Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fame

On his face full of wrinkles and old age spots, a smile appeared, and he nodded and said: "Oh, now I hear clearly, my surname is Dou, everyone calls me Uncle Dou, and I have three out of seventy this year." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wang Shaoan wrote down Uncle Dou's information, and then began to check the pulse of the old man.

"Lang Zhong, you don't need to take the pulse, I don't have anything else wrong, my ears are getting more and more back recently, I always feel it, I see others open their mouths, but I can't hear what others say, and I don't know what's going on, do you have a way to cure it?" Although the old man's voice trembled and long, it was also very loud and healthy.

Wang Shaoan still took Uncle Dou's pulse and glanced at his ears. This old man's body is indeed as he said, there is nothing wrong with it, but his ears are not good.

He helped the old man to the rattan chair next to the consultation table, took out a silver needle, gave Uncle Dou a few injections, and then grabbed a few pairs of medicines.

Wang Shaoan took a breath slowly, and then said loudly: "Uncle Dou, your blood circulation is slow, resulting in a slight blockage of the meridians, so you have your ears behind!" I just gave you a needle to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, do you feel better? ”

Uncle Dou's thin head turned, and he immediately smiled happily: "It's much better, it's much better, there's movement in my ears now!" ”

"You take these pairs of Chinese medicine back, and one pair a day after dinner. Oh yes, call your son or family member, give you old Tao Tao ears, the earwax is too thick! Wang Shaoan said with a smile, he was an old man in his previous life, and now when he sees this healthy old man, he can't help but feel a little better.

When the two men heard this, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Thank you! Langzhong, you are so good, what do you call it? The old man asked.

"My surname is Wang, you can call me Xiao Wang or Wang Langzhong."

After Uncle Dou gave the money, he carried the medicine and slowly left the hall.

"Next." Wang Shaoan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to speak so hard.

The man in his forties moved from the bench to the opposite side of Wang Shao'an.

"Langzhong, I, I ......" The man looked embarrassed, and glanced at the man behind him a few times as he spoke, looking indescribable.

This kind of sick Wang Shao'an doesn't need to take the pulse at all, it can be seen from his face and dress, although he is not wearing silk and satin, and the materials used in the clothes are also high-end, he is definitely not an ordinary person. It must be that the wife and concubine at home are too clingy, and others are middle-aged, and they can't help themselves, and they are gradually unable to have sex, so they are either premature ejaculation or impotence.

"This gentleman, is he worried about overwork, and every time he has been in the room lately, he feels powerless and unwilling?" Wang Shaoan smiled and deliberately lowered his voice and said.

The man's eyes lit up, how could this young man see it at a glance, he didn't even touch his pulse, there were really two hits. Since it was said, it didn't matter that there was no one behind him, so he immediately said: "What this Lang Zhong said is very true, you can see my symptoms at a glance, is there any way to solve it effectively and quickly?" ”

"Huh." Wang Shaoan smiled slightly, there may be no way to fall into the hands of others, but he is different. Moreover, in the past few days, he has prescribed himself countless pairs of medicines in this regard, and he can get one at random, since he wants to be fast, he will prick the needle first. "You are in terrible pain?"

"If you can cure this disease, what is the pain, I admit to a broken rib!" The man said hurriedly.

"Haha, that's no problem, come, record your information first. Please also tell us your name, age. Wang Shaoan took the pen and prepared to write it down.

"My name is Liao Tianhe, and I am forty-eight this year."

"Mr. Liao, please come with me."

Wang Shaoan picked up the silver needle, took Liao Tianhe to the backyard, moved a stool for him to sit down, and then motioned for him to take off his shirt and shoes.

First, prick it in the waist and one needle on each side.

"It doesn't hurt." The man spoke.

Wang Shaoan picked up a silver needle, then put it down again, and picked up the largest one.

"Hehe, if you want to be fast, I'll make you fast! Of course, these two needles don't hurt, and the thin needles are used, and these two needles are just introductory needles. Wang Shao'an thought about it, with a smile on his face, lifted the soles of his feet and slammed them down.

"Hiss~ohohohah~" A pig-like howl sounded, and the birds on the osmanthus tree in his yard flew away.

The man who was waiting outside, after hearing such a painful howl, his body trembled, and his back was cold: There will be no death! He began to retreat, and the cry was too terrifying.

Then another needle pierced the other foot. After the man howled, he couldn't hold back the pain, and a few tears fell out.

"Until you know the truth, your tears fall......" Wang Shao'an slurred his words and snorted gloatingly.

The man only cared about the pain, but he didn't find his dying thing, and he came back to life and went straight to the sky.

It didn't take long for Wang Shaoan to immediately pull out a few needles, it was not good for too long, and he was directly congested.

"See." He pointed to the man's crotch.

The man looked down, and the expression of pain on his face instantly turned into happiness. Put on clothes and pants, and thank Wang Shaoan for his kindness. Wang Shao'an took him a few pairs of medicines, and drank them in two days, and told him not to do it more than once a night, otherwise he would be killed again when the time came, and the Daluo Immortal would not be able to save him. Liao Tianhe nodded hurriedly, paid the money, and left with three thanks.

When the two walked out of the front hall, the man retreated again after seeing Liao Tianhe's tears of happiness on his face, because he had the same disease. There is really no way to talk about this disease, so the two of them coincidentally chose a medical hall with very few people.

Wang Shaoan didn't know this reason at first, but as soon as he opened the door, three came, and then more than 30 people came one after another in the morning, and slowly began to figure it out. Because the prefect made such a fuss, it spread, and then this morning, these people who were sick saw that although this Langzhong was young, he really had two brushes, and it was passed on in the neighborhood, and the effect came immediately.

Of course, Wang Shaoan can not only look at andrology, but can see everything, but he is the only one in this Qingshui Hall, and it is a trouble for this business to be too good, so the people in their thirties let him be busy. In the afternoon, there were still patients who came to see the disease one after another, but fortunately, Mo Niang came to help Wang Shao'an, otherwise he would have to fry the pot alone. Mo Niang can read and write, and he is responsible for helping to grab medicine and collect money in the medicine cabinet behind the counter.

"Mrs. Wang Langzhong and Zun are really talented men and women, and they envy others." A patient who didn't know Mo Niang said enviously to Wang Shaoan. Wang Shaoan turned his head to look at Mo Niang, who was seriously weighing the medicine, and smiled noncommittally.