Doctor Qin Wei

Qin Wei put the medicine list prescribed today into a drawer, looked at the calendar on the table, it was the end of June, and it took more than half a month to come back, and the scores of the college entrance examination seemed to have come down, it is now four o'clock in the afternoon, it should be nothing The patient, he intends to close the door and go to the village chief's home computer to check the score. In order not to stand out, he is still using the old man's phone, so he can't check it.

As soon as Qin Wei stood up, he heard noisy voices outside, and then saw several people rushing into the clinic, surrounding him, looking fierce.

Ping Jianxiu, the fat man is still here.

"Little genius doctor, here I come again."

Ping Jian, who repaired the Dama Golden Sword, sat down there, and stretched out his hand on the pulse pillow.

"Little genius doctor, can you show me my illness today? You see, there is no patient here, and I didn't jump in the queue. You can't drive me away anymore, right?"

To see a doctor and bring so many people, it can be seen that the visitors are not good.

Qin Wei didn't panic, he sat down and spread the pen, ink and paper again.

"Of course you can. You are a patient and I am a doctor. How can a doctor reject a patient's reasoning?"

Qin Wei was not worried at all when the soldiers came to block the water and cover them with soil.

"Put your tongue out and take a look."

Qin Wei took the pulse and asked him to stick out his tongue. Ping Jianxiu did so, but he was very disdainful. The kid pretended to be old-fashioned. He had seen so many doctors, Western medicine and Chinese medicine, but there was no one. If he is cured, he will not believe it. There are so many doctors who are not as good as you. If he is not cured today, he will smash this crappy clinic.

"Slow and weak pulse, thick and slippery tongue coating, fat and large tongue with tooth marks on the sides, pale tongue, distended abdomen, difficulty urinating, chest tightness and loss of appetite, chills and cold limbs, etc., belong to alcohol injury, commonly known as spleen Alcoholic liver disease with kidney yang deficiency is not a serious illness, I will prescribe a prescription, and it will be cured in three doses." This fat man just drank too much alcohol and got alcoholic liver disease, so there is no serious illness.

As soon as he heard that it was alcoholic liver, Ping Jianxiu became furious. It was the same as what other doctors said, so the medicine he prescribed was not the same as that prescribed by other doctors. This kid is indeed a three-legged cat. A genius doctor who has nothing but pompous appearance, let's see if he doesn't smash this crappy clinic today.

"Boy, are these the illnesses you have diagnosed? Do you have any other questions?"

Qin Wei put down his pen and put his seal on it, proving that this was his own prescription.

"Your health is good. These are superficial problems. You will be fine after taking a few medicines."

Ping Jianxiu smiled coldly, stood up abruptly, knocked down the chairs, slapped the table, and shouted loudly.

"Fart, what do you call a genius doctor? Other doctors have told me about the symptoms you mentioned, but the medicine they prescribed didn't help at all. I took it for half a month, but it didn't improve. You bunch of quack doctors, No harm is done!"

After Ping Jianxiu finished speaking, he snatched the stick from the hand of the person behind him, swung it and smashed it directly on the table, Qin Wei's pupils shrank, and before he had time to block the stick, he could only fall backwards, and fell down with the chair .

"Last time I lost face, this account will be settled together."

Seeing Qin Wei lying on the ground, Ping Jianxiu smiled coldly, swung his stick and smashed it down. Qin Wei's body tightened, rolled to the side, exerted force on his waist, and stood up with a kick. The stick smashed the chair, he didn't stop repairing it, and chased Qin Wei with a swing of the stick. Seeing that the table and chairs were smashed, Qin Wei was furious.

"Ping Jianxiu, you are looking for death." This table and chair are precious items left by grandpa, and they were smashed like this. If you don't let him suffer today, I write the words "Qin Wei" upside down.

Ping Jianxiu must be an adult, he was so tall when he was still alive, just now there was another sneak attack, Qin Wei took a step back, but now he reacted, he stomped his foot, and punched out with a set of fists taught by his grandfather, and suddenly captured him The stick in his hand hit him on the thigh with a backlash.

"Ah~"

Ping Jianxiu fell to the ground with a scream. Qin Wei was very angry and didn't intend to just let him go, so he swung his stick and smashed down again.

"Are you all dead? I didn't see that he was going to beat me to death. Hurry up."

Ping Jianxiu was frightened by Qin Wei's ruthlessness, and shouted at a few people who were still stunned, those people woke up and rushed towards Qin Wei, Qin Wei turned his head coldly, and swung his stick mercilessly , one stick at a time, all hit their weak spots, within a few strokes, all the people lay down on the ground, humming, chirping, and no one could get up.

This time, Ping Jianxiu was really scared. He didn't expect that a little ghost would be so powerful.

Qin Wei glanced at the table and chairs, and his calm heart was aroused again. This is something left by his grandfather. He was smashed by this dog. Does he look easy to bully?

Qin Wei was filled with fireworks, and dragged his stick to Ping Jianxiu, looking down coldly, Ping Jianxiu swallowed in fright.

"What are you going to do, you are a doctor, how can you beat someone, you..."

What Ping Jianxiu said behind was frightened by Qin Wei's stick. Qin Wei stuck the stick in, stood beside him, and said coldly.

"Fix what you broke and you'll keep your leg, or you'll be crippled."

Qin Wei was angry, he had never seen him so cold and harsh.

"What... what happened here?"