village doctor

Mao Feng glanced at Dr. Li with displeasure and said, "Dr. Li, what do you mean, you don't want my father's illness to recover?"

Dr. Li smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean that, I was worried that you would be cheated, kindly remind, kindly remind."

"Mr. Wang is a man of real ability. You have seen his tricks just now. How could he lie to me! Dr. Li, if you have something to do, please go back first. I will let the accountant pay you for the consultation fee later." past."

Mao Renjiang was also very dissatisfied with this Dr. Li. This guy came here and did almost nothing except make trouble.

Dr. Li blushed, "Ahem, I'll just take a look and promise not to talk!" The reason why he wanted to stay here was to watch Wang Dachun joke, but if this guy really has some tricks, maybe he can learn a trick or two .

Wang Dachun ignored Dr. Li, and said to Mao Renjiang: "Mr. Mao, you lie flat on the sofa with your face up." Then he looked at Mao Feng, "Go and prepare a spittoon."

"it is good!"

Mao Renjiang lay flat on the sofa according to Wang Dachun's instructions. Mao Feng brought a spittoon over, and Wang Dachun asked him to pour a glass of boiled water to prepare.

Mao Feng couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Wang, how are you going to treat my dad?"

"Massage." Wang Dachun smiled mysteriously.

"Pfft!" Dr. Li couldn't hold back his laughter.

"I said this guy is a liar, you still don't believe me, I have never heard that massage can cure asthma, raise your posture! Raise your posture!"

"Shut up!" Mao's father and son glared at Dr. Li, "Don't you just keep silent!"

"Uh... don't speak, resolutely don't speak!" Dr. Li covered his mouth.

Wang Dachun pressed his palms near Mao Renjiang's bronchi, and a wave of true energy slowly entered into his bronchi along his palms.

At the same time, the golden silkworm in the body also entered Mao Renjiang's bronchi along Wang Dachun's palm.

Generally, asthma is caused by bronchospasm, allergies, immune system overreaction, and inflammation.

He has already seen that Mao Renjiang's asthma is caused by inflammation, and there is a lot of garbage in the bronchi. He just needs to clean it up and add some anti-inflammatory drugs.

As for whether it can be cured, Chinese medicine is still needed for conditioning.

Following the stimulation of Wang Dachun's true energy, Mao Renjiang coughed violently, almost non-stop.

"Hold on, cough hard, cough boldly, you'll be fine soon!" Wang Dachun encouraged while massaging with zhenqi.

Coughing itself is a protective means of the body, able to cough up bacteria and viruses.

Dr. Li started yelling again, "Stop! You should stop immediately! Chairman Mao is getting old, this is very dangerous, don't let this kid mess around anymore, there will be problems!"

Mao Feng also frowned, with a look of worry on his face. This feeling seemed to be getting worse, and he was a little uncertain, "Mr. Wang, is this really okay?"

At this moment, Mao Renjiang let out a "wow" and spit out a mouthful of black and thick phlegm, which was very smelly.

"Wash his mouth!" Wang Dachun shouted.

"Oh!" Mao Feng hurriedly fed his father water to rinse his mouth.

After rinsing his mouth, Mao Renjiang leaned on the sofa to pant.

Dr. Li was a little gloating, looked at Wang Dachun and said sarcastically: "Look, I told you not to let this kid mess around, look at Chairman Mao!"

Mao Renjiang glared at Dr. Li, "Wrong, I feel much better and feel relaxed. I've never felt so good!"

Dr. Li: "..."

"Dad, really, that's great!" Mao Feng was overjoyed and asked Wang Dachun, "Mr. Wang, what's going on? Is my dad's asthma really cured?"

Wang Dachun nodded, "Well, your dad's bronchi and lungs have accumulated a lot of phlegm that cannot be discharged, and there are many bacteria and viruses in it, and recently coupled with the stimulation of datura pollen, asthma broke out completely. "

"Now that I've got those dirty things out, it's almost healed, and I just need to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes it's that simple to treat a disease!"

Wang Dachun looked at Dr. Li with a half-smile and said, "How about it, Dr. Li, are you convinced?"

"Hmph, you're a blind cat and a dead mouse, it's just a fluke!" Although Dr. Li believed it in his heart, it was impossible for him to give in to Wang Dachun.

"Dr. Li, let's go, Feng'er, and pay him the consultation fee!" Mao Renjiang directly issued an order to evict the guest. Get a fake doctor.

"Ahem, I'm leaving now!" Dr. Li also felt that there was really no need to stay, and staying any longer would only be humiliating himself, so he had to leave in despair.

Wang Dachun prescribed a prescription on the spot, "Mr. Mao, follow this prescription to take the medicine. I wrote down the usage in detail. If you persist for a month, the disease will be cured!"

Mao Renjiang was overjoyed after receiving the prescription, "Great! Mr. Wang is really a miracle doctor, and he cured asthma that was helpless to Western medicine! By the way, you said that if other asthmatics follow this prescription, right? Can it be cured too?"

Wang Dachun shook his head, "It depends on the person. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to dialectical treatment. Even asthma can be divided into many types. You can't generalize it. You must not take medicine casually!"

This is why Wang Dachun is not afraid of the leakage of the prescription. It is useless if there is no dialectical treatment.

Mao Renjiang nodded again and again, "Oh, I understand!" He opened the drawer, took out a bank card from it, and handed it to Wang Dachun, "Here is 300 million, please accept it, Mr. Wang, as a reward for you." .”

Wang Dachun was surprised, "So much? Isn't it 200 million?"

Mao Renjiang said: "Two million yuan for medical treatment, and you also helped me solve the Feng Shui problem and find out the traitor. This is not much money."

Wang Dachun didn't pretend to put away the card either. His principle of seeing a doctor is that the poor don't charge money, and the rich don't accept money if they insist. Anyway, these people have plenty of money.

Mao Renjiang looked at the time, "Hey, it's getting late, let's go to dinner, Mr. Wang, you must do me a favor!"

A genius doctor like Wang Dachun, who also knows Feng Shui, must make friends with him. If he gets sick or encounters troubles in the future, he will definitely have something to ask for.

Wang Dachun didn't refuse either, "Okay, then I'd rather be obedient than respectful!" After a busy morning, Wang Dachun's stomach was already growling.

The three of them went downstairs to a restaurant, and as soon as they entered the hall, they heard a gloomy voice, "Hey, it's Mr. Mao and Mr. Mao. What a coincidence, Mr. Mao, why are you so embarrassed hahaha."

Mao Feng turned his head to look at the person who came, and couldn't help but change his expression, "Zhang Dahai, it's you!"