The country romantic little doctor king

"How do you feel now?" Chen Yang asked the old man with red armbands.

"Ah, my head doesn't hurt anymore. It's fine. It doesn't hurt at all and it feels very comfortable."

The old man with the red armband shook his head, felt it, and said with a look of surprise.

Not only did his head no longer hurt, but he also felt as if he had been baptized, his brain was clear, and he felt like he was enlightened.

"Here, are you serious? Are you so amazing? Just one injection and it only lasts a minute. Isn't this amazing? What a ghost." Some people didn't believe it and looked at it. Looking at the time, it only lasted a minute.

Damn, if you cure a disease that Hua Tuo can't cure in just one minute, isn't that a slap in Hua Tuo's face?

"Old man, I'm a fifty-year-old party member, why are you lying to me? If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's more effective than taking painkillers. My head has never felt so comfortable."

The old man with the red armband looked excited and said to everyone, then held Chen Yang's hand and said: "Young man, you are too powerful. This headache has tortured me for more than ten years and tortured me to death. Unexpectedly, You cured me with just one injection. You are simply a god. I am so grateful to you. I am grateful to you for being my ancestor for eight lifetimes."

Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Old man, as a doctor, my duty is to treat illnesses and save people. And your headache is just a minor problem, not worth mentioning."

"What, not worth mentioning?"

Everyone wanted to take a mouthful of salt soda and spray it in Chen Yang's face.

It's not worth mentioning whether Hua Tuo can't cure his illness. Hua Tuo's face was swollen by you, and the face of Xinglin Medical Center was also swollen.

You don’t even pretend to be cool like this!

Seeing the looks in the eyes of the people around him, Chen Yang smiled bitterly and said, "It's just not worth mentioning, otherwise I wouldn't be able to cure him in one minute."

As soon as he said this, the onlookers continued to cast contemptuous looks at him.

"Little brother, what's going on with my headache? How did you cure it with one injection? Will it happen again in the future?" The old man with the red armband asked Chen Yang seriously.

"The wind in your head is because a cold air has entered your head. This cold air has not dispersed and has been acting as a monster in your head. Normally, it is not a problem, but when a person is anxious or excited, his blood surges. When the hot air and cold air in the body collide, a severe headache will occur. I just used silver needles to help you guide this cold air out, so your head wind syndrome is cured and will not happen again in the future." Chen Yang patiently explained.

"Oh, that's it. Why is there coldness in my head?"

"You can only ask yourself this. Think about it, has your head been traumatized in cold weather?" Chen Yang asked.

"It seems like this happened once. I remember it was when I was young, it was freezing and snowy, in the dead of winter, I was riding a bicycle to work. As a result, I fell over the bicycle and broke my head. I stayed in the hospital for several days." Red armband. The old man recalled.

"The eighty-eight percent is that time. When you were young, the headache might not have been this serious, but as you grow older and your body function declines, the headache will become more severe. If it is severe, you will need to take painkillers to relieve it."

"Little brother, thank you so much. I thought I met a liar, but I didn't expect it to be a miracle doctor. He cured my chronic illness for many years. However, I still have other diseases, so you need to worry more." The old man With a grateful look on his face, he also wanted Chen Yang to treat him with other diseases.

After all, he has more than a dozen diseases, and he only has one disease.

"Don't worry, uncle, you've seen that it's someone else's turn to have a headache. Little miracle doctor, my stomach is a little uncomfortable and I feel like vomiting when I eat. Please help me take a look."

"Little miracle doctor, I get flustered easily. Is there something wrong with my heart?"

"Little miracle doctor, my mother has terminal cancer. Is there any hope of treatment?"

"Eighteen years of cerebral thrombosis..."

"Thirty years of tuberculosis..."

……

After curing the headache of the old man with a red armband, Chen Yang became an instant hit. Onlookers flocked to see him for medical treatment. Some were sick themselves, and some relatives and friends at home were sick.

This guy's medical skills are amazing, even better than Hua Tuo. It's absolutely right to seek medical treatment from him.

At this time, the doctors and nurses from the traditional Chinese medicine department of the hospital arrived and saw exactly this lively scene. Their department director was surrounded on three floors inside and three floors outside. Those who didn't know it thought he was chasing stars.

So everyone quickly set up their stalls, treated patients, and shared the pressure for Chen Yang.

This free clinic is equivalent to advertising for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, intercepting the patients of Hu Xinglin Medical Center.

Deputy Director Ma Gang and Geng Wei also came and were shocked to see that Sun's Xinglin Medical Clinic was so troubled by Chen Yang that it could no longer even operate normally.

"Brother, where are you going? I'm willing to admit defeat. If you want to leave, you have to learn how to bark like a dog before leaving."

The doctor from Xinglin Medical Center who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses wanted to leave, but Zhao Qingyun stopped him and told him to keep his promise and lie down and bark like a dog.

Suddenly, the man's face turned pale.

Let him lie down and bark like a dog, why not kill him? His dignity will be shattered to pieces.

"Brother Bo, what's going on? Why do they ask you to bark like a dog?"

Ma Gang and Geng Wei were stunned and asked in confusion.

They were from the same school, so of course they recognized this man. His name was Zhang Bo, a Chinese medicine practitioner at Xinglin Medical Center. However, his master was not Sun Yaohua, but Sun Yaomin, the patriarch of the Sun family.

"Of course you have to bark like a dog if you lose. Don't even think about interceding for him, it's useless." Zhao Qingyun put her hands on her hips and said a little unruly.

"You, you, you, how are you sure that the old man's headache is cured? Maybe it is only temporarily cured, but it will relapse in the future. After all, this kind of disease treats the symptoms but not the root cause." The man with gold-rimmed glasses said sarcastically.

"You mean, I have to take the old man to the hospital for a CT scan, right? Why are you so shameless? The old man said it himself, but you still don't admit it. You can't afford to lose, right? You can't afford to lose in the first place. Don't want to gamble?" Zhao Qingyun said angrily.

The people around looked angry, and they all criticized:

"Why are you like this? You still won't admit it when you lose, don't you even lose face?"

"My old man is on the mend and completely recovered. Can't you see it if you are blind?"

"You still won't admit it after losing, you're rubbish! What qualifications do you have to be a doctor? Just go sweep the streets."

……

The sound was so unpleasant that the man with gold-rimmed glasses almost drowned in saliva.

Ma Gang and Geng Wei finally understood. It turned out that Zhang Bo and Chen Yang were betting on whether they could cure an old man's headache, but they lost the bet.

This idiot has the guts to bet against Chen Yang. He is really ignorant.

Little did he know that even Sun Yaohua and Chen Yang lost their bets!