Jing Ge didn't know where to find a gauze hat and put it on his head, covering his entire face.

Together with Bai Changle, she went to the hospital.

No one in the hospital recognized her, they only thought she was the little girl brought back by Er Shao.

The petite figure looks pitiful.

"Er Shao, Jing Gongzi didn't dare to come because she lost, right? Today is the twelfth day, if she can heal the wound on her face, she should have come a long time ago, and if she didn't come, it would prove that she lost. ”

The white-bearded old man was smug with a look of victory in sight.

"Really, do you really think you've won?"

It wasn't until Jing Ge opened his mouth to speak that the group found out that it was her who came.

The white-bearded old man had a shadow in his heart, and when he heard the sound, he was startled, protected his beard, and hid behind other old men.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, you must not have been cured, and you dare not be seen by us, so you deliberately put on a veil hat. The white-bearded old man said from behind the other old man, showing half of his face.

"Then do you want us to double the bet, and if I lose, what about this book for you?" Jing Ge glanced at the people in the medical hall through the tulle.

Then he took out a book from his bosom, shook it in front of several old men, and immediately took it back.

The old man's eyes widened the moment he saw the title of the book.

Don't dare to blink for a moment.

"It's the "Doctor's Record"!"

"How do you have this book on you?"

"Didn't the Jingshen Medical Mansion be burned down by a fire? Although the whereabouts of this book are recorded in the case book, everyone tacitly agreed that the book was burned by the fire, how did you get the book?"

"Could it be stolen?" chimed another old man.

"I think it's eighty percent fake, none of our old men here have ever seen the real "Medical Record", who knows whether the book in this kid's hand is real or fake. ”

“......”

Several old men talked about it, and everyone didn't want to believe that Jing Singer's "Record of Medical Excellence" was true.

"It's easy to tell if it's true or not, who has encountered the plague here?" Jing Ge listened to their discussion, and he was not annoyed.

He looked at them with a smile on his lips.

"I've seen it. It was a middle-aged man who rarely spoke.

He is also a doctor, but he is the youngest doctor in this hospital.

"Okay, it's up to you, I'll show you the methods of plague treatment in the book, and you can judge for yourself whether this book is true or false. ”

The confidence on Jing Ge's face made this group of old men feel bottomless, but they were afraid of being deceived, so they didn't dare to speak out.

"What, don't you even have this bit of courage?" Jing Ge mocked.

"Ayong, go take a look. "The man who spoke was an old man with a white beard.

The middle-aged man called Ah Yong, the nephew of the white-bearded old man, studied medicine with him since he was a child, and when he grew up, he took advantage of the situation to rejuvenate and became one of the doctors here.

With his permission, Ah Yong immediately stood up and bowed his hand to Jing Ge in a gesture of invitation.

Jing Ge held the book in both hands, opened a certain page, put it in front of Ah Yong, waited for him to read it for two minutes, and quickly closed it.

After Ah Yong finished reading the content, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was red with excitement and his neck was thick: "This, this ......"

Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

"Ah Yong, don't worry, take your time, and make it clear, is that book real?"

Seeing this, several old men changed their faces one after another.