President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

"I have been drinking traditional Chinese medicine with you for more than a month, and I have spent a lot of money. Why do I still have a headache? If you don't completely cure my headache today, I will smash your shop!" Mr. Zhang With a cold face, he said in a deep voice.

Meeting Mr. Zhang's indifferent eyes, the owner of the pharmacy trembled all over, and hurriedly said carefully: "Mr. Zhang, your headache is caused by a serious brain injury before. Congestion continued to compress the nerve.

This is an old injury, and it cannot be cured just by talking about it, it needs to be recuperated slowly.As long as you insist on taking the traditional Chinese medicine I prescribed for you, it will definitely be cured. "

Mr. Zhang frowned thickly at the words of the pharmacy owner, but after thinking about it, it seemed very reasonable.

His old headache was indeed, as the pharmacy owner said, the sequelae of his previous brain injury.

However, he didn't let go, instead he scolded sternly: "I'm the first to say something ugly, if my illness is not cured, then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I said it can be cured, it will be cured! Just wait a moment, I will get you the medicine."

The pharmacy owner walked to the counter and started to grab the medicine after talking with a smile.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Lin Yifan's heart moved, and he kept staring at the pharmacy owner, only to find that there was nothing wrong with the medicines the other party took. They were all ordinary headache-relief medicines, and no fake medicines were put in.

Is this pharmacy owner only selling fake medicines to people who seem to be bullies?
Lin Yifan murmured in his heart.

"Mr. Zhang, wait a moment. There are some medicines here. I'll go to the back and get them for you!"

At this time, the owner of the pharmacy greeted Mr. Zhang, and then walked inside with a few medicine bags.

When he came out again, all the medicine bags in his hand had been sealed, and he handed them to Mr. Zhang with a flattering expression.

Mr. Zhang winked at a younger brother behind him, who took the medicine, left two bundles of money and walked outside.

Lin Yifan was basically sure now that the pharmacy owner had just arrived to get fake medicines.

Otherwise, based on the medicines he just saw, it would be worth a few hundred yuan, how could it be worth so much.

Moreover, the pharmacy owner can even make fakes of rare medicines like keel flowers, and the ones sold to Mr. Zhang must be rare and precious. Even if Mr. Zhang takes it to a general hospital for appraisal, he may not be able to identify it.

It's fine if Lin Yifan doesn't encounter this kind of thing, but if it happens, he won't ignore it.

"Wait, can I see the medicine you take?"

At this time, Lin Yifan suddenly stood up and asked Mr. Zhang calmly.

Ok?
Mr. Zhang froze for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Who are you? A doctor?"

Lin Yifan nodded, but before he could speak, the pharmacy owner jumped out, "Mr. Zhang, this kid is here to buy medicine, not a doctor, otherwise why would he come to me to get medicine."

The guilty pharmacy owner was afraid that Lin Yifan would say that he was selling counterfeit medicines, so he hurriedly waved his hands to his subordinates: "Damn it, throw this kid out for me."

The four strong men surrounding Lin Yifan sneered and raised their hands to grab him.

Mr. Zhang, who was frowning tightly, stood up at this moment, "Wait!"

Who would dare not listen to Mr. Zhang speaking?

The four strong men surrounding Lin Yifan hesitated for a while, and finally retreated.

"Since you are a doctor, you can help me see if there is any problem with these medicines."

After drinking for so long, his old problems have not improved in the slightest, and Mr. Zhang also has some doubts about whether there is something wrong with the medicine prescribed by the pharmacy owner.

Let Lin Yifan take a look for himself. Mr. Zhang also wanted to go to the doctor in a hurry. In fact, he didn't trust Lin Yifan very much in his heart.

It can only be blamed that Lin Yifan looks too young, and he doesn't look like a person with high medical skills.

I glanced at the medicine delivered by Mr. Zhang's younger brother. Sure enough, there were several precious fake medicines. If this could cure Mr. Zhang's headache, it would be a miracle.

"Mr. Zhang, if you really want to take care of your illness, I advise you to find another place for treatment." Lin Yifan looked at Mr. Zhang who was staring at him, shook his head and smiled wryly.

Mr. Zhang was taken aback, and then asked with a cold face: "What do you mean? There is something wrong with this medicine?"

The pharmacy owner couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped out again, "Mr. Zhang, the medicine I prescribed to you is absolutely fine. This kid is clearly trying to lie to you."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly urged his subordinates, "This kid even dares to lie to Mr. Zhang. Take him out and teach him how to behave."

Lin Yifan glanced at the distraught pharmacy owner, looked at Mr. Zhang and said, "If a black shop selling counterfeit medicines can cure your illness, that would be a miracle."

Counterfeit medicine?Black shop?
These words stopped in Mr. Zhang's ears, making the hideous scar on his face tremble. This was a sign that Mr. Zhang was angry.

"Boy, why don't you talk nonsense here. What evidence do you have to prove that my medicine is fake? If you can't produce evidence, be careful that I will kill you!"

The pharmacy owner, who became angry from embarrassment, pointed to Lin Yifan and said that the fake medicine he prescribed to Mr. Zhang did not exist on the market at all. Since there was no real medicine, it could not prove that what he was selling was fake medicine.

"Yes, do you have any evidence to prove that these are fake medicines?" Mr. Zhang also asked.

"I have no evidence." Lin Yifan confessed.

The owner of the pharmacy was overjoyed, and said flatteringly: "Mr. Zhang, you heard it, this kid is talking nonsense at all, you can just take the medicine I prescribed for you, and I promise to cure your illness."

Mr. Zhang gave Lin Yifan a hard look, and then prepared to leave.

"Wait! If I can recover your illness on the spot, will it prove that what I said is true?" Lin Yifan said.

Hearing this, Mr. Zhang's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Boy, are you not afraid of flashing your tongue when you talk big?

I went to countless hospitals, and they all said that surgery is needed to cure my disease, and the risk factor of surgery is very high, so I chose Chinese medicine for treatment. Are you better than those experts? "

Mr. Zhang, who was dubious about Lin Yifan's words, directly regarded Lin Yifan as a liar, a boy with no hair, even if he was a doctor, he was at most a handyman.

"Mr. Zhang, you'll know if you try it." Lin Yifan smiled confidently.

"Mr. Zhang, why don't you let him try it? With so many brothers here, if he can't be healed on the spot, can he run away?" One of Mr. Zhang's subordinates leaned in front of him at this time, and suggested in a low voice. .

Mr. Zhang, who was troubled by the old headache and couldn't sleep or eat, felt very reasonable when he heard the suggestion from his subordinates.If this kid really dared to lie to himself, he would be blamed for being rude.

Mr. Zhang looked at the confident Lin Yifan, and said in a rough voice: "If you can really cure my old problem, I will believe what you say, and money is not a problem. But if you dare to lie to me, I will Make you regret coming to this world."

Hearing that Mr. Zhang really wanted Lin Yifan to treat him, the pharmacist felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly persuaded him, "Mr. Zhang, don't make fun of your own life."

"I don't need you to teach Mr. Zhang what to do. I'm just talking about knocking out all your teeth." Mr. Zhang's subordinates snorted coldly and glared at the pharmacy owner fiercely, scaring the pharmacy owner so much that he didn't dare to speak again.

But thinking that Lin Yifan couldn't cure Mr. Zhang's illness, he would end up miserable, which made the pharmacy owner look at Lin Yifan with complacency.

He didn't believe that Lin Yifan could cure Mr. Zhang's illness at all!With the intention of watching a good show, the pharmacy owner deliberately asked Lin Yifan: "Boy, how are you going to treat Mr. Zhang's illness?"

"Acupuncture!" Lin Yifan said, taking out the silver needle box he carried with him from his bosom.

"Mr. Zhang, this process may be a little painful, you have to bear with it." Lin Yifan motioned Mr. Zhang to sit on the chair, and said softly.

"Just treat me, I can bear a little pain and itching." Mr. Zhang sat on the chair and said carelessly.

Tang Qian, who was a little pale, stared at Lin Yifan closely. He really wanted to persuade Lin Yifan not to step into this muddy water, but it was too late to say anything at this time. She could only pray for Lin Yifan, hoping for a miracle.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his state to the best, Lin Yifan brushed the silver needle box with his right hand, as if being attracted by a magnet, the silver needle automatically flew to his hand.

Tang Qian and the owner of the pharmacy who saw it with one hand opened their mouths.Regardless of whether Lin Yifan can make Mr. Zhang's illness take effect on the spot, with this action alone, he has the capital to go out and pretend to be aggressive.

When Lin Yifan took the silver needle, Lin Yifan seemed to be a different person, with a solemn expression. With a tremor of his palm, the silver needle seemed to have eyes, and pierced into the acupuncture point on the top of Mr. Zhang's head.

"I'll go! This kid is really talented." Seeing the silver needle piercing the acupuncture point on the top of Mr. Zhang, the pharmacy owner muttered in a low voice.

The brain is the most sensitive and mysterious organ of human beings. Few people dare to do acupuncture on the head.Not only did Lin Yifan do it, but he also acted calmly. Even the pharmacy owner had to admire his courage.

In the next scene, Tang Qian and the others finally understood where Lin Yifan had the confidence to say that Mr. Zhang's illness was cured on the spot.

After the first silver needle pierced the acupuncture point on the top of Mr. Zhang's head, his hands moved at the same time.The hands that were about to bring up an afterimage seemed to have infinite magic power, attracting the attention of everyone in the pharmacy.

The pharmacy suddenly fell into silence, only the heavy breathing of the crowd, and the slight friction sound of the silver needles piercing the acupoints.

Lin Yifan was so fast that he brought up the hands that were left behind, like flowing clouds, and the whole movement was done in one go!
Where is this healing?
It is more like an art performance to use acupuncture and moxibustion to make people intoxicated.

Tang Qian's eyes looking at Lin Yifan became brighter and brighter, which made her breathe faster.

The pharmacy owner rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then pinched his face a few times, the pain from his face made him sure that he was not dreaming at this time.

Mr. Zhang's gang opened their mouths wide enough to hold a duck egg, but they didn't make a sound, and even their breathing became cautious, for fear that their slight movements would affect the intoxicating sight in front of them. The Art of Acupuncture.

Although Mr. Zhang, the person involved, couldn't see the action of Lin Yifan giving himself the needle, he got the reaction from everyone and the comfort from above his head, which made his hands grabbing the armrest of the seat tremble uncontrollably.

He hadn't felt so refreshed since the last head injury.

"call……"

The last silver needle pierced the acupoint on the top of Mr. Zhang's head. Lin Yifan, who had a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead, let out a long breath, and his serious expression relaxed.

Taking a deep breath, he waved his hands again. The hands brushed by the end of the needle made a slight trembling sound. With the rapid floating of his hands, the surprise on Mr. Zhang's face turned into pain.

It was as if hundreds of millions of ants were gnawing at his brain at the same time. The sudden pain made the armrest of the chair grasped by Mr. Zhang make a slight clicking sound.

At this moment, he finally understood what Lin Yifan said about the pain, what it felt like.

Why is this a little painful?

It was clearly a terribly painful pain, even if he was hacked all over his body back then, it didn't make him want to hit the wall like the pain it is now.