Chapter Twenty-Seven: You Must Cure It

Ye Zirong nodded, but still didn't speak.

"I don't believe it, you're clearly a student, how can you be a doctor?" said the young man, impatiently.

"I'm a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in this area, and he is an apprentice I brought out, so why isn't he a doctor?" Qin Shuiwen lowered his face and glanced at the young man angrily.

"It's just you, let's go back to the hospital! It's a lie at all! Let's run away for nothing!" Glancing at Qin Shuiwen, the young man immediately stiffened his face and pushed the old lady to leave.

"What are you going to do in the hospital? I will come to Taisheng Hall today to find a little miracle doctor, I won't go to your mother!" the old gentleman grabbed the young man's hand, and his tone was very firm.

"Little Divine Doctor, do you remember me?" The old gentleman walked to the consultation table and looked at Ye Zirong with a pair of grateful eyes.

Ye Zirong took a closer look and found that this old gentleman was the old man he met in the square a few days ago. That evening, the old gentleman was lying in a wheelchair and couldn't move, let alone walk on the ground, and it was Ye Zirong who showed his four-elephant acupuncture skills and cured his spondylosis.

"Remember, sir, how is your spine?"

"Alright, alright, you see that I can walk, little divine doctor, your medical skills are really amazing!" The old gentleman was full of energy, his face was full of glory, and his complexion was also very good, and it seemed that his spondylosis had almost recovered.

"Xiaobai, go and take out the herbs in the 208 drawer of the second cabinet of the medicine cabinet and give them to this old uncle!"

Qin Xiaobai let out a "hmm", turned around and ran towards the medicine cabinet.

In fact, after returning to the clinic that night, Ye Zirong prepared herbs for the old gentleman and waited for him to pick them up.

"Old sir, the herbs I said I said I prepared for you that day have already been prepared, and I am just waiting for you to pick them up. ”

"Good, good!" said the old gentleman nodded.

After a while, Qin Xiaobai took the herbs and delivered them to the old gentleman.

The old gentleman took the herb, his body was stunned, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses, he didn't expect that this young doctor was actually a man of his word, and tears of excitement fell.

"Little Divine Doctor, thank you for the herbs you prepared for me, you are so thoughtful, but this time, I still have one thing to ask for, that is, my wife is also sick, can you show it?"

Ye Zirong took a closer look at the old lady in the wheelchair and found that it was the old woman in the square, "Why is this old woman lying in a wheelchair?

The old gentleman glanced at the old lady lying in a wheelchair, then looked at Ye Zirong, and said: "Last time, my wife pushed me to the square to take a walk, but I didn't expect her to fall down in just a few days, alas! ”

"Yang Xuan, come on, you come and tell Dr. Ye, you are also a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious university, you have worked for seven or eight years, and you have not been able to cure your mother's illness, you should tell Dr. Ye about the situation and see what is going on." ”

My father spoke, and the young man had to do it.

Yang Xuan pushed his mother to Ye Zirong, but he tilted his head, his eyes were suspicious, and after a while, he said suspiciously: "Originally, this disease can definitely be cured in the department of my hospital, but the old man has to pull me to come to you to have a look, say that you are better than me, this is not? I will bring it over to show you, if you are not sure, you quickly say, I have to take my mother back to the hospital, it is nothing more than to take more antibiotics and a few bottles of hanging needles, and it will definitely be recovered in a few days." Although the young man looked like a bookish and angry, between his words, he didn't take Ye Zirong in his eyes at all, and he never believed that this student would treat people.

Seeing that Yang Xuan was speaking so arrogantly and unreasonably, Qin Xiaobai had already furious in his heart, pouted, rolled his eyes at him a few times, and slowly delivered a cup of freshly received boiled water to the old lady, eager to kick this calf.

"Come, old woman, take a sip of warm water. ”

Although the old lady looked very weak, after taking the cup, she drank all the boiled water in it.

Ye Zirong didn't care much about Yang Xuan anymore, and asked him, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Yang Xuan knew that his mother was indeed very sick, and he wanted to cure his mother's illness as soon as possible, so he hurriedly replied: "My mother, she has a high fever, it has been more than a month, she has a severe sore throat, accompanied by a cough, we have checked it several times, according to the test results, it should be a cold caused by a virus, just?"

"The cold caused by the virus, then Western medicine can completely cure it!" Ye Zirong interrupted Yang Xuan's words, but thought in his heart: "If Western medicine can cure it, why are you coming to me for it?"

"Yes, it can be cured by taking antibiotics, but the old couple is stubborn, and they say that if I have to come to you to see, I can't help it! Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders, looking a little helpless.

When the old lady heard this, she became angry and said to Yang Xuan: "Son! Do you want to make your mother angry to death? I have been taking the antibiotic you prescribed for more than 20 days, and my stomach hurts from eating, and it does not get better at all. ”

The old lady's face was flushed, her eyes were hazy, and she had already narrowed into a slit, and she had to finish a sentence after talking for a long time.

"Mom, you have a cold and a high fever, I'll prescribe you some large doses of heat and detoxification medicine, and you'll be able to get better, not to mention that this is just a Chinese medicine clinic, Chinese medicine is not recognized in the world, how can you cure your disease?

Dr. Ye is a Chinese medicine doctor, and I also let him show it, and I feel down-to-earth. Your father's paralysis was cured by Dr. Ye! I saw it with my own eyes. The old lady insisted on letting Ye Zirong treat her.

Yang Xuan's eyes were stunned and he kept shaking his head.

"Old lady, do you really want me to treat you?"

"Well, you have to cure it!" the old lady nodded deeply, and then closed her eyes to rest, looking terminally ill.

"Sir, you also agree with me to treat your wife, right?"

"Yes, even if you treat it, it's like treating me for spinal disease, a dead horse should be treated as a live horse, and if it can't be cured, I don't blame you!" the old gentleman nodded again and again.

"I don't agree! How can I let a Chinese medicine doctor treat my mother's illness? It's just unreasonable!" Yang Xuan hurriedly spoke to stop her.

"You don't care about this, I'm not dead yet, I'll have the final say!" the old gentleman drank his son.

He said to Ye Zirong again: "Don't listen to him! Just the antibiotics prescribed by this kid, my wife will be good for a while and bad for a while, two days ago, this kid increased the dose of antibiotics, and my wife is a lot better, and she can push me to the square to let the wind out... No, as soon as my spondylosis was cured by you, my wife's illness has returned, and it is worse than before... They can't be cured, and if you don't say you want to treat you, who will you treat?"