Zhao Changgui led Xu Xiangbei into the hall of his medical hall, and was greeted by a hundred sketches of Shennong, with a timeless and sharp painting style, and three points into the bones.

There is also a soup song next to it, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the style is extraordinary, Shennong treats the world with a hundred herbs, and the wonderful hands are benevolent to help the world.

Along the walls are brightly colored mahogany medicine cabinets, which look like they are made of fine cypress wood, and exude a faint smell of Chinese medicine.

Xu Xiangbei couldn't help nodding secretly, the decoration was quite good, but it was a pity that the medical ethics were too poor, and such a good medical hall was wasted.

Zhao Changgui sat lightly on the rosewood Taishi chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked proud: "Young man, how do you say you want to compare." ”

Xu Xiangbei glanced at the table, there were a lot of prescriptions on the table, and asked, "Are there any patients who you didn't see well at the first time and came for follow-up?"

Zhao Changgui said: "Yes, Chinese medicine pays attention to the balance of yin and yang, and drives away evil and promotes righteousness, which is not effective in a day or two, it takes a period of time to ......."

"You don't talk so much, it's a quack theory, lie to the children, I can cure them immediately. ”

A quack on the left, a liar on the right, Zhao Changgui's face turned red when he was said, and he held back his anger, "Okay, then I'll find a patient, and I'll see how you can cure him immediately." ”

"You don't have to look for it, just smoke it. ”

Xu Xiangbei still had that lazy and annoying smile, and he didn't sit on the good rosewood chair, but preferred to sit on the table where Zhao Changgui treated people, and sat the stethoscope on the table under his buttocks.

Zhao Jinhai pulled out the stethoscope from under his buttocks, but accidentally used too much force and broke the tube.

Xu Xiangbei smiled, "Why can't you think about it, why are you pulling it off with a good stethoscope, your family has a lot of money." ”

Xu Xiangbei took out a piece of medicine from the many prescriptions on the table, and read it aloud, "Ding Yong, the muscles and veins in his left hand are blocked, his movement is inconvenient, the yin deficiency is vigorous, and the evil qi breeds, so he uses skullcap, sophora ginseng, and banxia......

"Just him, just this Ding Yong, your prescription doesn't make sense, it's a quack, a quack. ”

Zhang Xiaoli spoke flatteringly for her boss Zhao Changgui: "Don't talk nonsense, our Doctor Zhao is a miracle doctor, Ding Yong's arm was originally going to be amputated, and Dr. Zhao cured most of it with a few medicines, what ability do you have to cure it immediately." ”

Xu Xiangbei snorted coldly and pointed at Zhang Xiaoli, "You girl, dare to talk too much in front of me, I have to add one more condition now, 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 strong medical skills, and she insisted on saying relentlessly: "Okay, if you lose, I will also slap you fifty times." ”

Xu Xiangbei smiled evilly, "If you don't die, you won't die, it's you who is looking for death yourself, don't beg me for mercy when the time comes." ”

"Beg you for mercy, joke, see who dies first. ”

After a while, Zhao Jinhai led a fifty-year-old fat uncle and walked in with a shy stomach, his left hand drooping weakly, completely inconsistent with his walking posture, like dragging a rope behind him.

After Ding Yong came in, he bent down and bowed to Zhao Changgui, who was sitting there, "Zhao Shen is healed." ”

Zhao Changgui didn't raise his eyes, nodded coldly, and pointed at Xu Xiangbei, "This little doctor wants to see a doctor for you, you go and see him." ”

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

He had been waiting outside to see a doctor, and he heard that there was a little miracle doctor who was competing with Dr. Zhao, and he was selected to see a doctor for him.

In the past six months, he has sought medical treatment everywhere and met many doctors, although they are helpless about their illness, at least they are still like doctors.

But Xu Xiangbei sat on the table with a golden knife, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, and a hooligan's evil smile, not like a doctor at all.

Seeing the suspicion from Ding Yong's eyes, Xu Xiangbei spit out smoke rings, looking at each other back and forth, left and right, "What's wrong with your arm?"

Ding Yong gave a detailed introduction to his condition.

Last winter, he injured his arm, and after taking a film, the bone was not broken, but it was a little painful, thinking that it was nothing, but he twisted his tendons, and he should be fine after a few days of taking some anti-inflammatory drugs.

Unexpectedly, every night, his arm hurt like a pinprick, and the terrible thing was that his left hand gradually lost consciousness, so he went to several hospitals, including the famous Capital Yanjing Hospital, and found more than ten experts who were not optimistic.

The expert said that the problem lies in the tendons, the tendons and veins can't be touched, can't be seen, and there is no way to treat them, so they can only be treated, he has done physiotherapy for several months, and the condition has not improved at all and is getting more and more serious.

I went to the expert again, and the expert reluctantly said that if the physiotherapy was useless, the leg could only be amputated.

Last week, he was introduced to Tongren Medical Center, and to his surprise, Dr. Zhao prescribed a few medicines, which were really immediate, and after taking the medicine, the pain was much better.

But the arm was still unconscious, and as soon as the medicine was stopped, the arm hurt more than before.

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

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

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

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

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

Xu Xiangbei was not angry, and patted Ding Yong's arm with a hippie smile, "Can your arm be raised?"

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

Ding Yong let out a howl like killing a pig, his face turned pale with pain, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and tears fell: "Mom, I killed someone, boy, I have no grievances with you, you want to kill me?"

Zhao Jinhai next to him became excited, and pointed at Xu Xiangbei with the look of Fu Xingshi's questioning, "Are you treating people or killing people, just bragging that you can immediately cure the patient, I see that you are almost murderous." ”

Zhang Xiaoli also opened her big mouth with blood-like lipstick and sneered: "At such a level, you dare to challenge our Divine Doctor Zhao, it's too self-conscious." ”

The crowd of onlookers on the side shook their heads one after another, how could they treat them so rudely if they had sick arms, young people, they couldn't do things well without hair on their mouths.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Changgui's face, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, on the surface he was not surprised, but in fact, he was secretly worried in his heart, afraid that Xu Xiangbei would really have some skills to cure Ding Yong.

But when he saw Xu Xiangbei slapping Ding Yong's arm, he was relieved, this kid dared to be a big liar, and it made Lao Tzu worry for a while.

Xu Xiangbei didn't take it seriously at all, picked up the broken stethoscope on the table, and smashed it at Zhao Jinhai: "What kind of noise are you kid, if you quarrel again, I'll sew your mouth together." ”

(End of chapter)