The old man didn't know how long he had been waiting for this day. His cloudy eyes turned again and again, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was obvious that he could no longer contain his excitement.
Yan Zhen had seen the box at his feet. He had always kept it under the bed, and the paint was already mottled. Yan Zhen walked over, bent down and picked it up.
"Okay, then I will see how powerful my master is today!" Yan Zhen looked at him with a smile.
The old man pointed in the direction of the hospital, raised his arm and said, "Then kill him without leaving a trace!"
"Let's go!" He waved his hand and walked at the front, high-spirited.
Chen Juan followed Yan Zhen, looking around and looking a little worried, "Can we do it?"
"After all, he is a doctor in a big hospital. One of us is disabled and two novices know nothing. How can we challenge him?"
Chen Juan wrinkled her face and hugged her small bag tightly, showing her timidity.
Yan Zhen looked at the high-spirited master in front of him and whispered to Chen Juan: "Don't worry about anything, you can't lose in terms of momentum!"
Who has done this kind of thing before? They have no experience. What kind of momentum is there? Can you act like you are quarreling with someone?
Chen Juan immediately opened her eyes and said, "Do you think I am so powerful?"
Yanzhen nodded, "Okay!"
Keep your head up, chest out! Keep a firm pace! The two of them walked into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the military hospital with fierce expressions on their faces.
Although Wang Dehai is the director of the rehabilitation department, he occasionally consults in the Chinese medicine clinic.
"This time, let's not make noises or make trouble, and we must abide by the hospital's order." The old man said with a smile, "We can't delay people's medical treatment, right?"
He looked back at the expressions on Yan Zhen and Chen Juan's faces, shook his head, "Stop it, it's over."
Yan Zhen and Chen Juan looked at each other and quickly rubbed their faces to relax the muscles on their faces.
I guess the old man had already checked out the time before and specifically found the time for Wang Dehai to have a consultation.
Yan Zhen and Chen Juan arrived at Wang Dehai's clinic with ease. They were going to cut him off halfway!
After all, Wang Dehai is a famous doctor, and many people come here because of his reputation. The chairs in the corridor are already full of people, and many people don't even have a place to sit, so they can only find a place to stand.
Most of the people who come to see traditional Chinese medicine have ailments that have been with them for many years. If they don't stick to it for a few months, they won't see any results.
If you want to be convincing, you must look for a disease that looks very urgent, so that the effect can be immediate.
Yan Zhen naturally understood this truth. She was observing the patients in the corridor, and finally her eyes rested on a man standing against the wall.
The clothes he was wearing were work clothes from a state-owned factory, a blue coat, and patches on his elbows and knees. He held his head in pain and rubbed his temples with his thumbs.
He looked tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and the beard on his chin was sprouting. It seemed that this man was in a shabby appearance, and he was probably suffering from a headache and had no time to think about taking care of himself.
"Master." Yan Zhen pointed at the man and motioned for the old man to look over.
The old man nodded and took steps towards the man.
Yan Zhen and Chen Juan immediately followed.
"Young man, do you have a headache?" The old man lowered his head and asked softly.
When the man heard someone calling him, he raised his eyelids and looked at them with scarlet eyes, "Yes! Didn't you already see it?"
His tone was harsh and impatient. A person who has been tortured for a long time cannot have a good temper.
The old man asked directly: "Have you suffered any trauma on your head?"
The man shook his head, "No, migraine! I've seen a lot of doctors but it doesn't work!"
The old man asked again: "How was your sleep?"
The man continued to shake his head, "It's not very good. I feel groggy every day."
He, who had been led away by the old man, suddenly asked loudly as if he understood: "Why are you asking me this? It makes you look like a doctor!"
"You're right." The old man pointed to the consulting room and said, "I am the ancestor of this person inside!"
"But this person deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, so I fired him!"
The man obviously didn't believe it. He looked the old man up and down and then looked at Yan Zhen and Chen Juan. He shook his head and said, "It seems true."
As he spoke, he clenched his teeth in pain, and the muscles in his cheeks tensed up. He pulled his hair and wanted to bang his head against the wall.
The old man looked at Yan Zhen and ordered with a serious expression: "Baihui, Touwei, Fengchi, Shangxing, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, these acupuncture points should be inserted into the acupuncture points. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand!" Yan Zhen nodded, opened the box the old man was carrying, and took out a set of silver needles.
This move immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, most of whom were patients waiting to be called.
Seeing that there was a Chinese medicine practitioner next to me, everyone couldn't help but become interested.
"No, can you do it?" The man was a little scared. He watched Yan Zhen open the acupuncture kit, swallowed nervously and said, "Will you insert the needle and prick me to death?"
Yan Zhen replied: "That's better than the pain you are having now?"
The man thought about it, and it was the same! I don’t know how long we have to wait for this number, so let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
"Come on, I will die anyway if it can't be cured! I have a painful headache every day, and living is a suffering!" The man made preparations to die.
People around me quickly advised, "Young man, you are still young, why are you so negative? Just wait and let the experts take a look at you. It will be more reliable than this wild doctor who doesn't know where he came from!"
"Yes!" A woman holding a child came over, looked at Yan Zhen and the old man warily, leaned into the man's ear and whispered, "I tell you, I know this old man, he is a madman. !”
"I used to come to the hospital to make trouble. If you dare to let them treat you, you are really impatient!"
"That's right, this lunatic is an acquaintance of the hospital. It is said that he is a sworn enemy of the guy inside! Can you still give medical advice when you are delirious?"
As soon as the whispers came, Chen Juan immediately showed a little timidity, pulled Yan Zhen's sleeve and said, "What's wrong? They don't believe us."
Yan Zhen thought for a while and said loudly to Chen Juan: "It's understandable that others don't believe us. After all, outsiders don't understand us and have never tried it, but we ourselves must have confidence in ourselves!"
"You have to try everything. Even if it doesn't work, it's just a few shots. You don't get paid, right?"
Yan Zhen smiled at everyone, "But think about it, what if it works? You even save money on medical treatment."
Someone asked, "Is it possible to try to see a doctor? Since you have come to a big hospital, you are here for the famous doctors. If you let someone go to see a doctor halfway, the gain outweighs the loss!"
"What if you get it wrong? Young man, if you don't take your own life seriously, why don't you give it a try?" She glanced sideways at the man with a headache who was leaning against the wall, and smiled contemptuously.
The one who takes it easy will take it lightly. She will never let these lowly people treat her! They don't deserve her!
The man who spoke had his head twisted and was wearing an jade bracelet on his hand. He was very well-dressed. He looked like he was not a working-class person. He naturally had a sense of superiority when facing others.
Ouch, why are you so noble? Chen Juan's heart immediately burned with fire.
"You-" Chen Juan was about to say something, but was stopped by the old man raising his hand.
The old man said calmly: "Okay, I remember, we are not worthy of treating you, so don't ask me for help in the future."
There was no expression on his face, and his mood was not affected in any way.
The noble aunt curled her lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't beg you even to the death!"
