Reborn 1960 A young educated youth was pampered by a handsome and rough man

A table has been placed on the stage, and two chairs are placed on both sides of the table. A pulse pillow, a pair of silver needles, a pen and a stack of white paper have been prepared on the table.

A man in a gray tunic suit walked up, coughing continuously as he walked. The students also began to secretly test themselves whether this man had a cold or strep throat.

The man sat down and looked at the empty space opposite, his brows furrowed. He had asthma and had been suppressing it with medicine, but he had caught a cold recently and always felt like he couldn't breathe.

If the doctor he was familiar with hadn't told him that the girl taking the exam was very skilled, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to sign up. Now he was the first in line to take the stage, but there was no one on the opposite side to see the doctor.

When the bell rang again, Cheng Qiao finally came. After the final bell, he sat opposite the patient, took out a box of alcohol cotton, and disinfected his hands first.

There was a slight gasping sound in the auditorium, and everyone stared intently at the woman on the stage, wearing a loose white coat, black straight pants, and a pair of black leather shoes.

Her black hair was tied into a low bun, and a small hairpin with diamonds was stuck on the right side of the bun. As her head turned, the hairpin also emitted a little light under the light. .

"Wow, what a beautiful girl."

“Her hairpin is so beautiful, I don’t know where to buy it.”

"Shh... don't talk. Do you want to be kicked out?"

The male classmates were all amazed at the radiant Cheng Qiao, especially the old students who were admitted to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine with Cheng Qiao. They were still chewing on their third-grade books, and the graduation exam had already been announced.

The girls had envy and jealousy in their eyes, especially when they saw that fair and tender face that seemed to be able to pinch water, and the hairpin that shone with a little light, they didn't know why they should be jealous of her.

"Hand out."

The man stretched out his hand and saw a few white and delicate fingers falling on his wrist. His face turned red. A man in his 40s could still be touched by a little girl.

"Liu Jianshe, male, 45 years old, has been recovering from a cold for a week, right?"

"How do you know I've had a cold for a week? Did someone tell you?"

Liu Jianshe glanced at Cheng Qiao strangely, and Cheng Qiao smiled slightly. He could tell your current situation just by looking at the degree of your cough and the look on your face. Do you still need someone to tell you?

"You still have asthma. Although you take medicine all year round, it can only suppress it but not cure it. Don't take that medicine anymore, otherwise in ten years, your femoral head will be necrotic by that medicine."

"What, femoral head necrosis? If I don't eat, I can't breathe. If I eat femoral head necrosis, how can I live?"

"Treat the cold first, come to me in a few days, and I will treat your asthma. No, here is the prescription. You can go directly to the pharmacy of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to get the medicine.

After returning home, soak the medicine in clean water for an hour, then boil three bowls of water into a bowl of medicine, drink three meals a day, and you will be cured in two days at most. "

Liu Jianshe looked at the prescription in his hand and saw that the flowing calligraphy was not penetrating, but the pen was old and the ink was beautiful, and the muscles were strong.

"Girl, you have good handwriting. Just because of your handwriting, you are worthy of my trust."

Liu Jianshe stood up and faced the auditorium with the medicine side. The students in the front row could see it clearly. They didn't notice what medicine Cheng Qiao prescribed, but they were all attracted by her words.

"Wow……"

"Why is this handwriting so good? My handwriting is like a dog crawling."

"Me too, my mother said my handwriting is like tadpole writing. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm writing, haha..."

"Isn't it just that my handwriting is better? It can all be learned through practice. I will definitely be better than her if I go home and practice."

"What kind of medicine did she prescribe? Darling, look at that Guizhi. She actually prescribed a double dose. Isn't this nonsense?"

"Yeah, I heard her just now saying that a cold can be cured in two days at most. She's so bragging, she won't blow herself up..."

"Quiet, you, go out, and you... you... all three of you, go out."

The dean stood up, pointed at a few female classmates, and looked at them with sharp eyes. He didn't study hard at all, and he didn't see others being outstanding. Who were they?

The faces of those who were pointed out turned pale. They had forgotten the dean's rules and luckily they kicked themselves out. If they were kicked out, they would really regret it.

The boys next to him also kept their mouths shut. They had also made a noise just now. Fortunately, they were praising Cheng Qiao, otherwise they would definitely be kicked out by the old principal.

The three female classmates were filled with embarrassment and anger, and glared at Cheng Qiao on the stage. She was really a temptress. She even dressed up for the exam. Who could she seduce?

Everyone in the auditorium shut their mouths. Some people were worried about themselves and folded their handkerchiefs into one and directly covered their mouths.

Liu Jianshe didn't expect that one of his actions would cause trouble for Cheng Qiao. Just as he was about to apologize, the second person had already come up, so he could only leave and handed the prescription in his hand to the principal.

The principal glanced at the prescription and raised his eyebrows slightly. No wonder Liu Jianshe's cold was not cured. It turned out that the dose of medicine they used was too small.

It's just that this guy has asthma. Can such a large dose of medicine hold him up? No matter, as long as Ye Jun is here, the dead will be awakened.

Cheng Qiao treats patients very quickly. He takes pulses, looks at faces, sticks out his tongue, and sometimes even gets close to smell the patients. He completes the Chinese medicine's inspection, smelling, and questioning very thoroughly.

Some patients had traumatic injuries, including sprains, falls, and injuries. Cheng Qiao either used silver needles to stimulate acupuncture points or sprinkled them with hemostasis powder he brought.

The effect was surprisingly good. A woman whose face was smashed had been worried that her appearance would be disfigured, but Cheng Qiao's medicinal powder quickly stopped the bleeding from her wound. He also told her that as long as she did not eat dark-colored food or hairy things, she would be fine. Your face will naturally return to its original appearance.

A group of doctors standing in the corner all looked at each other in confusion, "Hey, it would be great if this student could come to work in their hospital after graduation. At this rate, one of the top three is more than enough."

"Lao Xia, is that medicinal powder a special hemostatic powder developed by Dean Ye? The effect is really impressive. Do you think we should..."

"No, Dean Ye is not that easy to talk to. Don't just hit the wall."

The principal turned his head and glared at the doctors who were talking. It was a pity that he couldn't drive them out, otherwise he would have kicked them long ago according to his temper.

When the last patient sat across from Cheng Qiao, Cheng Qiao glanced at the paper on the table. Good guy, there is only the last piece of paper left. This exam is too strict and does not even give him a chance to modify the prescription.