quickly gave up on the thought. Or you could say he'd forgotten.
Because at this moment, Ye Lang solemnly said:
"Your kidneys are a little weak, and it's affecting your waist. If you don't take care of yourself and continue like this, you'll soon suffer from kidney deficiency and kidney failure. At that time, you'll die."
"Also, even if those things didn't happen, it might affect your fertility. You might not be able to have children …"
Was it that serious? If someone asked Ye Lang this question, Ye Lang would've said no, it was just a small problem, he'd be fine after taking care of it.
He was just following the book. If he didn't take care of this small problem, it would've caused this problem. This was the principle of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
"Sir, can I still be saved?" Asked the waiter worriedly. He'd felt something was wrong with his body recently, and Ye Lang's words scared him half to death.
"Since you've met me, then you'll definitely be saved. I'll prescribe you some medicine. Take it every day according to the prescription for a month. In the future, you should try to eat more vegetables and less meat. Every morning when you wake up, jog for 30 minutes, then slowly walk for 10 minutes. At the same time, keep taking deep breaths …" Ye Lang said. At the same time, he took out a pen and wrote down the prescription on a post-it note in the hotel.
Regarding these, I believe that it is beneficial for anyone to do it, and it is also helpful for his body.
"If I do this, will I be fine?" The attendant took the prescription and grabbed Ye Lang's hand, tears welling up in his eyes. He liked it when he got a yes.
"Yep, I promise you'll be fine," nodded Ye Lang. That part would be fine as long as he took the medicine. After that, he'd have to train his body. His body would get better and better.
This was treating the sick, strengthening the body if he wasn't sick.
"Thank you sir, this is a small token of my appreciation, please don't think it's too little." The attendant gave all the money he had to Ye Lang gratefully.
Even a doctor would need to spend a lot of money to treat a patient. He definitely had less money than that.
"It's fine, I'm not taking money. I'm just taking a look, it's nothing," said Ye Lang, rejecting the money.
"Sir, you have to accept it. You're my second parent, without you, I wouldn't be here." The attendant was so touched he was crying, insisting Ye Lang accept the money.
Did he have to do this? Ye Lang didn't understand. He didn't know he'd scared the attendant half to death with his words. Now that he'd saved his life, of course he'd be very grateful.
"If that's the case, I'll accept it." Ye Lang accepted the money. Although he was a prodigal son, it didn't mean he didn't accept money.
If he didn't accept money, he wouldn't have accumulated more and more wealth.
He just didn't want to take advantage of others. He thought he deserved it, that's why he accepted it. He didn't hold back when it came to things he deserved.
Although the attendant's illness wasn't incurable, it was still quite troublesome. If a doctor were to treat him, he'd definitely charge more than this, and the effect wouldn't be better than Ye Lang's treatment either. That was why Ye Lang accepted the money with a clear conscience.
However, this matter had become a little more interesting …
"Eh? Why did I … "After the incident, the attendant thought about it and realised not only did he not get any money, he even had to pay for the medical fees.
Although this was not a loss for him, and he had profited, he felt very depressed, very depressed.
However, this incident also allowed the waiter to confirm one thing. This rich young master who spent a lot of money was a doctor. Although he did not know how good his medical skills were, he was sure that he was a good doctor. At the very least, he could cure his illness.
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