There was a very strange scene at the entrance of Renhe Hospital.

A group of doctors in white coats, acting as porters, each carrying a table, chair, or medicine box, walked out of the hospital. What is even more surprising is that there are still a few people who have been carried out of the hospital with a huge medicine box.

"What about Liu Yu? Is the small ad printed? After placing the tables, chairs, and medicine boxes on the side of the hospital gate, Yan Murong shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming." Liu Yu shouted while panting and ran over, handing a large black plastic bag in his hand to Yan Murong.

"Dean Yan, here are three thousand advertisements."

"Well, okay, thank you for your hard work, you go to eat and rest first, and then go back and take the invoice to the financial reimbursement." Yan Murong nodded and said.

After speaking, Yan Murong put the plastic bag on the table, looked at the more than thirty experts who were standing on the side with a face pulled, and said. "Come on, guys, go and advertise on the streets."

"Dean, it's almost noon, can't you do it again in the afternoon after eating?" A middle-aged man looked at Yan Murong and said discussively.

"Do you need time to heal the sick and save people?" Yan Murong said with a frown. "Our doctors and nurses from the dean and the Chinese medicine department haven't eaten yet, so why are you in a hurry?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man stopped talking.

Yan Murong's performance in the conference room was enough to prove his decisiveness and unquestionableness, so these experts obediently closed their mouths when they wanted to speak, and reluctantly took out a stack of small advertisements from the plastic bags on the table, and then walked towards the gate of the hospital.

Then, such a landscape appeared on the two streets near Renhe Hospital.

Middle-aged men and women, dressed in extraordinary clothes and looking like successful people, held a thick stack of leaflets in their hands and handed them out to every pedestrian who passed by.

"Hey, Lisa, look, why do all these little ads like to use middle-aged people now?" A man asked his girlfriend next to him.

"yes, that's weird." The girlfriend looked surprised. "Look, that uncle is still wearing a Patek Philippe - I've seen this watch, and it sells for more than 200,000 yuan."

"It's like, how can they send out little ads? Are they collectively bankrupt? ”

"I don't know, let's go, go over and take a look."

As a result, many pedestrians were attracted by this group of middle-aged small advertising distributors, scrambling to grab the advertisements from them.

"Oh, the Chinese medicine department of Renhe Hospital is free of charge. That's a good hospital, let's go, old man, let's go see your old cold legs. ”

"Go and go, it's written in just two days, I need to see my athlete's foot."

"Husband, people's menstruation is always irregular, every time it comes irregularly, it always comes twice a month, once for three days, once for four days, let's go and have a look."

"Wife, I've also had back pain recently, probably because I've done too much with you for kidney deficiency, and I'm going to take a look."

Discussions like this quickly spread across the two streets, and some pedestrians who didn't get the advertisement were curious to get the advertisement next to the person who got it, asking what was going on. After learning about it, some people even took out their phones to inform their family members or friends, saying that the TCM department of any hospital is free of charge, and it does not cost money to see a doctor and take medicine.

Yes, they just came with three words for no money.

In today's hospitals, the price of drugs is unified, so how to make money?

It's very simple, of course, to make money by surgery and some physical examinations and the like.

It's okay to meet a doctor with a good conscience. But if you meet the kind of doctor who only wants to make money, then you have to hold your wallet tight.

Even if you just have a headache because of a cold, they may prescribe a brain CT scan.

There is a good thing that you can see a doctor without spending money, and of course everyone is willing to go. It doesn't matter if you're a Chinese medicine or a Western doctor, as long as it doesn't cost money.

As the small advertisements were sent out, the entrance of Renhe Hospital suddenly became lively. Young people, middle-aged people, elderly people, and even mothers with children all poured into the gate of Renhe Hospital and walked towards the medical point that Yan Murong had set up.

Gradually, the entire medical site was surrounded by a group of people who came to see a doctor for free.

"Don't crowd people." Yan Murong took the megaphone handed over by Liu Yu and said. "Everyone consciously lined up, we will not rest at noon, and we will not end the free clinic until 8 o'clock in the evening, and tomorrow will be the same, from 8 o'clock in the morning to 8 o'clock in the evening, there will be one day of free clinic. Therefore, everyone consciously queues up and keep quiet, otherwise it will also affect our doctor's diagnosis. ”

As soon as Yan Murong's voice fell, these citizens consciously lined up, and then stretched their necks one by one, wanting to see how this group of Chinese medicine doctors made a diagnosis.

Behind the table, Yan Murong, Zhong Zhenguo, Hua Cuo, and the three helpers brought by Hua Cuo, plus two directors of the Chinese medicine department and an old Chinese medicine doctor. Nine people lined up, sat behind a desk, and began the diagnosis.

As a result, with the beginning of the diagnosis, not only did the number of people decrease, but the number of people in line increased, and in the end, even Teng Xiangling was temporarily pulled over, so a very strange scene happened.

In Zhong Zhenguo, the two directors of the Chinese medicine department and the old Chinese medicine doctor of the Chinese medicine department, plus the three helpers brought by Hua Cuo, lined up in front of them, all of whom were elderly or middle-aged. The people lining up in front of Yan Murong and Hua Cuo were all young girls or young women of the right age - and those beautiful men or middle-aged uncles who were still sullen after the flowering season had passed all ran to Teng Xiangling's side.

"Hey, is this guy's medical skills very good?" Dong Wuyan, who was standing on the side watching the excitement, watched these people who came to see the doctor leave happily one by one, and asked Duan Zixuan with some curiosity.

"I don't know." Duan Zixuan shook his head, but when a new virus broke out in the mainland some time ago, when all experts were helpless, he solved it.

Dong Wuyan stopped talking, but glanced at Yan Murong, and his eyes revealed a curiosity.

Duan Zixuan was surprised when he saw it. You know, if a woman is curious about a man, she is not far from falling in love with that man - the question is, does Lala like men too?

Including Teng Xiangling, there are a total of ten Chinese medicine practitioners, and there is a long queue of people in front of each person, and there are many more people who are constantly coming, and even the hospital can no longer be lined up, and they are all lined up on the street.

"Help, doctor, save my man." Suddenly, an eager and crying voice came out of the crowd.