Take the hospital back to ancient times

Chapter 162

With the opening of the "Shen" clinic, Chen Buer's first patient arrived soon.

Wang Rui, the young owner of Qingfeng Building in Beiwai City, is 27 years old this year.

He looks like a good-looking talent, with a dignified appearance, especially when he is wearing a precious light blue Shu embroidered robe, coupled with his handsome temperament.

If it was in later generations, it would definitely be the cold president in TV dramas, the kind that would make countless gold diggers scramble to jump on him.

But if you look at Wang Rui carefully, you can find that his eyes are slack, his eyes are dull, and he feels a little frightened when he walks. This is a typical expression of lack of confidence.

It's just that he hides it so well that people who are not familiar with it can't see it.

The reason why there is such a contrast is because Wang Rui has recently encountered a big trouble that he can't talk about, so he won't raise it.

If there is a "four young masters of restaurant business", then this prince will probably be able to rank up, and he will almost take the brothel as his own.

Since he finally became a real man at the age of 15, for more than ten years since then, he has been criss-crossing women's bellies, which is also known as the existence of golden jack.

The problem was at the beginning of this year, hooked up with a married woman.

Of course it wasn't when a clothes rail fell upstairs and hit your head.

Then, when the two were in the room, the woman's husband came home suddenly. The prince, who was so scared that he had nowhere to go, jumped out of the back window in shock, and jumped directly from the second floor to a river behind the house. Li escaped.

After escaping, Wang Rui was still terrified, and felt very lucky to survive the catastrophe. As a result, when he went to the brothel to celebrate his escape that night, he found that he was dying.

No way!
my god~~~
No matter how the brothel girl tried everything, there was still no response at all.

So under the disdainful eyes of many brothel women, he really ran away with his butt between his legs.

But he was still not reconciled, thinking that he must be overworked, so he took a bath and fasted after returning home, ate a basketful of ginseng, wolfberry and seahorse, and then went out of the mountain again, ready to fight again.

The result was one defeat after another.

Now it's all right, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, rumors of Prince Wang's death spread all over Bianliang City at once, Wang Rui is not only disheartened, but also feels that everyone points to him wherever he goes point.

So during this time, Wang Rui felt that his life was over, and he would never be happy again.

In order to treat the disease, he almost traveled all over the famous doctors in Bianliang City, even the cities around Bianliang, and the tonic he took could almost be described as "car".

The result is still the same, I guess even Wensong will look down upon it.

Today, Wang Rui just had dinner at Xingguo Temple Bridge to do business. When he saw the newly opened "Jingshitang", he decided to give it a try.

But he was afraid of being recognized by his acquaintances, so he kept hesitating with the "number ticket". He didn't dare to go to the lively clinic. The others, so they dodged, and came in.

He was shocked when he entered the consultation room, and saw a doctor who looked like his age sitting in front with a strange mask on his mouth.

(Chen Buer reminded: this is a mask, everyone should wear a mask during the epidemic)

What's even more strange is that there is a "feminine" young man sitting behind this doctor. Wang Rui has seen countless women, and he thinks that this young man is either a man disguised as a woman, or a dead eunuch in the palace.

But these are not important, the important thing is to cure the disease.

Not long after Chen Buer sat down, a patient came in. He was quite happy, and there was business as soon as he opened the door, which was the rhythm of making a fortune.

Chinese medicine pays attention to a "look". As soon as this son entered the consultation room, Pan Mingyue was looking at his face and temperament, and felt a little strange. Seeing him like this, he doesn't seem to be sick.

Chen Buer took the initiative to ask: "May I ask you, what's wrong?"

Fortunately, Chen Buer was wearing a mask, so he couldn't tell his age, otherwise Wang Rui would probably run away when he turned around.

He glanced furtively around, leaned closer and asked, "Doctor, you, what disease are you good at seeing?"

Chen Buer leaned on the back of the chair, "Then I'm very good at it, such as internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, ophthalmology, otolaryngology, stomatology, dermatology, anesthesiology, infectious diseases, my brother, I can do everything." , good at everything, may I ask which subject you want to study?"

Wang Rui felt a little incomprehensible, but it was fine if he did not understand. Anyway, this doctor looks very good.

"Then may I ask you, will you watch it?"

"?"

A question mark instantly appeared in Chen Buer and Pan Mingyue's minds:
"Guest, have you gone to the wrong place? When you go out, turn right and there is a mother-in-law at the bridge of Xingguo Temple who sells breakfast, let alone noodles, and even wonton rice cakes."

Wang Rui was taken aback for a moment, knowing that he didn't explain clearly, so his voice was a little lower:

"That's right, it's a man's. Doctor, can you treat it?"

Both Chen Bu'er and Pan Mingyue focused their gazes on him, Pan Mingyue blushed, and secretly scolded this disciple.

When Chen Buer heard this, his expression became weird. It turned out that this was what he was talking about, so what else?Either it's about andrology, or it's about the dermatology department.

It seems that he is also a "volcanic dutiful son"

"what happened to you?"

"I, I found that I can't do it recently."

"No? Why can't you? This is very particular, you don't feel or respond at all, no matter how exciting it is?"

Chen Bu'er was secretly refreshed. In his previous life, it was still useful to often read the advertisements on the telephone poles.

As soon as Wang Rui heard that the terminology spoken by the doctor was so professional, he felt a sense of trust in his heart, and said excitedly:

"Doctor, I don't feel it at all. Occasionally there is a fluctuation, and it turns off instantly. You, can you do anything? Don't worry, no matter how expensive the medicinal materials are, it is not a problem, as long as it can make me recover."

　This chapter has been revised
　　
　
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