"Xu Yishen, what kind of disease does my father have?" walked to the door of the pharmacy, Li Junjie asked in a low voice.

"Heart disease" Xu Dashan replied simply, "Actually, there was nothing wrong with the previous examinations, and there was nothing wrong with your father's health." It's just that after reading the online report, I accidentally had diarrhea, and I scared myself, thinking that I had parasitic disease. As the days go by, I feel sick and worried, so I don't feel well. ”

Li Junjie asked curiously: "What is the black line that my father spit out before?"

"Hehe, that's just me using a silver needle to stimulate the acupoints and let his internal organs expel the filth. Xu Dashan explained with a smile.

From the moment he came into contact with the patient, he thought of such a treatment. Heart disease must be treated with heart medicine, since Old Man Li is stubborn there, he thinks that he has parasitic disease, and no one will say that it will work.

Why don't you follow his wishes and get rid of your heart disease.

After listening, Li Junjie suddenly realized, and praised again and again: "Doctor Xu is really powerful, in just ten minutes, my father was completely sick." That...... Is this medicine still caught?"

"Of course you have to arrest it, otherwise the old man should be suspicious when he sees you go back empty-handed...... Just now, when he was good at the pulse, he found that his spleen and stomach were weak, so he prescribed some herbs to awaken the spleen and strengthen the stomach. After Xu Dashan finished speaking, he earnestly advised: "But the truth about parasites, don't tell your father, otherwise he should be cranky again." ”

"Understood," Li Junjie nodded hurriedly.

By the time they returned, Father Li no longer needed to be supported, striding around the backyard.

Seeing Xu Dashan, he shouted excitedly: "Xu Yishen, you are too powerful, a few silver needles will be pricked, and my parasitic disease will be cured." Now my whole body is comfortable and full of strength. ”

Li Junjie held back a smile and didn't dare to tell his father the truth.

Niu Qinglin saw the herbs that he had grasped, and then he understood. After sending the patient away, he praised: "Mr. Xu, your whimsical treatment methods today have benefited the old man a lot. ”

"Old man Niu praised it falsely, he has a heart disease, and I just thought of a crooked idea. ”

"This is not a crooked idea, but a golden idea" Niu Qinglin shook his head, disagreeing with the other party's words. In fact, Old Man Li's illness is very simple, it is nothing more than a heart disease. Heart disease still requires a heart doctor, but he has no clue how to treat it, and is even ready to recommend the other party to see a psychiatrist.

As a result, Xu Dashan completely got rid of his heart disease with a few simple injections.

The matter is worthless, and I am afraid that only by accurately grasping the patient can we come up with such a method.

"Master, what kind of dumb riddle are you playing...... Doesn't the patient have parasites?" asked an apprentice.

The others around him pricked up their ears.

Until now, they hadn't figured out what was going on.

Niu Qinglin explained to a few apprentices in detail, and it was regarded as a class.

"I see"

Everyone showed expressions of sudden realization, and then they were full of admiration for Xu Dashan.

Xiang Fei's eyes were also full of color, and she felt that her boyfriend's image was extraordinarily tall. Turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, it seems that any difficulty can be easily solved by him.

Niu Qinglin naturally would not let Xu Dashan leave easily, and asked someone to set up a table and ask Xu Dashan to see a patient outside the door.

At noon, Xiang Fei and the two had dinner at the civilian clinic, and during the banquet, Old Man Niu took the opportunity to tell the problems he had encountered in his recent medical practice, and Xu Dashan answered them one by one.

Regarding asking Mr. Xu for advice, Niu Qinglin did it very calmly and did not feel embarrassed at all.

There is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher.

It is precisely with this attitude that his medical skills have increased by leaps and bounds in the past six months.

After eating, Xu Dashan handed Old Man Niu a set of acupuncture techniques, as well as a simple qi training technique, and then left with Xiang Fei to discuss what birthday gift to buy for Grandpa Xiang.

"My grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, why don't we go to the antique market and buy a new one, maybe we can pick up the leak," Xiang Fei thought about it and suggested.

"Pick up the leak, do you know antiques?" asked Xu Dashan with a smile.

"I don't understand, but I'm relieved to have you" Xiang Fei leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder and replied confidently.

"Okay, I'll show you a hand today," Xu Dashan nodded.

Although I don't know antiques, I have a perspective eye, and the probability of missing is quite high.

A few minutes later, they were already in the antiques market.

Xu Dashan lifted his perspective eyes, and the aura emanating from the surrounding antiques was in full view, and then he frowned slightly.

Dead and unlucky...... Some genuine bronze objects and ceramics, most of which exude a similar atmosphere. Apparently these antiques were dug up from the ground.

If this kind of thing is bought and played with, there is a high probability that you will get sick after a long period of contact.

If you buy a dark weapon with an evil aura, it will even bring disaster to the family. Zhao Xiaolin is the most obvious example, he bought a sword in the antique market, but his son was injured by the fierce aura inside the sword and almost died.

Of course, 90 percent of the utensils in the antique shop have no breath, which is obviously a fake.

Along the way, Xu Dashan only saw a few calligraphy and paintings exuding a thin green aura, all of which were genuine masterpieces. As for the price, it's also amazing.

"Dashan, forget it, let's go to the backstreets to have a look," After taking a turn in the antique city, Xiang Fei completely dispelled his thoughts. No matter what the antiques here, any one of them is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and she can't afford it at all.

In the backstreets of the antique city, there are also many vendors who set up stalls.

The things here are good and cheap, but Xu Dashan scanned four or five stalls one after another, and he didn't even find a genuine product, but the prices were very cheap.

He saw with his own eyes that an old man recognized three hundred yuan and bought a pair of Tang Sancai.

"Uncle, is this thing real?" asked a man with glasses next to him.

"I want to buy cultural relics for 300 yuan, dream, I bought it home as a handicraft. The old man replied with a smile.

Only then did Xu Dashan understand that the customers who came here emotionally knew in their hearts that there could be no good goods on the stalls, and what people bought was handicrafts.

After walking half the street and finding nothing, just when Xu Dashan was about to give up, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked quickly towards the stall across the road.

This stall is mainly engaged in calligraphy and painting, and the stall owner is a middle-aged fat man, about forty years old, holding this Internet in his hand at the moment, and reading it with relish.

When he saw someone coming, he didn't raise his head and said: "Look at it"

"How much does this painting cost?" Xu Dashan unfolded casually. The picture is a basket of longevity peaches, which means auspiciousness and is just used to receive gifts. What's more, Xu Dashan sensed the existence of Qingqi above.

"Oh, this painting is two thousand dollars, if you like it, one thousand hundred thousand dollars," replied the stall owner, glancing at it. This painting was collected by him from the countryside for 300 yuan some time ago, and he specially asked someone to appraise it, and it was copied by an unknown painter.

"Really...... Do you regret buying it for me?" Xu Dashan asked rhetorically.

"What's there to regret about this," the stall owner smiled, "You can inquire, how many years have I been on this street, and when have I ever regretted the things I sold?"

His tone was a little sarcastic, this kind of person has seen a lot of himself, and knowing a little about a three-legged cat is like learning to pick up leaks.

(End of chapter)