The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 202
The man in a white coat walked directly to the bedside. After a simple examination of the child, he shouted urgently: "This child is dying. Why are you coming to this traditional Chinese medicine clinic instead of taking him to the hospital?"

These words startled the child's father.

Ye Feng's face darkened. Is there something wrong with this guy in a white coat? Where did he come from?

"Who are you?" Ye Feng asked coldly.

"I'm a doctor from a nearby hospital, here to save people!" the man said matter-of-factly.

As he spoke, he quickly ordered the child's father: "Take your child to our hospital quickly. We can treat him. This traditional Chinese medicine clinic is newly opened and is not reliable."

Ye Feng understood.

This is to grab business!
The child's father was also panicking at this time. Hearing what the man in the white coat said, he was about to pick up his son from the bed.

Ye Feng quickly stopped him and said, "Don't move, I can save him!"

"Are you kidding? The child is almost out of breath. This traditional Chinese medicine clinic of yours has no modern equipment. How can it save people?" The man in the white coat showed an angry look on his face. "If this child dies here, you will Intentional murder!"

"What would you say if I saved the child?" Ye Feng's eyes were serious.

The man in the white coat was shocked by Ye Feng's gaze and said harshly: "Absolutely impossible!"

Watching the two arguing, the child's father was in a dilemma. He was already panicking and didn't know what to do.

"Then I will let you see the things passed down by our ancestors. Open your eyes and watch them carefully!" Ye Feng said in a deep voice, took out the silver needle, and began to put needles on the child's body.

The man in the white coat is called Wang Ping. The reason why he rushed in was due to his extreme distrust of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wang Ping graduated from a medical university and studied abroad for three years. He is now an attending physician in a private hospital.

He has a fanatical obsession with Western medicine. He believes that the treatment methods of traditional Chinese medicine have no scientific basis at all and are all deceptive. That's why he ran in to stop the child's father from treating his son here.

Wang Ping sneered and said: "I have opened my eyes wide. I want to see how you can bring the dead back to life with a few broken needles!"

As if they discovered something was going on here, many people came in one after another to watch the excitement.

Ye Feng finished the acupuncture and administered nine needles in total, which were the life-returning acupuncture techniques among the Jiuji Xuan Needles, which had the effect of removing toxins and preserving life.

Seeing Ye Feng's skillful acupuncture technique, Wang Ping's eyelids jumped.

He had seen Chinese medicine and acupuncture before, but the guy in front of him seemed to be more skilled in acupuncture than some old Chinese doctors.

However, Wang Ping still didn't believe in his heart that a dying child could be revived with just a few silver needles. As soon as the child stopped breathing, he would immediately report it and have the hospital shut down by the relevant departments.

About 30 seconds later, the boy's body suddenly trembled, then his head tilted, and he vomited out a mouthful of black blood, followed by continuous vomiting...

Ye Feng had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly placed a trash can on the ground.

A pungent, unpleasant and disgusting smell spread.

After he finished vomiting, the boy slowly opened his eyes, looked at his father, and moved the corners of his mouth.

This scene made the child's father so excited that he quickly grabbed his child's hand and asked Ye Feng: "Doctor, is my child okay?"

Ye Feng pulled out the silver needle from the child's body and replied: "It's not life-threatening anymore. I'll give you a prescription. You go to the pharmacy and take the medicine according to the prescription. If your son takes it for three days in a row, there will be no problem." "The child's father took out a large amount of change from his pocket and was about to give it to Ye Feng.

"No need to pay." Ye Feng refused, then took a pen and paper to write the prescription. After writing it, he handed it to the man, "Go and get the medicine."

The man said thank you repeatedly, grabbed the medicine, picked up his son and left the hospital.

"This young man's medical skills are really good. He saved even the poisoned children."

"I remember this medical clinic is not owned by Dr. Zheng. Why has it been replaced?"

"I heard that Dr. Zheng transferred his family's ancestral medical clinic to a little miracle doctor. It should be this young man."

"It seems that Chinese medicine is still very good. Originally, I planned to go to the nearby private hospital for treatment, but now it seems that I can try it here."

Wang Ping had quietly exited the door of the medical center. He looked at the heated scene inside and said with anger in his heart: "Boy, let's wait and see!"

The originally deserted medical clinic became lively after such a commotion. People lined up for consultations, and Ye Feng became busy for a while.

Time is like quicksand, and several days pass by in a flash.

Today, Sunday.

At a stall outside the Jubao Pavilion, Li Zhengde's face turned red with anger. He held an ancient painting in his hand and said angrily: "This painting is not what I wanted to buy just now. You must have dropped the bag when you entered the store just now." !”

The shop owner, who had a goatee and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, replied calmly: "The painting in your hand is the one you just took a fancy to. Anything sold in our shop cannot be returned or exchanged, even if the painting is If it’s fake, it’s your fault and it has nothing to do with our store.”

"You..." Li Zhengde was a little angry when he saw the store owner taking it for granted, "You used the real thing to sell it to me as a fake, and you said it had nothing to do with your store!"

Li Ruoyun on the side quickly comforted him: "Dad, don't get excited. This store is pretending to be fake. Let's call the police."

The shop owner still looked fearless: "If you want to call the police, just report it. Everyone knows the rules of the antique business. When the police come, I will sue you for slander!"

Li Zhengde was so angry that he coughed: "It's a shame that your store is still a time-honored brand in the antique street. It's so shameless!"

The shop owner looks like a pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, you can scold me if you want. It is impossible to withdraw the painting.

Ye Feng squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers and said to Li Zhengde: "Dad, I want to see this painting."

"Ye Feng? Why are you here?" Li Ruoyun was a little surprised by Ye Feng's appearance.

"Ye Feng, do you know ancient paintings?" Li Zhengde remembered that when eating that day, Ye Feng realized that the porcelain cup Fan Xun gave him was a fake, so he handed the ancient paintings to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took the ancient painting, unfolded it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

The ancient painting is about one meter long and about fifty centimeters wide. It is a very common ink landscape painting.

The ink used in this painting is relatively light, the overall layout is well-proportioned, and the technique is elegant and free. At a rough glance, it is really difficult to determine whether it is authentic or fake.

Looking at the seal in the lower right corner, it was a little blurry, but Ye Feng could still see three characters in seal script - Zhao Mengfu.

"Boss, as we all know, Zhao Mengfu is good at painting horses. The most famous one is his painting of horses drinking in the autumn suburbs. Judging from the overall style of your painting, it should not be by Zhao Mengfu. How much did you sell it to my dad? Money?" Ye Feng easily saw through the authenticity of this painting.

(End of this chapter)