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Chapter 64 Completely Quake Doctor

Zhao Changgui led Xu Xiangbei into the hall of his medical hall, and in front of him was a sketch of Shennong, with a timeless and sharp style, penetrating to the bone.

There is also a pair of soup songs next to it, flying dragons and phoenixes, with extraordinary style, Shennong Baicao heals the world, and his skillful hands are benevolent to help the world.

Along the wall are brightly colored mahogany Baizi medicine cabinets, which are made of high-quality cypress wood, exuding a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Xu Xiangbei couldn't help but nodded secretly, the decoration is pretty good, but it's a pity that the medical ethics are so poor that such a good medical center was wasted.

Zhao Changgui sat lightly on the red sandalwood grand teacher's chair, crossed his legs, and looked proud: "Young man, how do you compare?"

Xu Xiangbei glanced at the table, there were a lot of prescriptions on the table, and asked: "Is there any patient who came back for a follow-up visit because you didn't see well at the first visit?"

Zhao Changgui said: "Yes, Chinese medicine pays attention to the balance of yin and yang, exorcising evil and strengthening the body. It doesn't work in a day or two, it takes a while..."

"Don't talk so much about it. It's completely quack theory. It's a lie to children. I can cure them immediately."

On the left is a quack doctor, on the right is a liar, Zhao Changgui blushed from being told, and suppressed his anger, "Okay, then I will find a patient, and I will see how you can cure him immediately."

"Don't look for it, just draw it."

Xu Xiangbei still had that lazy and annoying smile. He didn't want to sit in a good rosewood chair, but sat on Zhao Changgui's doctor's table, and even sat the stethoscope on the table under his buttocks.

Zhao Jinhai ruthlessly pulled out the stethoscope from under his buttocks, but accidentally broke the tube with excessive force.

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "Why can't you think about it, why would you break a good stethoscope, your family has a lot of money."

Xu Xiangbei took out a prescription from the many prescriptions on the table, and read aloud, "Ding Yong, the veins in the left hand are blocked, it is inconvenient to move, the yin is deficient and the fire is hyperactive, and evil spirits are bred, so Huang Cen, Sophora flavescens, Pinellia...

"Just him, let's just this Ding Yong, your prescription doesn't make sense, you're a quack doctor, a quack doctor."

Zhang Xiaoli fawned on behalf of the boss Zhao Changgui: "Don't talk nonsense, our Dr. Zhao is a genius doctor. Ding Yong's arm was going to be amputated. Dr. Zhao cured most of it with a few doses of medicine. What are you capable of that can be cured immediately."

Xu Xiangbei snorted coldly, and pointed at Zhang Xiaoli, "You girl, you dare to talk too much in front of me. Now I have to add one more condition. If I win, I will not only smash the signboard, but also slap you fifty times." .”

Zhang Xiaoli turned pale with fright, but she believed that her boss had excellent medical skills, so she insisted and said, "Okay, if you lose, I will also slap you fifty times."

Xu Xiangbei smiled evilly, "If you don't die, you won't die. You are looking for death yourself. Don't beg me for mercy when the time comes."

"I beg you for mercy, joke, let's see who dies first."

After a while, Zhao Jinhai led a 50-year-old fat man in with his stomach full. His left hand drooped weakly, which was completely out of harmony with his walking posture, as if he was dragging a rope behind him.

After Ding Yong came in, he bowed to Zhao Changgui who was sitting there, "God doctor Zhao is well."

Without raising his eyes, Zhao Changgui nodded coldly, and pointed to Xu Xiangbei, "This little doctor wants to see you, so go and see him."

Ding Yong glanced at Xu Xiangbei, and couldn't help frowning.

He has been waiting outside to see a doctor. He heard that a little genius doctor competed with Dr. Zhao in medical skills, and he was chosen by lottery to see a doctor for him.

In the past six months, he has been seeking medical treatment everywhere and has seen many doctors. Although they can't do anything about his illness, at least they still look like doctors.

But Xu Xiangbei was sitting on the table with a big sword, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, and a rogue's evil smile, he didn't look like a doctor at all.

Seeing doubts from Ding Yong's eyes, Xu Xiangbei exhaled smoke rings and looked at him back and forth, "What's wrong with your arm?"

Ding Yong introduced his condition in detail.

He injured his arm last winter, and the bone was not broken in the film, but it was a little painful. I thought it was fine, it was just a sprained tendon, and it should be fine after taking some anti-inflammatory drugs in a few days.

Unexpectedly, every night afterward, his arm would be painful like a needle prick, and the terrible thing was that his left hand was gradually losing consciousness. He went to several hospitals, including the famous Capital Yanjing Hospital, but found more than a dozen experts who were not optimistic.

Experts said that the problem lies in the tendons, which cannot be touched or seen, and there is no way to cure them, only physical therapy. After several months of physical therapy, his condition did not improve at all and became more and more serious.

When I went to an expert again, the expert said helplessly that if physiotherapy is useless, the only option is amputation.

Last week, he was introduced to Tongren Medical Center by someone. To his surprise, Dr. Zhao prescribed a few doses of medicine, and the effect was immediate. After taking the medicine, the pain was much better.

But the arm was still numb. Once the drug was stopped, the arm hurt more than before.

After talking about his illness, Ding Yong asked worriedly: "Little doctor, can you cure my illness?"

Xu Xiangbei didn't care at all, he blew out a smoke ring, and smiled, "No problem, it can be cured, those quack doctors can't cure it, I can cure it, I can make your arm move today."

Hearing that his illness could be cured, Ding Yong turned his grief into joy, and almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhao Jinhai laughed disdainfully from the side, "Blow it, you can really blow it."

While nibbling melon seeds, Zhang Xiaoli echoed: "It's really shameless, it's easy to say, as if he can really cure it."

Xu Xiangbei was not angry either, and patted Ding Yong's arm with a playful smile, "Can you lift your arm?"

Ding Yong shook his head helplessly, suddenly, Xu Xiangbei slapped his left shoulder violently.

Ding Yong howled like a pig, his face was pale with pain, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and tears were streaming down his face: "Oh my god, I killed you, boy, I have no grievances with you, you want to kill me ?”

Next to him, Zhao Jinhai became excited, pointing at Xu Xiangbei as if he was inquiring about the crime, "Are you treating people or killing people? Just bragging that you can cure patients immediately, I think you are about the same as killing people."

Zhang Xiaoli also sneered with her big mouth covered in blood-like lipstick: "With this level, you dare to challenge our genius doctor Zhao, you are too overconfident."

The onlookers shook their heads one after another. He has a sick arm, how could he treat him so roughly?

A sneer appeared on Zhao Changgui's face, who was sitting on the grand master's chair. On the surface, he was not surprised, but in fact, he was secretly worried, fearing that Xu Xiangbei really had some ability to cure Ding Yong.

But when he saw Xu Xiangbei pat Ding Yong's arm, he was relieved. This kid is a big liar, and he even worried me once.

Xu Xiangbei didn't take it seriously at all, picked up the broken stethoscope on the table, and threw it at Zhao Jinhai: "Why are you arguing, brat? If you keep arguing, I'll sew your mouth shut."

(End of this chapter)