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Hussey clutched his abdomen and pointed to the lower left of his abdomen, "This is it, it has been hurting terribly." ”

Yang Bo nodded, he motioned for the other party to put his hand on the pulse pillow on the table, and the middle-aged woman did so.

Yang Bo reached over and put it on the other party's wrist to take the pulse.

Traditional Chinese medicine can basically determine the patient through the pulse, which is a theoretical summary of thousands of years, Yang Bo has only learned a very shallow knowledge of the pulse of Chinese medicine, and it is naturally extremely difficult for him to judge the condition through the pulse.

However, Yang Bo's eyes flashed, he stared at the other party's sore spot, and through the thick fat, Yang Bo could basically judge the other party's condition.

However, since it is to correct the name of traditional Chinese medicine, Yang Bo calmly took the pulse for a moment, and then he put his hand away, "It's not a serious illness, you have duodenal ulcer." ”

Yang Bo spoke very slowly, and waited until the interpreter next to him told the other party about his condition, and then he continued: "This is a chronic disease, you should have seen it in the hospital a long time ago, right?

Ms. Hussey nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, it doesn't work, I heard that Dr. Fang's medical skills are excellent, and he came here on purpose, hoping to be cured!"

Yang Bo stared at each other and didn't speak, but his eyes were a little unkind.

Hessi was startled, she stared at Yang Bo with wide eyes, as if she had forgotten the pain in her abdomen, and reached out to cover her mouth.

"Did Mrs. Clark ask you to come over?" Yang Bo asked suddenly.

After this sentence passed through a round of translation, it suddenly had no intimidating effect, but Ms. Hussey seemed to be a little timid, and when she heard this, she hurriedly said: "No, no, it's really not her!"

Yang Bo stared at each other and couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you know her?"

Hussey had no way to refute it, but nodded.

Yang Bo frowned, he didn't expect to beat a brainless Verne, his mother was very smart, not only able to retreat from the difficulties, but also provoke and pull her friends over to make trouble, however, Yang Bo is not afraid of these!

Duodenal ulcer is a digestive tract disease that is difficult to cure, and many people have this disease, which is often accompanied by many years.

This is a good start, as long as the person in front of you is cured, the rumors of Mrs. Clark can be broken to a certain extent, and the signboard of the pharmacy can be started!

Yang Bo beckoned to Doctor Fang, "Bring the pen and ink!"

Doctor Fang was stunned for a moment, quickly turned around and went in, and came over with a pen and paper.

Yang Bo frowned, "I want to take pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Doctor Fang looked at Yang Bo with some surprise, but he didn't hesitate, and hurriedly said, "I don't have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, but I have one next door, so I'll borrow it right away." ”

Doctor Fang hurriedly ran out, but he was extremely surprised in his heart, he originally thought that Yang Bo's practice of medicine was just a joke, but where did he expect that Yang Bo's pulse looked like that, and now he had to write a prescription with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!

It is traditional to use a brush to write prescriptions, but in modern times it is no longer common!

Dr. Fang still remembers that every time his grandfather practiced medicine, he used a brush to write prescriptions, which is an old tradition, and only those who are old or have an orderly tradition of traditional Chinese medicine will do this!

Could it be that Yang Bo was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine?

Soon, Dr. Fang borrowed pen, ink, paper and inkstone back, he personally helped Yang Bo grind the ink, looking at Yang Bo's neat handwriting one by one, and suddenly looked at Yang Bo's eyes changed!

Yang Bo wrote the prescription, but he felt a little emotional, he wanted to pretend to be literate, and wanted to show the breadth and profundity of Chinese medicine, so he thought of this idea, but after writing it, he found that he was careless!

Yang Bo didn't learn calligraphy well when he was a child, and now because of his advanced cultivation and strong control, he can write neat block letters, but he can't write cursive at all, he can't write!

Shouldn't the prescription be a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing?

After writing the prescription, Yang Bo put down the brush, he picked up the notebook, blew a breath, and then looked up.

Ms. Hussey also once came to this Chinese medicine hall with her, and saw Dr. Fang write prescriptions, but Dr. Fang was not so troublesome, she knew the rules, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the prescription.

Yang Bo pulled the prescription back and shook his head slightly, "Ms. Hussey, the prescription can't be given to you yet, you have to go to the cashier to pay first." ”

When Ms. Hussey heard the translation, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "Good, good!"

Ms. Hussey turned to see that there was a counter here, but there was no one behind the counter, where was the cash register?

Yang Bo was also aware of this problem, and he beckoned to Yue Junyao and said, "You come to the cashier." ”

Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu were sitting on the side and bored, looking at Yang Bo's pretending to be forced, the two girls felt a little funny.

Hearing that Yang Bo asked him to go to the cashier, Yue Junyao stood up and walked to the back of the counter, and said with a smile: "You want to pay me a salary!"

"All the money collected will be given to you!" Yang Bo waved his hand.

"How much do you charge?" asked Yue Junyao.

Yang Bo hesitated slightly, "Don't charge too much, a thousand euros!"

Ms. Hussey walked to the counter and pulled out her wallet to pay, when she heard the translation, her eyes widened, "A thousand euros, why don't you go and grab the money?"

France is a developed country, but not everyone is rich, Ms. Hussey is a supermarket cashier, and her salary is only 1,000 euros a month, and she needs 1,000 euros to see a doctor, which is too much for her!

Yang Bo stared at Ms. Hussey and said, "Of course, you can choose not to treat, my Chinese medicine here is very cheap, worth one euro, but the prescription is worth nine hundred and ninety-nine euros!"

Ms. Hussey was stunned, she had never seen such an expensive doctor, but she held back her anger and pulled out her credit card, "Swipe it!"

Yue Junyao didn't know how to operate the credit card machine, so Dr. Fang stepped forward to help swipe the card, grabbed the medicine according to the prescription, and agreed on the cooking time to let Ms. Husey pick up the medicine.

Westerners don't know how to cook medicine, so they usually catch medicine here, and the pharmacy charges a certain fee for cooking medicine, help cook it, and customers can pick it up.

Seeing Ms. Hussey leave angrily, Yang Bo couldn't help laughing, the dead duck had a hard mouth, and said that it wasn't Mrs. Clark who found it, if she really took the initiative to come, would she be willing to pay this thousand euros?

France has a well-developed medical insurance system, and it doesn't cost much to go to the hospital for treatment, so where would ordinary people spend 1,000 euros for treatment here?

Doctor Fang looked at Yang Bo and stopped talking.

When Yang Bo saw him, he didn't open his mouth to let the other party speak.

Hussey found Mrs. Clark with anger on his face, and when he saw her, he couldn't help but say angrily: "It's all your fault, I spent a thousand euros to treat my illness, and you have to reimburse this money!"

"A thousand euros?" Mrs. Clark was waiting for news at home, and was also stunned to hear Hessey's news, "This man is too bold!" "But, Hessey, we're going to get rich, and if he can't cure you, they'll be finished, and the old lady wants their pharmacy to close!"