Otherworldly Merchant

After bumping into so many wards, we came to the last one.

There are only two sick beds, a middle-aged man with a big stomach stool, with his head pillow, two small eyes staring at the ceiling. See we walked in, just a little sweep, didn't even move.

The other bed was lying with a gray-haired old man lying on his back with an old handkerchief in his hand. The flowers on the handkerchief were all worn off, revealing only a few light blue bars, and there was nothing to see.

But he looked at the handkerchief as if it had a flower engraved on it, more beautiful, but as if there was a man up there, more beautiful, and we didn't even notice it coming in.

“President Tan, are you feeling better?” Vice Dean Zhao asked laughingly at the fat middle-aged man.

“It's not like that!” The man's head didn't move, his eyes didn't lift, and he still looked at the ceiling.

“Oh, it's okay.” Vice Dean Zhao was not embarrassed at all and still smiled: “We have studied your condition several times and asked Professor Ma many times. He said that this is a mild condition, as long as you have a small bridging operation. ”

“Little surgery!” When he heard it, he immediately caught fire and twisted his face: “Then let him do it! ”

“Why is this old fucking horse stubborner than a rock? You have to prioritize, one at a time, no advance at all! I've searched for him in private several times. I'm willing to pay him twenty times or even fifty times the price to finish it first, but he just won't do it. I have to say, life is priceless, money can't be bought...”

“Fuck him! Even the intensive care unit was transferred to an acute patient, and I couldn't afford one.” The more the man says, “Do you know how much less money I make staying here for a day? Had it not been for his fame and insurance, I would not have been here to suffer this sin. I am so sick of it. ”

Vice Dean Zhao let him finish the fire, which only accompanied him with a smile: “I have also told him more than once that Boss Tan is busy with business and is a big tax collector in Wuhan City, can you take care of him a little bit, and give him surgery a little in advance. But this Professor Ma is from a military doctor. He has a very straightforward temper, so he doesn't agree. He said that life is the same price, there is no such thing as expensive and cheap. If you see a doctor in his place, you have to do what he says. If anyone comes back and directs, he will leave immediately! ”

“As you know, as soon as Professor Ma's stubbornness comes up, don't say it's me. It's said that all the Major Generals have been murdered by him...”

“So what are you doing here?” After listening, Tan Fatty suddenly lost his temper and sprayed his stomach fire on Dean Zhao: “Did he come to anger me? Get out of here! I panicked as soon as I saw the white coat. ”

“I dare not bother you.” As soon as Vice President Zhao entered the house, the smile on his face had not broken, and he did not know what the fat man with the name Tan had come to: “There is a young man with a set of ancestral needles, even heart failure is said to cure...”

“Go, go, go!” Fatty Tan just listened half the time, just like the other patients in the room, waved his hands together: “Get as far away from me as you can! What a fucking ancestral needle, it's all bullshit, I'd rather die than believe that shit. ”

Sun Yuliang immediately drowned his head as soon as he heard about it, and he had to turn around and leave again.

He felt a hundred times more confident as he walked into the first ward, and from the time he hit the wall until now, he had to be a little discouraged.

Just as he cried to me the other day, the world didn't believe in his craft, didn't believe in TCM, preferred to be unloaded by Western medicine like a pig, and wouldn't let TCM cook.

This is the last room, and if he can't find a patient who will let him treat him, he will have to leave.

But that also means that all his previous efforts will be in vain if this test fails. He had to go back in time, sell gold needles and make a living.

Thousands of antiquarian King Sun Sixue's school dropouts will eventually be lost!

I saw him so lonely, it was hard, but I couldn't help it.

Heart disease is not like a skin disease, and the patient's resistance is not as intense as if it were an alternative treatment. I can't fool around like that little fat yellow-haired guy with the urticaria anymore.

“Guys, wait a minute.” Just as Sun had a cold conscience and turned around to leave, the fat man named Tan suddenly seemed to think of something. He sat up from his bed and stared closely at Sun Yuliang Dao: “Can you really cure a heart attack? ”

Sun Yuliang had already stepped out one foot. After listening to him, he hurried back and nodded.

“Treated with acupuncture? ”

“Yes, I have nine ancestral spiritual pivots! By stimulating the cavities and opening the meridians, many disorders can be cured, including heart failure.” Sun Yuliang thought things had changed and bowed very sincerely.

“I don't care what the principle is.” Fat Tan waved his hand: “I asked if you could cure it. ”

“Yes!” Sun nodded vigorously.

“Well, give this old man a try.” Fatty Tan pointed to the old man across the street.

“This…” Sun Yuliang was stunned, and the just rekindled fighting spirit was thrown another pot of cold water.

However, this was the last line of hope, and he took two steps forward, approaching the old man: “Hello, sir! I have an ancestral needle to help you with heart disease, would you like to try it...”

“Shut up, he can't hear you!” Tan Fatty said: “The old man has no children. He is said to have donated the money he earned all his life. He lives by picking up rubbish and falling ill. Even his mind is not very clear. Later, he was discovered to have fainted on the road. It just so happens that the city is doing some kind of dual civilization construction, so we sent him here as a classic. If you really have the skills, try him. ”

Sun Yuliang hesitated.

“What, you dare not?” Tan Fatty stretched his neck forward: “If you really have the ability to cure it, whether he can hear or not, willingly or unwillingly, just think of it as a good thing. If you're not sure, get the hell out of here! Don't hang around here, pig nose! ”