Money Capability Salted Fish Just Want to Fooled [Transmigration Book]

"Ah?" Jian Gaozhi asked: "Doctor? Didn't you see it before?"

"That's a quack doctor. He said chronic gastritis, and it hasn't been cured after a month of treatment. It's a waste of money." Yue Ze said: "This time I took you to see the experts of this hospital. Half of them can't make an appointment. It's me, relying on getting along with them for a long time and having a good relationship, I lower my face and beg them."

After he finished speaking, Jian Gaozhi didn't reply for a long time.

Yue Ze: "Hey, what's the matter with you? Tell me if you agree or not!"

The boy raised his head, his eyes sparkled, he wiped the reddish corners of his eyes, choked up and said: "Brother Yue, you are so kind, you are the best person in the world to me besides my mother!"

Koshizawa: "..."

Don't do that, he's really going to have a guilty conscience!

……

Ten minutes later, Yue Ze came back and gestured to Jian Gaozhi: "OK."

Jian Gaozhi wanted to change clothes, but he stopped him, "No, just wear this, experts like to see it."

"Oh." Jian Gaozhi followed behind him, and Yue Ze drove the live broadcast for Mr. Xie all the way to a ward in the inpatient department.

Jian Gaozhi had never been here before, and he saw that the ward was tidied up. An old man with white beard and hair was wearing a white coat with the words "Municipal Third People's Hospital" sitting behind the desk.

"Hello, Doctor Xu." Yue Ze said, and pushed Jian Gaozhi again: "Call someone."

"Doctor Xu." After Jian Gaozhi greeted, the old man nodded slightly. He had a kind expression and bright eyes, and every wrinkle contained the wisdom of the years.

"The patient you mentioned is this kid, right?"

Yue Ze: "Yeah."

Dr. Xu waved to Jian Gaozhi, "Little friend, come here."

Yue Ze sat on the stool with Jian Gaozhi, and introduced: "Dr. Xu is the best old Chinese doctor in Huaguo. If it wasn't for rheumatism and recuperating in our hospital, you wouldn't see him at all."

Seeing this, Jian Gaozhi looked at Dr. Xu with admiration—he admired educated people the most.

Dr. Xu was very helpful. He pushed a wrist pillow in front of him and said, "Extend your left hand."

He put his two fingers together, hovered an inch above Jian Gaozhi's wrist, and said, "Let me diagnose your pulse."

"You... didn't catch up." After ten seconds, Jian Gaozhi said.

Dr. Xu's face turned cold: "Quiet! Why are you so rigid at such a young age?"

Yue Ze smoothed things over at the side: "Diagnosing the pulse from the air is Dr. Xu's ancestral skill, which is a level higher than the pulse diagnosis by hanging silk."

"Yes."

"..." Jian Gaozhi was shocked, and apologized sincerely: "Doctor Xu, I'm sorry."

Diagnosing pulse from space, this technique is a traditional Chinese medicine, right?

Dr. Xu was satisfied. He kept his wrist in the air and stayed in mid-air for more than ten seconds. His fingers trembled from time to time, as if he was changing positions.

Finally, Dr. Xu withdrew his hand, stroked his beard and murmured, with surprise, hesitation, and perplexity on his face from time to time.

Jian Gaozhi became nervous.

Yue Ze patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Doctor Xu, is his disease intractable?"

"Crack!" The old Chinese doctor suddenly patted the table, opened his eyes wide and said, "Terminally ill!"

Jian Gaozhi's heart suddenly became cold, her fingers were cold, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Yue Ze rubbed his hair, and gave Dr. Xu a nonchalant look—what did I tell you before?

Dr. Xu pulled off a beard. Thinking of it, Xiao Yue seemed to say that he was going to bring a pregnant boy here for consultation.

Pregnant? !

He took a long breath and said, "...not really."

Jian Gaozhi: "..."

Yue Ze comforted: "It's okay, when people are old, they tend to pant when they speak."

Dr. Xu didn't notice their whispering, he stood up, hands behind his back, and walked around in the small ward.

"Strange, strange, I have practiced medicine for sixty years, and I have never encountered such a case."

Jian Gaozhi couldn't help it: "Doctor Xu, what is my illness?"

Yue Ze chimed in: "Yes, you should always tell him, so that he can have a clear idea."

Dr. Xu finally stood still in front of Jian Gaozhi, his eyes sparkled, and he said, "Son, you are a happy pulse!!"

……

In the room, there was a deathly silence.

Yue Ze turned his head and looked at Jian Gaozhi who seemed to have lost all ability to react.

Half a minute, 1 minute, 3 minutes...

"Hello." He pushed Jian Gaozhi.

Jian Gaozhi was shocked, and finally came to his senses, he shook his head vigorously: "No, it's impossible!"

Yue Ze is quite relieved—the little duck has finally become smarter, is the 12-year compulsory education still useful?

Before he could speak, Dr. Xu standing in front of the two of them seemed to have been insulted. He flicked his beard and pointed to the door: "This old man has practiced medicine for sixty years, and his diagnosis has never been doubted by patients. If you don't believe me, just... "

Just get out of here?Jian Gaozhi thought.

Dr. Xu: "Just go to the western doctor opposite for a follow-up consultation!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and sat back behind the table, his chest still rising and falling, "Unreasonable, unreasonable!"

Yue Ze tugged at Jian Gaozhi, and said, "It's okay, Dr. Xu, as you know, boys nowadays are more conservative and can't keep up with the times. I'll take him to a western doctor for a B-ultrasound. If there is a result, I will trouble you to get old."

"Why are you looking for this old man?!"

Yue Ze complimented: "Preservation is better with Chinese medicine."

"Then you guys go away." Dr. Xu seemed to have calmed down, and waved his hand: "Come back before five o'clock. After five o'clock..."

He glanced at his watch: "The time for the old man to relax is over."

Wait, what is the wind-off time?Jian Gaozhi glanced inside the door, he seemed to see a bracelet on Dr. Xu's hand.

Yue Ze said: "It's off-duty time, they are used to saying that. Hurry up, the western medicine ward is not far from here."

Jian Gaozhi was dragged away by him, hesitantly said: "Brother Yue, have you seen..."

"what?"

"It's in Dr. Xu's hands."

Yue Ze paused, and he asked back: "Isn't it normal for a 60-year-old Chinese doctor to have a skewer in his hand?"

"It's also..." He said this, and Jian Gaozhi dispelled the doubts in his heart. Even when he recalled it again, he felt that Dr. Xu's hand seemed to be like a string.

Soon, the two stopped at the door of another ward, and Yue Ze glanced at the room number: "This is it."

He knocked on the door.

"Please come in."