After Gao Ming selected the number, Yang Runqing immediately selected the No. 1 patient information from the registration list. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sun Zhengyong, male, thirty-two years old." Yang Runqing read the information on the registration list.

"Ask him to come up." Referee Li Chengyun said with a solemn face.

Soon, under the leadership of the little nurse in the infirmary, who had despised the Gao Ming brothers, a young man with a depressed face and a bitter face was brought into the room.

As soon as the man entered the room, he was startled by the five white-bearded old men in the room, he was obviously stunned, stopped, turned his face to look at the little nurse behind him, and asked, "Nurse, are we in the wrong place?" ”

"Sir, congratulations, our old dean and several experts are ready to help you personally." The little nurse said with a professional smile.

"What's going on? What disease do I have? How can it be so serious? The young man's face froze, then turned pale, and his tone of voice was out of shape.

I can't complain about the man's timidity, who else is, I thought it was a small illness, but I didn't expect to encounter such a big battle, and I had to be scared to pee. An expert patient will like it very much, but a few experts suddenly come uninvited, it's not a matter of money or not, this is the rhythm of the end! Even if the pay is very high.

"Yes, sir. Today is the day of our monthly free clinic, and one patient will be randomly selected for treatment on that day, and all fees will be waived for the patient. I don't know if Yang Runqing explained it in advance just now, or if this little nurse is very adaptable, and it solves the patient's doubts and fears at once.

"So?" The young man's face was full of smiles, and he said happily, "Then we will have to trouble a few experts." ”

He also saw that these old men seemed to be very remarkable, and if they helped diagnose and treat them, they would definitely be cured of the disease soon.

Besides, you still don't need money. Don't try nothing, don't try.

Gu Zhen nodded and said to Gao Ming, "You can watch it first." ”

Gao Ming walked over, reached out and grabbed the young man's hand, which was about to break free, and carefully checked the pulse while observing the man's complexion.

Because he faced a famous doctor like Gu Zhen in the first game, even Gao Ming didn't dare to be careless.

In just 30 seconds, Gao Ming's face became strange, and he threw away the man's wrist like an electric shock and said, "I'm optimistic." ”

"That's it?" The young man couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, this is too perfunctory, right, what about the experts who said good?

"It's not okay, what else can it be? Could it be that you wish you were seriously ill? Gao Ming glanced at him and said.

The young man immediately closed his mouth. Naturally, he hoped that the doctor would diagnose as soon as possible, but Gao Ming was a pink newcomer in terms of face and appearance, which really made him not have much confidence.

After Gao Ming stood aside, Gu Zhen walked over and stretched out three fingers on the young man's wrist, without looking at the man's face, closed his eyes and pondered for two or three minutes, then opened his eyes and nodded to indicate that he was fine.

Li Chengyun stood up and asked, "Is there anything you need to ask the patient?" ”

"Nope." Gao Ming shook his head.

"Neither do I." Gu Zhen's face was indifferent, and he also shook his head and said.

It seems that both of them are confident. Just by looking at the four diagnoses of traditional Chinese medicine, we can already know what kind of disease young men are suffering from.

If not, they can write their own diagnostic reports on paper. In order to make this first visit a little more difficult, I suggest that you write down the prescriptions you have in mind. ”

Someone in the room had already prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and asked Gao Ming and Gu Zhen to walk to the table and write with a pen.

The antique font is strong and powerful, and it is incredibly fast.

As the old man raised his wrist and moved lightly, beautiful fonts appeared on the paper. The long painting is vertical and horizontal, stretching freely, and the ups and downs are changing. The font of the whole text is slightly tilted to the left*, seeking to be leveled in the danger.

Everyone recognizes that this font is imitated from a generation of calligraphy master Mi Fu, very similar, if not professionals, it is likely not to distinguish the true from the fake.

"Good word, just this word, it should be a generation." Li Chengyun, who was the referee, was the first to express his appreciation.

"Pretty, pretty. No wonder the ancients called it "a thousand gold parties", and these words alone are worth the return fee. Jia Xingwang couldn't help but high-five.

Yang Runqing and the little nurse couldn't help but look at Gao Ming, another party who hadn't started writing yet, and felt some sympathy in their hearts. This old man is too bullying, and before he has reached medical skills, he first uses decades of practiced penmanship to win people's reputation.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, it is not a serious disease, and the prescription prescribed should not be very different, even if Gao Ming's medical skills are superb enough to match the old man Gu, but this word is incomparable no matter what.

The competition is almost now decided.

Gao Ming, it's a loss.

Sure enough, Gao Ming, who was standing in front of the pen, ink and paper inkstone, frowned slightly.

"Can you write without a pen? I'm not very good at using a brush. Gao Ming scratched his head and said a little shyly.

Gu Zhen, who was struggling to finish his book, was stunned, and almost didn't get a big ink ball on the paper as a stop.

A Chinese medicine practitioner who doesn't know how to use a brush? Several old men turned black at the same time, which was simply a challenge to tradition.

As long as you are a doctor, you can't do without a good hand, which is the tradition of almost every school of Chinese medicine. Of course, those Western doctors who are good at writing ghost drawings are not among them.

"And what pen are you going to write with? I'll prepare it for you. Li Chengyun said with the anger on his face.

"I haven't used a pen for a long time, and now I'm used to using this." Gao Ming didn't seem to see the different colors on everyone's faces, smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it at everyone.

What do you mean? Everyone was a little dazed. Is this going to text from your phone? Do you think every patient will be happy to give you their mobile phone number?

That's a good way to do it! The white fat man Zhen Huanxi secretly gave a thumbs up to his cousin, whether it was a mobile phone number or a Wei signal, when he met a beautiful female patient, he could use this method to get it, it was a weapon for picking up girls!

Regardless of whether everyone's cranial nerves turned around or not, Gao Ming pulled up on his mobile phone, but in a minute, almost everyone's mobile phone received a message ringing at the same time.

What's going on? Looking at Gao Ming's gesture to everyone to look at their mobile phones, everyone was in a daze again, could it be that this was really the rhythm of group sending, but where did he get the number?

There were a total of nine people in the room except Gao Ming, without exception, when they took out their mobile phones, they all found that they had received a prestige, and the content of the prestige was naturally the prescription prescribed by Gao Ming.

, again? Dr. Yang looked at Gao Ming's smiling face on the screen and wanted to cry without tears, he can still be a little personal in front of this super hacker in the future*No? Obviously not friends yet, okay.

"Doctor, how do you know my signal? I remember I didn't sign up for the signal! I haven't even registered my mobile phone number. The young man cried out in surprise first.