The personal doctor of the beautiful president

"Is this Miracle Doctor Han really that powerful?" Zeng Yutao asked.

Xie Sikai said: "I won't be sloppy with you any more. The prescriptions I gave out recently were actually given by him."

Zeng Yutao's mouth was wide open, almost unable to close.

No wonder Xie Sikai has come up with so many prescriptions recently. If you say that he can still have an epiphany at this age, and then make rapid progress, it seems illogical.

Many people were discussing in private, guessing that Xie Sikai's prescription was given by others, or it was a secret recipe that was lost, but due to Xie Sikai's status, no one dared to question anything, let alone ask in front of Xie Sikai.

Xie Sikai's temper is notoriously arrogant, why bother to make himself uncomfortable?
Unexpectedly, Xie Sikai actually admitted it himself.

What was even more unexpected was that these prescriptions were obtained from Han Xingye, a young man in his twenties.

"Is he so powerful? It seems that I underestimated him." Zeng Yutao showed an incredible expression, and said, "What shocked me the most was that not only did he have so many prescriptions, but most importantly, he didn't pinch the prescriptions. In my own hands, but contributed.

What kind of spirit and character is this, so selfless. "

Xie Sikai blushed a little. He didn't tell Zeng Yutao that after Han Xingye gave Fang Zi, he would enjoy the dividends.

However, being able to contribute Fang Zi to participate in dividends is also a very selfless performance.

You must know that in the field of Chinese medicine, exclusive secret recipes are the same as martial arts cheats. Guys from different schools and factions can only use them by themselves. There are also various inheritance rules, such as passing on males and not females.

All in all, this is not a problem that money can solve, and you can't buy it no matter how much money you spend.

From a certain point of view, there is no sharing and inheritance, which is one of the reasons why Chinese medicine is gradually declining.

To put it bluntly, you are doing subtraction, while Western medicine is doing addition, one will ebb and flow, and the other will decline if you don’t decline.

But this is something that can’t be helped. Everyone can talk about the truth, but when it comes to actual interests, it hurts feelings.

If it were you, holding an exclusive secret recipe in your hand, can you share it?

It has to be said that Miracle Doctor Han is still very organized.

"So, the genius doctor Han must be able to cure me?" Zeng Yutao doubted.

Xie Sikai said: "I can't give you a guarantee, I can only say that there is a good chance of a cure. Even if the cure is not good, he will explain it clearly to you, and won't let you just wait for three to five years like this. .”

"Oh, then invite him back quickly." Zeng Yutao said in a hurry.

The old chief shook his head lightly: "He has a soft temper on the outside and a tough on the inside. You still want to invite him over now? It must be useless. The only way is to come to the door in person, maybe There's still a chance."

"Isn't it? Is his airs so big?" Zeng Yutao felt incredible.

He has come into contact with many imperial physicians, many of whom are usually very airy, but the so-called airy is to see people order food, and no one has ever put on airs in front of him.

"To be fair, it's not because he's putting on airs, but because you made a mistake first. Maybe in your opinion, doctors, chefs, drivers, etc. are similar in professions, and they are the service staff around you, but they are actually different.

It is very easy for you to change a chef or a driver, but for some diseases, only this doctor can be cured, and he is indispensable, so you cannot look at him from the perspective of service personnel. "

The old chief's words caused waves in Zeng Yutao's heart.

He was born with a golden key in his mouth, and his life has been smooth and smooth. He has long been used to looking at people with a superior attitude, and takes it for granted.

The people around him have always surrounded him like stars and moons, and no one has ever been able to say no to him.

In the long run, how could he treat other people with an equal attitude.

Even if they appear approachable from time to time, they are actually condescending, just like the boss is polite to ordinary people and shakes hands with a smile.

"Mr. Song, you taught me a lesson. I'll chase him right away." Zeng Yutao jumped off the hospital bed and ran out quickly.

Han Xingye and Han Lingyin had just walked out of the gate at this moment, and Han Lingyin was still pouted, looking unhappy.

She couldn't help complaining: "Why don't people outside trust people? If it's in Hanjia Village, whoever I want to treat is not as happy as picking up money."

"The outside world you're thinking about is not as simple as you imagined. Trust between people is rare, and mutual suspicion is the norm." Han Xingye said: "Most people only believe in authority, not newcomers. Especially when you haven't proven yourself yet."

"If you don't give me a chance to try, how can I prove myself?"

"That's the problem, it's a vicious circle."

This is the dilemma faced by most young doctors today.

Patients only trust experts. If they have the conditions, they are definitely not willing to be guinea pigs, let young doctors take care of them, and properly register as experts.

However, experienced experts also come from young doctors. If they have not been given opportunities, how will they grow up?

The result of this phenomenon is that the polarization is serious, there is a lack of talent, and there is even the danger of talent shortage.

Han Lingyin was obviously not in a good mood, but there was still one thing that made her feel relieved.

"Fortunately, brother Xingye believes in my medical skills."

"I don't believe in your medical skills, I believe in your ointment."

Medical skills and ointments are still different. Medical skills can only be made by oneself, but ointments may be made by others.

Han Xingye believes that with the accumulation of generations of the Han family, it is still very easy to make an ointment to detoxify this snake.

Han Lingyin said: "Brother Xingye, you look down on people. I made the ointment myself, but it works. If you don't believe me, try it."

Listen to this, isn't it funny?

How can I try, is it possible that I still want to be bitten by a snake on purpose?
But if this medicine is made by the little girl herself, the efficacy and safety of the medicine cannot be guaranteed.

Han Lingyin continued: "Brother Xingye, their distrust of me has made you helpless.

In fact, I can't blame you for this. Without my ointment to suit the case, it would be difficult for you to come up with other methods. "

No way, how did you come up with this idea, do you think I borrowed the slope to get off the donkey because I had no other choice?

"Miraculous doctor Han, please stop." Zeng Yutao ran out of the house, without even wearing shoes in a hurry.

This time it's a bit like a corporal.