God-level treasure digging system

After class that day, Zhang Wei saw that his physical strength had not recovered, and his treasure-digging business could not continue for the time being, so he thought about taking the time to go to the Provincial People's Hospital.

Just a few days ago, the exchange conference ended, and many doctors in the hospital started to write academic reports in this regard.

Of course, the main topic of these reports still revolves around Zhang Bi's demonstration of Peiyuan Dan, which can rejuvenate life again.

Zhang Wei has not handed over the specific production plan and process of Peiyuan Pill, but only promised those giants that he will issue a plan that satisfies everyone within a month.

The taxi took Zhang Wei from the school gate to the Provincial People's Hospital, but when Zhang Wei just opened the door and got off, a red BMW drove into the hospital without slowing down.

Because there was only a heavy rain in the morning, there was still some puddles on the road, and the wheels drove quickly over the puddles, splashing dirty water, and passers-by dodged one after another, but there were still some people who dodged and were not in a hurry to be splashed on their bodies.

Zhang Wei frowned slightly, just now he was driving the door to get out of the car, if it were an ordinary person, even if he wanted to hide, he would not be able to dodge at all, and it happened to be him who avoided being splashed.

For this kind of driving, especially on rainy days, Zhang Wei is extremely disgusted by cars that don't know how to watch pedestrians slow down. He always feels that the driver is in a hurry to go home for the funeral. Bottom speed?
Not far away, the car stopped in the parking lot in front of the outpatient building.

Two well-dressed women got out of the car, one of them was taller, with wavy burgundy hair, and her lips should be painted with Givenchy No. 4, while the other looked a little puffy and her complexion was not very good .

Seeing that it was two women, Zhang Wei didn't bother to argue with them, shook his head and walked towards the outpatient room.

The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is on the sixth floor. When Zhang Wei was standing in the elevator, he saw a middle-aged man with handicapped legs walking towards the elevator in a hurry while waving his hand to the elevator for him to wait while leaning on a cane.

Because he was walking in a hurry and his legs and feet were inconvenient, when he was about to reach the elevator, the crutch in the middle-aged uncle's hand slipped accidentally, and he fell to the ground at an angle.

Just when the people in the elevator saw this astonishing scene but couldn't react physically, Zhang Wei had already jumped out of the elevator, reached out his hand, and supported the middle-aged uncle.

"Thank you young man, thank you."

Seeing that someone helped him, the middle-aged uncle hurriedly thanked him.

"You're welcome, but uncle, your legs and feet are inconvenient, so don't worry." Zhang Wei smiled as he helped him walk towards the elevator.

"Yes, you are right, I will definitely pay attention next time." The middle-aged uncle expressed gratitude.

While talking, the two had already arrived at the elevator entrance, and Zhang Wei was about to help the middle-aged uncle step into the elevator.

Suddenly there was a strong smell of perfume coming from behind, and then I saw the woman who was looking at the BMW before holding the arm of the slightly puffy woman and squeezed into the elevator ahead of them.

Zhang Wei couldn't help frowning slightly, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help asking.

"Hey, what are you grabbing for? Can't you see that this uncle has trouble with his legs and feet?"

"Who snatched it? Who snatched it? It's obvious that you are walking slowly, and you blame us."

Seeing Zhang Wei yelling at him, the woman wearing Givenchy lipstick immediately frowned and retorted.

Seeing that the woman was so unreasonable, Zhang Wei felt a little angry, and when he was about to question a few more words, the middle-aged uncle was obviously a person who didn't want to cause trouble, so he hurriedly pulled Zhang Wei and said.

"Young man, forget it, forget it, just squeeze."

As he said that, the middle-aged uncle squeezed in first, and Zhang Wei didn't like arguing with such a savage woman, besides, it was a hospital, so he had to give up and follow in.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped in, the elevator sounded an overload alarm.

When the middle-aged man saw the overload warning sound from the elevator, he leaned on a cane and walked outside, disobeying Zhang as he walked.

"Young man, thank you, I'll sit down for a while."

Seeing this, Zhang Wei couldn't help but glared angrily at the man wearing Givenchy lipstick, and then also exited the elevator.

But the woman snorted coldly, turned her head in disdain, and the elevator door slowly closed at this moment.

The middle-aged uncle saw that Zhang Bi got off the elevator, he felt a little sorry, said.

"Young man, you are..."

"It's okay, I just feel uncomfortable when I see this kind of person. What's wrong with your leg, uncle? Was it caused by a stroke?" Zhang Wei asked.

"Yes, I had a stroke half a year ago. Although the rescue was timely, it still left some sequelae of hemiplegia. It is said that in a situation like mine, the sequelae are difficult to recover after half a year. But I heard that the Chinese medicine department here is very popular recently. , it’s all on TV, so come and try your luck.”

The middle-aged uncle smiled wryly.

"Uncle, don't be discouraged. China's traditional medical theory is different from Western medicine, and the treatment methods are also different. So Western medicine can't treat it, but it doesn't mean that Chinese medicine can't."

"The main thing is to maintain a good attitude, and pay attention to self-cultivation, so that even if you are sick, you will gradually get better."

"And I think your stroke sequelae are not very serious. With some traditional methods of traditional Chinese medicine such as acupuncture, massage, massage and other persistent treatment, you should still be able to recover. Of course, your actions must not be compared with before." Zhang Bi said.

Hearing the words, the middle-aged uncle couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Wei in surprise, and said.

"Young man, you don't study medicine, do you?"

"Hehe, uncle, I am a doctor of Chinese medicine. It will be your turn later, and I will help you take a good look." Zhang Bi smiled.

"Ah, you're already a doctor at such a young age? No wonder you said it clearly. Thank you very much, young man. Uncle can see that you are a good person and a good doctor."

"But you also know that Uncle's illness is a problem in the world. You don't have to worry about it. I heard that Director Yuan here is very skilled in medicine. I'll let him have a look. If he says there's no other way, then forget it."

The middle-aged uncle first looked at Zhang Wei in disbelief, then held Zhang Wei's hand tightly, and said gratefully.

Except for Zhang Wei's high-profile appearance in the Chinese medicine department on the first day, Zhang Wei has been relatively low-key since then, basically hiding behind to make suggestions, so although the Chinese medicine department of the Provincial People's Hospital has gained fame recently, Zhang Wei, a true genius doctor But it is still unknown.

On the contrary, Yuan Qingming, an old Chinese doctor, became famous, and many people came here admiringly.

Of course, apart from Yuan Qingming becoming famous with the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine because of Zhang Wei's guidance and curing many diseases, which made Yuan Qingming the head of the department rise, another very important reason is that Yuan Qingming's own medical skills are also in this period. The time has improved rapidly, and the number of intractable diseases cured by him has increased a lot recently.

Therefore, it is impossible for the middle-aged uncle to think that the young man in front of him is the real genius doctor, and even Yuan Qingming can be said to be Zhang Wei's student.

"There will be a way." Zhang Wei smiled and comforted, but did not specifically explain.

At this time, the elevator arrived again, and Zhang Wei helped the middle-aged uncle into the elevator together.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. In the waiting room in front of the outpatient department of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the author had many times more patients and family members than before. From time to time, some people stared at the call numbers displayed on the screen.

When Zhang Wei followed the middle-aged uncle out of the elevator, he saw the two well-dressed women, accompanied by a doctor, walking towards the consultation room of the outpatient department of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Uncle, I'm going to work first. You wait in the waiting room first, and then go to the outpatient room when your number is called." Zhang Wei glanced at the two women, and then said to the middle-aged uncle with a smile.

"Thank you, young man, it's getting late, go get busy, or the leader will be angry." The middle-aged uncle said hurriedly.

Zhang Bi checked the time and found that it was past two o'clock, and it was really not early.

If it were a doctor who had just seen work not long ago, he would definitely be scolded by the head of the department.

However, he is a visiting doctor, and all the doctors in the Chinese medicine department are his students. They are too late to be happy when he comes, so who dares to scold him?
"Then I'll go first, you can relax and take your time." Zhang Wei said with a smile, and then turned around and strode towards the Chinese medicine department.

Looking at the back of Zhang Wei who turned and left, the middle-aged uncle shook his head with emotion, and whispered to himself.

"If all doctors can have the same attitude as this young man, even if they spend a little more money, they will feel at ease."

Originally, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was very small, and it just so happened that Zhang Wei had a small battle with Statham in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine some time ago. Dean Lu took advantage of the opportunity to expand the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and even set up a special front desk. There are dedicated nurses there to do some service work such as consultation and guidance.

Generally, patients who are called to the outpatient room need to be confirmed by the front desk nurse first, so as to avoid patients who are impatient or want to jump in the queue.

Pushing open the door of the outpatient room, besides director Yuan Qingming, a patient and his family members, the two women who had a little conflict with Zhang Bi before, and the doctor who brought them in.

When Zhang Wei pushed the door open and entered, director Yuan Qingming had already helped the patient to heal his illness, and was immersed in prescribing prescriptions for the patient at this time, so he didn't notice him coming in.

And those two women obviously had some opinions on Yuan Qingming's failure to see a doctor for them in the first time, especially the gorgeous woman with Givenchy lipstick on her mouth, watching Yuan Qingming's brush strokes on paper, her face There was an undisguised expression of impatience, as if he could not wait to step forward and grab his pen and throw it away.

When she found out that Zhang Wei came in wearing all-match clothes, both of them showed a slight look of surprise on their faces. They obviously didn't expect Zhang Wei to be a Chinese medicine doctor at such a young age.