"Mr. Mao, your asthma is an old problem. You can only take some medicine to suppress it. There is no good solution at the moment."
In Mao Renjiang's office, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat examined Mao Renjiang's body and said.
"But my asthma has been cured for two or three years. Why has it recurred again now? Dr. Li, what is going on?" Mao Renjiang said, breathing violently again, and his whole body almost shrank. Group.
Dr. Li sighed, "Then it can only be said that you were not easy to deal with before, and it is reasonable for the old disease to relapse now."
"Dr. Li, you are a returned doctor from a top foreign university. Isn't there any good way to treat asthma in foreign countries?"
As the saying goes, asthma is not a disease; wheezing can kill people. Every time Mao Renjiang had an asthma attack, he wished he could die. Everyone knows the feeling of being out of breath.
Dr. Li shook his head, "Well, asthma is the common enemy of all mankind. At present, it can only be controlled with medication. There is no good way."
"Dad, Mr. Wang is here." At this moment, Mao Feng turned sideways and let Wang Dachun in.
Wang Dachun frowned as soon as he entered the office. He smelled a special smell.
Mao Renjiang stood up quickly, "Oh, Brother Wang is here, thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce to you, this is Dr. Li, director of the Chronic Disease Rehabilitation Department of People's Hospital. Dr. Li, this is Mr. Wang Dachun, Feng Shui master .”
Mao Renjiang didn't know Wang Dachun's profession and could only describe it as a Feng Shui master.
Dr. Li raised his eyebrows, glanced at Wang Dachun with disdain, and said bluntly: "Mr. Mao, with all due respect, these Feng Shui masters are just feudal superstitions. I didn't expect that they are resurrected now. It's really a hundred-footed insect that is dead but not stiff." ah!"
Mao Renjiang smiled awkwardly. He actually didn't believe in these things, but some of the things Wang Dachun had seen before were now fulfilled one by one, so he wanted to try Wang Dachun.
"Haha, after drinking foreign ink for a few years, I started to forget my ancestors. What is feudal superstition? Why can't you cure diseases with the science you keep claiming?"
Wang Dachun was a little speechless. These are the so-called experts. They call themselves experts after learning a little bit, and they harm others and themselves.
Just as he was talking, Mr. Mao Renjiang began to gasp violently, and Mao Feng quickly went up and beat his back.
Dr. Li snorted softly, "Humph, it sounds like you can cure asthma!"
Wang Dachun nodded, "Yes, I can indeed cure asthma. There is no disease that cannot be cured in the world, there are only uncertain methods."
Mao Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, "What! Mr. Wang, do you think my dad's asthma can be cured? You are not a doctor, are you?"
Wang Dachun nodded, "Yes, I am a doctor, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."
Dr. Li laughed loudly when he heard this, "Traditional Chinese medicine? Do you want to laugh me to death? What age are we in now? Do you think we are still in the ancient times, where diseases can be cured by grabbing medicine and feeling the pulse? It's long gone!"
Wang Dachun sneered, "Good medical treatment will never be outdated. What is outdated is your concepts and pride and complacency!"
Seeing that the two people were getting more and more quarrels, Mao Renjiang quickly began to smooth things over, "Okay, you two, stop arguing. In this way, whoever can cure my asthma, how about I give him two million in medical treatment?"
Dr. Li's breathing became rapid when he heard this, but soon he sighed, "Mr. Mao is joking, I can't make any money even if you give me 20 million."
Wang Dachun curled his lips and smiled disdainfully, "You can't cure the disease after working for a long time, so why are you still talking about it?"
"You... OK, you can cure diseases, then I'll see what you can do." Dr. Li sneered.
Wang Dachun rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, today I will let you see what the true quintessence of the country is. Don't confuse the quintessence of the country with superstition."
Dr. Li sneered and sat down on the sofa, "Then I'm looking forward to your performance!"
Wang Dachun stopped talking to Dr. Li and looked at the one-meter-high mandala in front of his desk. This mandala had black flowers and the shape of the flower was somewhat similar to a paper windmill.
"The black mandala represents darkness, death, and the road of no return. If my prediction is correct, this mandala was just moved in in the past few days, right?"
"How did you know? This flower is actually a datura flower?"
Mao Renjiang and Mao Feng asked almost in unison.
Wang Dachun was surprised, "You don't know Mandala?"
Mao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know it. When I saw it was a black flower, it was relatively rare, so I kept it! Why, is this flower related to my father's asthma?"
Mao Feng was also a man with a flexible mind and thought of the key in an instant.
Wang Dachun nodded and said solemnly: "Not only is it related to the old man's asthma, but even the car accident you suffered in the past two days is also related to it."
"Hahahahaha..."
At this moment, Dr. Li, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Wang Dachun and said with a smile: "Do you want to laugh me to death? It's really exaggerating the more you talk about it. You want to say you are allergic to pollen?" It makes sense. A flower can cause a car accident. These are all connected together. I have to admire your ability to deceive. I think you can just call it the master of deception!"
Wang Dachun looked at Dr. Li and smiled lightly, "I can only say that poverty limits your imagination. There are some things you don't understand, but please don't use your ignorance to laugh at others. That will make people look down on you even more!"
The corner of Dr. Li's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but snorted, "Humph, I want to hear what kind of explanation you can give!"
"Yes, Mr. Wang, how can this mandala flower be related to the car accident in the past two days?" Not only was Dr. Li a little unconvinced, but even the Mao family and his son were a little confused. This did sound a bit mysterious.
Wang Dachun nodded and spoke eloquently, "The black mandala represents darkness, death, and the road of no return. It is a magical flower. It is poisonous itself. If you stay with it for a long time, your body will be contaminated. on its properties.”
"Not to mention making people sick, their destiny will gradually change, and..."
Wang Dachun said this and walked around the room with his hands behind his back.
"I have to say that the person who arranged the flowers is a master. The position of the mandala flower is exactly at the golden section. In this way, the feng shui of the whole room has changed and it has become a bad wind situation."
The Mao family father and son looked at each other, their expressions changed, and they suddenly felt something bad.
Even Dr. Li, who had been mocking and sarcastic Wang Dachun, started to think thoughtfully...
