Street, in the shade of trees.

Zhang Sheng opened the folding chair and sat down, spread a canvas with the word "free clinic" on the ground, made a simple stall, and placed another folding chair opposite, and then waited quietly.

After learning that the goal of this mission was to make money, he quickly turned his brain, knowing that with conventional methods, if he wanted to use 100 yuan to 1,000 yuan in one day, there was basically no hope, and he could only use unconventional means, such as stealing, begging, cheating, etc...

Needless to say, stealing and robbing is definitely not available, he has no doubt that if someone really does this, even if he gets the money to open a house, he will also be eliminated, this is a matter of principle, and it is definitely not honorable to touch!

And there are two kinds of begging, he really can't do it with face, and it is not very likely to get 900 yuan by begging, after all, this is not Dubai, and there will be no beggars earning hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

These methods will not work, and the only thing left is to be abducted and deceived, and he can't do it if the circumstances are bad, but just like Xu Yan, he can still do it.

So, he came here, got a sign of free clinic, and was ready to use his understanding of Chinese medicine and appropriate means to earn money to open a house.

There was no shouting, no publicity, he just sat quietly, waiting for someone to come, he believed that with the Chinese people's love of watching the excitement and greedy for small and cheap minds, someone will definitely pay attention.

In fact, it was exactly like this, not long after he sat down, someone surrounded him curiously.

An aunt in her fifties pointed to the signboard in front of Zhang Sheng and said, "What do you mean by writing about free clinics?" ”

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, look at and hear." Zhang Sheng's old god is in the Tao, his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is not deliberately close. There was also no alienation.

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, look at it, ask questions, whether it is accurate!" Aunt was skeptical.

"Anyway, I don't need money, and I just look at the pulse and ask for it, and if I don't take medicine or needles, let me diagnose it." It doesn't hurt to do that, does it? Zhang Sheng asked rhetorically.

"You give me a pulse!" The middle-aged aunt said.

A companion next to him pulled the middle-aged aunt and persuaded: "Old Qin, this person is so young, what can he do, he must be a liar, don't collect money to sell medicine or something later..."

"You're not going to take money again, are you?" The middle-aged aunt said vigilantly.

"No!"

"Don't sell drugs either?"

"Do you think I have medicine on me?"

Zhang Sheng's expression was calm, and the middle-aged aunt couldn't help believing it, and said, "Everyone listened." You said that if you don't want money and don't sell medicine, you won't give it to me even if you want it when you turn around", and then sat opposite Zhang Sheng and stretched out his palm to him.

Zhang Sheng pulled her palm and put it on her knee, and the five fingers were naturally placed on her wrist, and she was quietly diagnosed.

After a while, Zhang Sheng put down the middle-aged aunt's palm with a smile and said, "Recently." Maintain a regular routine and insist on physical exercise within your ability. Eat less animal fat, eat more vegetables and fruits, eat a normal diet, don't smoke and drink, and bask in the sun..."

What he said was clueless, and everyone listened in a daze. Many people began to talk in a low voice, and the middle-aged aunt's heart hung up, and she said worriedly: "Young man, is there something wrong with my body?" ”

People are like this, even if they don't believe in Zhang Sheng. But at this time, listening to him talk a lot of clueless, the middle-aged aunt still couldn't help but worry.

"It's nothing, it's just that menopause has arrived." Zhang Sheng said lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged aunt suddenly blushed, and her companion exclaimed, obviously surprised and Zhang Sheng could see it.

The expressions of the two fell into the eyes of everyone, and everyone was not stupid, and immediately understood that the young man in front of him really had two brushes.

Many people opened their mouths to praise, and some open aunts even ridiculed: "Young man, you know a lot, even menopause knows, do you know that menstruation is not adjusted?" ”

"Young man, you can help me take a look!" An old lady in her sixties and seventies stepped out of the crowd and sat opposite Zhang Sheng.

"Auntie, do you have arthritis?" Zhang Sheng did not take the pulse, but said directly.

"Young man, you haven't taken the pulse yet, can you see it?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound, but not only the pulse, the so-called looking, smelling, asking, cutting, the pulse is also called cutting the pulse, just one of the means, just now I saw that your walking posture is not right, when you sit down, the action is also cautious, obviously afraid of touching the sore spot, so I judge that you have arthritis!"

Zhang Sheng talked eloquently, and said the basis for judgment in simple terms, and when the old lady asked him if there was a good way to heal, Zhang Sheng said: "Why don't I help you massage!" ”

Zhang Sheng took a deep breath, put his hands in front of him and rubbed them together, and then pressed them on the old lady's knees, so that he stopped after only three or five strokes, allowing the old lady to move.

The old lady did as she said, and really felt much more relaxed, looked at Zhang Sheng in surprise, and said: "Young man, you are really a god, my arthritis often recurs, and taking medicine and injections does not work, I didn't expect you to press the symptoms a few times." ”

"It's just stimulating the acupuncture points and temporarily relieving it, it's still far from good!" Zhang Sheng shook his head modestly and told the acupuncture points and massage techniques.

After diagnosing two people one after another, they both said that they had symptoms, and they never mentioned anything like collecting money or selling medicine, and everyone immediately became enthusiastic.

Next, a few more people were diagnosed, Zhang Sheng kept observing the surroundings, but he didn't see a suitable target, so he could only continue to diagnose, this time a young man came.

The young man sat down and said with interest: "Doctor, you can also show me the pulse!" ”

Zhang Sheng pulled his arm, helped him check his pulse, and then brought his pulse to his ear and listened, and said solemnly: "Drive less, take the bus or walk more; Drink less drinks and more plain water; Try not to use air conditioning at home; Don't eat out, especially seafood. ”

"Doctor, what's wrong with him, is he sick?" Someone next to him was curious, from the beginning to the present, Zhang Sheng has also diagnosed several people, but he has never been so serious.

"Hmm!" Zhang Sheng nodded.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many people looked at the young man with pity, the latter's face suddenly changed, and he blushed and said with a thick neck: "You are talking nonsense, I am in good health, how can I be sick?" ”

"Not sick? I'm telling you you're sick, you're almost terminally ill! Zhang Sheng smiled slyly.

"I don't believe it!" The young man shouted: "You say I have some disease, if you can't say it, I will be with you endlessly!" ”

"Poor disease!"

Zhang Sheng lightly spit out two words, and suddenly blocked the young man speechless.

The crowd was dumbfounded and laughed out loud.

"This lad has such a good sense of humor!"

"Haha, I'm laughing to death."

"No, the laughing milk hurts, both hurt!"

The crowd laughed, and the young man fled.

After Zhang Sheng left, he glanced around looking for the target, but saw a noble lady in his forties stopping, his eyes suddenly lit up, he knew that the opportunity had come, and said: "This eldest sister, please stay!" ”

(To be continued.) )