Could it be that all the people who come to seek medical treatment today are mentally ill?

The famous doctor Li Wu sincerely speculated.

Thinking of the concern of the people behind him, Li Wuzhen made up his mind - never discriminate against mentally ill people.

That's right! Be sure to show your compassionate and compassionate demeanor in front of the leaders!

Thinking of this, Li Wuzhen squeezed out the warmest and warmest smile he could squeeze out, and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I, Li Wuzhen, have come out to see a doctor for everyone, and everyone who wants to see a doctor can come and line up!"

As if they hadn't heard, the crowd was still fighting for the man in flip-flops like a long-lost biological flesh and blood, pulling his sleeves, taking off his pants, pulling his ears, and pulling his hair......

Lee Wu-jin: "......"

The scene became very strange.

The legendary famous doctor Li Wuzhen stood next to him, while a group of patients who came from afar disdained him, and instead surrounded a man in flip-flops hysterically and competed endlessly.

Are these patients mistaken for someone?

The famous doctor Li Wuzhen had such a strange thought in his mind, and he suddenly felt a little trance-like, feeling that he was in a corner forgotten by the world.

The wealthy businessman Zheng Hong couldn't stand it anymore, walked up to the patients, and shouted for Li Wuzhen: "The Doctor Li you are looking for is out!"

"Divine Doctor Li?"

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that everyone had finally discovered himself, Li Wuzhen felt a kind of pride as a famous doctor, he smiled, nodded slowly and reservedly, and spoke.

"It's down there. ”

"We don't want Doctor Li! We want Doctor Ma!"

I don't know whose voice it is.

With a "boom", the crowd began to compete for Ma Xiaozhen again.

Nani?

The corners of Li Wuzhen's mouth twitched, as if he had been slapped in public.

Horse Doctor?

What the hell is the horse doctor?

Wuzhentang only has my Divine Doctor Li, how can there be any horse divine doctor!

Li Wuzhen was furious, and his eyes turned to his chief disciple, Wang Fatzi, who was standing aside.

Wang Fatzi was still intoxicated with the joy of losing weight, and was cut by Li Wuzhen's questioning eyes, and he didn't realize the cold killing intent in the master's eyes at all, but ran forward and said to Li Wuzhen happily:

"Master, let me introduce you to the old man. ”

He waved his hand to Ma Xiaozhen respectfully: "This is the horse divine doctor!"

"Horse, god, doctor?"

Li Wuzhen almost didn't get angry, he treated Gu Nianzhi for the first time today, and originally intended to create a compassionate and compassionate demeanor of a famous doctor in front of Gu Nianzhi, but unexpectedly, first the sycophants slapped the horse's legs, and then a group of mentally ill people appeared out of nowhere, and surrounded a man who looked like an unemployed vagrant, but instead left his famous doctor who was like a fake and ignored it, and even his chief disciple looked like a brainwashed brainchild......

The demeanor of his own doctor has simply fallen into the Mariano trench!

No, this mental illness is obviously not contagious, is it?

Li Wuzhen suddenly felt a stirring in his heart, could it be that a competitor sent someone to make trouble and kick the field?

Since ancient times, peers have been enemies, and Li Wuzhen has practiced medicine for many years, so he naturally has formed a bond with several peers.

Thinking of this, Li Wu's heart sank, his eyes suddenly fell in front of Ma Xiaozhen, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Me?"

Ma Xiaozhen separated the crowd, walked up to Li Wuzhen, suddenly chuckled, and said lazily:

"Grandson, I'm your grandfather!"

He had just embodied the Fuxi Nine Needles made by Li Wuzhen's grandfather Li Dongming in the back hall of Wuzhen Hall, and he had obtained Li Dongming's lifelong medical skills, and he was even more infected by Li Dongming's medical spirit of compassion and compassion for the living people, and he deeply felt disgusted by Li Wuzhen's behavior of clinging to the powerful but turning away patients who came to seek medical treatment.

Ma Xiaozhen made up his mind to take action for Li Dongming and teach Li Wuzhen, a grandchild, a lesson, so he spoke wildly and directly claimed to be his grandfather.

Sure enough, when Li Wuzhen heard this, he immediately exploded his lungs, and he couldn't care about the demeanor of a famous doctor anymore, his face was blue, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I am a century-old Chinese medicine family in Wuzhentang, you dare to insult me!?"

"Insulting you?"

Ma Xiaozhen smiled faintly and said loudly: "Your grandfather Li Dongming, single-handedly made the new Fuxi Nine Needles, created the Nine Needles of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and has been hanging pots to help the world for decades, and there are countless living people, which can be called the holy hands of everyone in the medical Tao. ”

He snorted coldly and continued: "What is even more admirable is that no matter whether it is windy or rainy, whether he is rich or poor, as long as the patient needs it, he will go to the clinic and treat him. And you, as a descendant of Li Dongming, turned away patients who came to seek medical treatment, and I called you grandson, is it still wrong?"

"You!

Li Wuzhen was furious, his face was flushed, and he almost wanted to drip blood. But Ma Xiaozhen held on to the righteousness of the medical Tao and could not allow him to refute. He "you, you, you" for a long time, and there was nothing "you" said.

Ma Xiaozhen glanced at him, looked at him like an ant, and said slowly:

"I'll tell you the truth, my medical skills came from a dream. That day I dreamed of your grandfather Li Dongming, he told me that his grandson was not a good man, so he had to teach me a body of medical skills, and entrusted me to help him discipline and discipline this unsuccessful grandson, if you want me to treat you as a grandson, don't be polite to him. ”

As soon as he exported this goods, the onlookers immediately talked about it, and it was like this.

"Good!

Li Wuzhen didn't laugh angrily, he had already decided that Ma Xiaozhen was sent by a competitor, and he intended to show his appearance in front of Gu Nianzhi, so he made up a nonsense story about his grandfather's dream of teaching medical skills.

He had a certain idea, and immediately forcibly suppressed his anger, and sneered:

"The theory of ghosts and gods is ethereal after all. Since you claim to have obtained the true inheritance of my grandfather's medical skills, why don't you see the real chapter under your hands and learn medical skills from me? If you can beat me, why don't you call me grandpa?"

Li Wuzhen is full of confidence, although he does not have the medical skills of his ancestor Li Dongming, but after all, he has inherited a lot, and in recent years, he has diagnosed and treated people, except for a few incurable diseases, which are often cured by medicine.

In addition, traditional Chinese medicine is empirical medicine, which pays attention to living and learning, and it is difficult to achieve great success without decades of precipitation and accumulation. As far as the pulse is concerned, there are more than 20 kinds of pulses, such as floating pulse, sinking pulse, late pulse, several pulse, virtual pulse, solid pulse, slippery pulse, flood pulse, thin pulse, string pulse, etc., which are extremely difficult to distinguish.

He looked at Ma Xiaozhen's early twenties, even if he started to feel the pulses as an apprentice from his mother's womb, he was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish these pulses, and it would be even more fantastic to prescribe medicine. Therefore, he was full of confidence, and he never thought that he would lose.

If you lose, it's impossible to lose!

Li Wu was really full of confidence, and his words were majestic, but unexpectedly, his chief disciple Wang Fatzi heard it as if he was facing a great enemy, so he hurried up and quietly pulled Li Wuzhen's hand.

"I can't help it, Master!"

"Can't do it?"

Looking at Wang Fatzi's nervous expression, Li Wu's heart suddenly tightened.

Could it be that this kid in flip-flops really has a doorway?

"Yes, I can't do it. ”

Wang Fatzi nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "The disciple lost the bet with him just now, and he already called him father." Master, if you call him Grandpa again, this ...... Isn't this my son? This generation is in chaos, and I can't help it......."

"Poof—"

Li Wuzhen spurted out a mouthful of old blood.