For acupuncturists, the day when Zheng Yichen became famous through social networks and paper media was a nightmare day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zheng Yichen, who was hidden by Gu Minggao, was like a dragon diving in the abyss, and when he encountered a storm, he went straight to nine days.

In contrast, other acupuncture doctors began to be ignored, and even Gu Minggao, who was the 'king of acupuncture', was also affected.

The doctors in the acupuncture department are waiting, waiting for the day when the craze for Zheng Yichen to become a topic of conversation will subside.

After all, this is an impetuous era, everything is developing rapidly, there will be countless news and countless topic people every day, and a piece of news, with a shelf life of three days, is already remarkable.

According to the usual experience, it is not difficult to guess that when Zheng Yichen's topic begins to cool down, there will definitely be great fluctuations in the people who come to him for medical treatment, and when the time comes, the spring of acupuncture doctors will come.

These people's wishful thinking was very loud, but they never expected that they would be greeted by a polar dark and cold winter of ice and snow.

A week has passed, and the news about Zheng Yichen has long been ignored, but ...... The number of his patients is increasing unabated!

In fact, most of those patients who came to Zheng Yichen for treatment at the beginning did go for his popularity and popularity, and after treating him a few times, they were really impressed by his medical skills and medical ethics, and at the same time, they also specially recommended Zheng Yichen to their relatives and friends.

Every time he cured a patient, Zheng Yichen, even his relatives and friends who had brought that person's life circle, developed into potential supporters, and the number of people who came to him for treatment naturally increased unabated!

A piece of news only provided Zheng Yichen with a channel to attract patients to come and retain patients, but it relied on his own skills: solid acupuncture skills, pragmatic medical style, and humble attitude.

A tall and thin man in his thirties, holding a registration paper and medical records in his hand, came to the door of Zheng Yichen's clinic, gently pushed open the door, looked around, and saw Zheng Yichen's figure with his back to him, adricking a patient with tennis elbow.

After the man put the medical record book on the table, he glanced at Zheng Yichen's needle insertion and needle handling techniques, his face was surprised, he couldn't help but not speak, and quietly retreated.

The man took a seat in the waiting area, next to a woman in her forties with burnt skin.

He glanced at the woman's face and asked, "Eldest sister, do you have a stomach problem?" ”

The woman glanced at him, and became wary of the stranger's accosting, such as the central hospital, a tertiary hospital, is a place for many professional medical trusts, these people are often very enthusiastic, and the patient is close, after chatting with each other, they pretend to be a heart-to-heart, recommend a famous doctor in a private clinic to others, and deceive the patient to a certain doctor's clinic, the cost of medicine is often several times to dozens of times more expensive than that of a regular hospital.

In fact, being cheated of money is still a trivial matter, many people have delayed their illness, can not go to the hospital in time to receive regular treatment, serious illness and incurable cases have occurred repeatedly, the so-called "famous doctor" prescribed medicine, there is no treatment effect at all, and it may be harmful to eat it in the stomach.

Only wolf-hearted and mercenary people will devote themselves to the industry of medical trust, where there is no asshole for sons!

The medical trust is the executioner who kills people without seeing blood, and the butcher who cares about people's lives.

This woman has also been tricked, in the hospital by a so-called 'fellow' with a local accent, deceived to a private clinic, spent a lot of money, bought a bunch of messy medicine, after eating, the condition not only did not improve, but aggravated a lot, until recently found Zheng Yichen for treatment, the symptoms of stomach problems began to improve.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope, women learn to look at people with colored glasses, and the tone is not good: "What if you have stomach problems?" What's the matter with you? ”

The man didn't care, and smiled modestly: "I just want to remind you that if you have stomach problems, you should eat seven points full when you eat, and there are foods like sweet potatoes, mung beans, and red beans that will cause flatulence, and try to eat as little as possible, just make a little suggestion, there is no other purpose, you don't have to be careful." ”

His eyes were calm, and when people saw it, their mood couldn't help but settle down, and the woman's vigilance was mostly gone, and she replied: "What you said, Zheng Yichen also mentioned it to me. Hey, are you also studying medicine? ”

"I know a little bit about it."

"What kind of illness did you have to come to Dr. Zheng for treatment?"

The man shook his head and smiled lightly: "I'm not sick, I'm just looking for him." ”

The woman looked at him with a suspicious expression: "Could you be a reporter, are you going to interview or secretly photograph Dr. Zheng?" Tell you, there is no trick to pretend to be sick, Dr. Zheng's eyes are poisonous, last time a few reporters thought about the fish, and he saw through it at a glance and drove him out. ”

The man denied it: "I'm not a reporter either, and when he sees me, he won't drive me away." If you want to see me swept away, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. ”

"I'm just here to see a doctor, and I'm not interested in seeing this." The woman muttered and didn't talk to the man anymore.

The man lost a person to communicate with, and looked at the other side again.

There were three people sitting on the chair, on the left and right, were two powerful men, in black suits, burly figures, and solemn faces.

Sandwiched between the two big men was a man in a white hoodie, a pair of Harley glasses, a medical mask over his mouth, and a gold Rolex watch on his left wrist, which was worth a lot of money.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall, and under the backdrop of two tower-like men, he looks small and exquisite, and from time to time he makes a few loud coughing sounds, panting, and seems to be very sick.

The man listened carefully, his cough was clear, and he sounded like he had no obvious symptoms, and he was puzzled, and asked the golden cousin: "Sir, may I ask what disease you have?" ”

The golden cousin coughed continuously, as if the lobes of his lungs were about to be coughed out, and finally stopped coughing, and replied coldly: "No comment." ”

The man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the strong man on the left side opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "I have said that there is no comment, so don't ask so much, shut up for me!" ”

The strong man on the right didn't speak, just clenched his ten fingers, making a tooth-aching bone sound, his chest couldn't help beating, the threat was self-evident, if the man dared to say a word more, it was estimated that it would be a punch and kick.

The man smiled reluctantly, did not speak again, folded his arms, leaned back in his chair, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

After a while, a voice calling for a woman sounded in the consultation room, and she hurriedly got up and walked into the consultation room to receive treatment.

After more than ten minutes, Zheng Yichen's voice calling the patient sounded again: "Wu Daoming." ”

The man at the gold watch shook his head, straightened his clothes, stood up, and walked into the consultation room surrounded by two bodyguards.

In the consultation room, Zheng Yichen sat at his desk, spread out Wu Daoming's medical records, held a pen in one hand, and prepared for the consultation.

He raised his eyes and saw these three people coming in, frowned and said, "I called one person, why did three people walk in at once, could it be that one of you is called Wu, one is called Dao, and the other is called ...... Xiao Ming? ”

Zheng Yichen waved his hand and said, "Wu Daoming stays, and no one else will wait for me to go out and wait outside." ”

A bodyguard raised his eyebrows, ready to get angry, Wu Daoming seemed to be aware of it, lowered the glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealed his black and white delicate eyes, glared at him angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you hear what Dr. Zheng said?" Hurry up and get out! ”

The master had spoken, and the servants had no reason not to obey, so the two bodyguards had to walk to the corridor and sit back in their places, holding their breath.

This guy named Wu Daoming is so obedient and cooperative, he can't get Zheng Yichen's favor, he frowned and looked at this person's outfit, and said coldly: "Are you here to see a doctor or to put on a show?" Hurry up and take off your hat, glasses, and mask, it's weird! ”

Wu Daoming laughed dryly, sat on the wooden chair diagonally opposite Zheng Yichen, took off his glasses and mask, revealing a handsome face, and two dark circles under his eyes were particularly eye-catching: "Doctor Zheng, it's me, Wu Mingdao." ”

Only then did Zheng Yichen recognize that the so-called 'Wu Daoming' was actually Wu Mingdao, an entertainment star who had a relationship in Kyoto.

He smiled dumbly and said: "It turned out to be you, no wonder it's a bodyguard and a disguise, and the pomp is really big." Hurry up and cover your face, I don't want my office to be a star-chasing. ”

Wu Mingdao put on his mask again, Zheng Yichen looked at his dark circles and smiled: "How did you do it?" With such big dark circles, did you run away to be a thief last night? ”

Wu Mingdao said sneeringly: "I went to North America to promote movies in the past few days, and I just returned to China last night, and the jet lag has not yet reversed, so I rushed to you non-stop." I have followed your instructions and spared no effort to help Director Gao promote the movie, please treat me. ”

Zheng Yichen nodded and said: "No problem, when you enter my consultation room, it is my patient, I promise to cure your disease, you go to the innermost treatment bed and lie down, and close the curtain." ”

Wu Mingdao followed behind Zheng Yichen, hiding it, worried about being recognized by the patient, and after blocking it a few times, he found that he was doing it too much, and no one noticed his existence at all, from the desk to the innermost treatment bed, seven or eight meters away, there were people on both sides of the treatment bed receiving acupuncture treatment, some old and young, some men and women, all of them looked at Zheng Yichen with reverence, and even disdained the afterglow of the corner of his eye to Wu Mingdao, Zheng Yichen's majestic body occupied all the sight of these people.

Only then did Wu Mingdao know that in this consultation room, there was only one real emperor superstar Zheng Yichen, even if his fame was ten times higher than now, it was estimated that he could not reverse this situation.

Wu Mingdao was stunned, and thought sadly: "The gap, this is the gap." ”