"I'm a liar!"

On the street in front of the Tianxing Medical Hall, a well-dressed man suddenly appeared, closing his eyes and roaring loudly with tears streaming down his face.

It was Dr. Xie, who lost and tried to escape without success, so he could only fulfill the gambling contract.

Sick, right?

Suddenly, a man stood on the street and hysterically called him a liar, which shocked everyone around him.

Then they pointed at him, but in just a minute, more than twenty or thirty people had gathered, and some people were still taking pictures of him.

Some of them also suggested calling the psychiatric hospital immediately, which must be a mentally abnormal person.

Three minutes is like a year for Dr. Xie, no, it's a second like a year, and finally the time is up when he is about to collapse.

When the time came, he immediately bowed his head and fled in embarrassment, and this feeling was enough once in a lifetime.

At this time, in Donglai Pavilion, the door was closed in broad daylight and was not opened.

No opening does not mean that there is no one, behind the roller shutter door of Donglai Pavilion, there is a person who is drunk, and there are seven or eight wine bottles piled up on the table.

It was Boss Gu, his eyes were red, and the whole person was drunk.

"Old madman, goods, I want goods, I want a lot of goods. After pouring a sip of spirits, Boss Gu made a phone call.

"Now that the wind is so tight, do you still dare to ask for goods?" The person on the other side of the phone was obviously very familiar with Boss Gu, and he knew who it was as soon as he heard the voice.

"I don't care, you just say that you can't ship now? If you don't ship, I'll go find someone else?"

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"At least three times as much as last time, no, ten times as much!"

"Are you crazy?"

"I'll just ask you, I have money, do you have any goods?"

"Okay, you have money, you are an uncle, old rules, old time, you are ready to receive goods!"

The call was already over here, and Boss Gu poured another sip of spirits: "The surname is Wang, you forced me to do all this!"

was swept away by Wang Wei four antiques, although the purchase price of these four antiques was extremely low, and he sold them, and he made a small profit of tens of thousands of yuan, but the real value of these four antiques is far more than 10 million, and the more than 10 million should have been his, but Wang Wei took it away.

He couldn't accept it, so after Wang Wei and the others left, he opened the young man, closed the door, and started drinking alone in the store.

When Boss Gu was about to pick up the goods, Wang Wei's medical hall also came to a very special patient.

In his fifties, a man who was close to skinny walked in alone.

"Uncle, is there anything wrong with you?" the man trembled as he walked, and at a glance he could see that something was wrong with him.

"Do you specialize in treating incurable diseases here?" the man looked at Wang Wei.

"Yes, I specialize in treating incurable diseases here, do you want to treat diseases, uncle?"

"I heard you cured a blind man?" the boss didn't say if he wanted to be cured, but looked left and right at the equipment in the infirmary.

He was a little disappointed, the place in the medical hall is not small, but the equipment is too shabby, I haven't seen any medical equipment, only some medicine cabinets, desks, it looks very similar to the ancient Chinese medicine medical hall in movies and television, no, it's the same at all.

"Uncle, let me correct you, if he is really blind, no one can do anything, he just has an eye problem, and he was not cured elsewhere, but he was cured here. Wang Wei hurriedly corrected his statement, in case his eyes were really blind, there was nothing Wang Wei could do now.

However, he believed that when the small current in his body was advanced, it would be possible to promote the regeneration of limbs, and at that time he would have a way.

At that time, as long as the head is not cut off, any organ disability in the body will not be a problem for him.

But this is just his feeling, he believes that it will get to that point, but when it will progress to that point, he doesn't know!

"Okay, this is my medical record, do you think it can be cured?" The old man took out of his arms, and the case was very serious beyond a circle.

Wang Wei pretended to look at it, but in fact, he didn't need to look at it at all, he had already known the old man's symptoms, it was serious pneumoconiosis.

Pneumoconiosis, the regular name of pneumoconiosis, is a large amount of fine dust inhaled in the lungs, and then it stays in the lungs, and is not discharged, causing lung diseases, according to the different types of dust, divided into organic pneumoconiosis and inorganic pneumoconiosis, and the old man is inorganic pneumoconiosis.

Zhao Guomin!

From the medical record, Wang Wei knew the old man's name, age, and some family conditions.

"Doctor, is there any hope for my illness?" Seeing Wang Wei looking at the medical records, Zhao Guomin waited for a while before he asked very worriedly.

He knows his own situation best, and he only fell into this disease when he was young when he worked in a coal mine.

When I was young, I was physically strong, and even if I had some discomfort, I survived.

But when he gets older, his physical function declines, and the disease is dying, and he will be out of breath if he exercises a little more.

After the diagnosis at the hospital, it was found that the lung tissue had been seriously diseased, and it could only be irreversibly maintained.

But he was unwilling, he was not yet sixty years old, and his little grandson had just been born, so he was unwilling to even take care of his little grandson.

But I went to a lot of hospitals, spent a lot of money, and my condition did not improve at all.

He was desperate, and overheard a group of people talking about a newly opened Tianxing Medical Center, which also had a sign specializing in the treatment of incurable diseases.

He scoffed at the time, a small clinic, it would be good to treat colds and fevers, what other incurable diseases could be treated?

But it didn't take long for him to hear that a blind man had been cured, and he expressed serious suspicions.

Today, he happened to pass by here, and when he thought that he would not lose a piece of meat if he went in anyway, he asked it clearly, and then decided whether to cure it or not.

"There is hope, of course there is hope. ”

"Really?" Zhao Guomin's eyes lit up, he had been to many hospitals, but no doctor had ever given a clear answer.

There are some charlatans who boast so much that they spend a lot of money, but they almost worsen his condition.

"Of course it's true!"

"How much does it cost?" This is another problem that Zhao Guomin is worried about, his pneumoconiosis, did not get effective treatment at the very beginning, a big reason is money, when he was young, he had to save money, and when he found that he couldn't save money and had to be treated, he couldn't be cured.

And his family's savings have been almost spent now, and the little grandson has just been born, so he has to pay more attention to saving money.

"I'll calculate, depending on your situation, I'll charge you a thousand!" Wang Wei took a look at Zhao Guomin, and at a glance, he knew that his living condition was not very good.

And he opened a medical clinic, the principle is to rob the rich to help the poor, the rich, a consultation fee may be as high as tens of millions, the poor, just like the levy point.

"It's so cheap, does it have to be treated many times, and it takes a thousand each time?" Zhao Guomin was very skeptical.

"It costs a thousand in total, and it won't cost you a penny more!"

"You didn't lie to me, old man, right?" Uncle Zhao was very suspicious, because in a regular hospital, it might be like a slightly more expensive examination, more than that, and then casually prescribe a few kinds of medicines, and the big ones will go out in a few thousand, so he is worried that there is a trap somewhere?

"I didn't lie to you, it's a thousand!"

"How is it treated?"

"Acupuncture, then you go back and take the medicine on time, the total course of treatment is a week, and the rest is to slowly recuperate by yourself. Wang Wei said.

"Okay then!" Zhao Guomin thought for a while, a thousand is not expensive, but after finding out that he was deceived, he didn't come again.

So at Wang Wei's request, he took off his shirt, revealing his skinny upper body, and Wang Wei started acupuncture.

In fact, a condition like this is that the lung function is impaired, resulting in lung insufficiency!

However, the general treatment method cannot fundamentally restore the lung function, but can only maintain it, and the older you get, the more serious the disease tends to become.

Wang Wei's treatment is much simpler, two-pronged.

First of all, he used his internal qi to directly force out the dust deposited in the lungs, and the principle of washing the lungs was the same, but it was safer and more thorough.

Burst!

After a while, Zhao Guomin spit out a mouthful of black phlegm, which surprised him, how could it be like a puddle of mud?

Of course, he didn't know that this was the dust that was silent deep in his lungs, and even if he washed his lungs, it was difficult to clean up the culprit.

Secondly, after the lungs were cleaned, Wang Wei used acupuncture to completely stimulate the self-healing function of the lungs and amplify the function.

Of course, the self-healing function is not unlimited, Wang Wei just uses the stimulation of the meridians to maximize this function, at most a week, this state will disappear, otherwise this free state that consumes a lot of nutrients will drag a person's body down.

Hey?

When Wang Wei performed acupuncture, Uncle Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, is it so magical?

Ever since he had pneumoconiosis, his chest has been like a big rock pressing against him, making him feel like every breath is very laborious.

But after Wang Wei's acupuncture, he suddenly found that the big stone was gone, and his breathing was exceptionally smooth and comfortable.

"The last time I breathed so happily, how many years ago?" Uncle Zhao recalled, not in at least twenty years.

"Alright, acupuncture is over!" Wang Wei withdrew the silver needle.

"Divine doctor, young man, you are indeed a divine doctor!" Feeling that the big stone pressing on his chest was gone, Uncle Zhao gave a thumbs up excitedly.

"Don't dare to be, this is the medicine you have to take in the next three days......" Under Wang Wei's guidance, Sun Langlang grabbed out three packets of traditional Chinese medicine.

During this time, as long as he was free, Wang Wei would teach Sun Langlang medical skills.

If there is a chance, double cultivation, Sun Langlang already has signs of internal strength, and when the time comes, Wang Wei will also teach her the Tianxing Acupuncture Method.

After Uncle Zhao thanked Dai De for his thanks, he left with Chinese medicine with satisfaction, and he believed that this time pneumoconiosis would definitely be cured.

"Boss, there was a patient who just came out of the Tianxing Medical Center with medicine!" When Uncle Zhao walked out, he didn't notice that there was a car not far from the opposite side of the road, and the driver of the car was calling his boss to report while locking on Uncle Zhao's figure.

"Okay, do what you planned, you must succeed and not fail!"

"Boss, don't worry, his medical clinic will be closed soon!" The driver looked at the Tianxing Medical Center, and then looked at Uncle Zhao in the distance.

After hanging up the phone, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he chased after Uncle Zhao who was far away.