The system invites me to be a teacher

Only then did Confucius and Mencius noticed that this person was pale, the skin was faintly bluish, and his eyes were also dull, a sign of a serious illness.

Li Sihua was taken aback, he asked the other party to sit down first, then flipped through the medical records next to him, and said:

"Qian Yue, male, 32 years old, had a high fever of 39.8°C at the time of treatment, with sore throat, cough, loss of appetite, chills and severe diarrhea.

In view of your description, my preliminary judgment is wind-heat influenza plus bacterial infection, so the medication..."

Qian Yue interrupted impatiently when he listened to him babbling, "Don't give me all these things, I will ask you that I am seriously ill now, what should I do?"

Li Sihua thought for a while: "Let me change the medicine for you. Your condition is more serious than expected. You must increase the strength of the medicine by 20%...well, 30%, so the effect will be more obvious."

After listening to Li Sihua's words, Qian Yue suddenly became anxious: "Hey, I mean that the illness is getting worse, because the medicine you prescribed has no effect at all. Will you see a doctor?"

Seeing the other party questioning his professionalism, Li Sihua frowned: "No effect? ​​How could it be possible? I have specifically checked the medical books for your disease. The above is very clear, and it can't be wrong.

Mr. Qian, I know that you are very anxious about being tortured by the illness, but as the saying goes, the illness comes like a mountain and goes like a thread. You should be more patient.Give it to me and also give it to yourself."

"Then you mean, I still take the original medicine?"

"In view of your own situation, increase the dose by 30%, stick to it for three days, and it will definitely get better."

Qian Yue obviously doesn't trust Li Sihua that much anymore: "But your medicine really doesn't work. I can't feel it in my own body? Why don't you treat me for another disease."

Li Sihua said: "But you have this disease, chills and severe diarrhea, I can't give you a plaster, right?"

"You..." Qian Yue stood up and said loudly when he heard the words, "Break your belly, you put me plaster? I never saw a quack like you!

If I knew that I shouldn't be lazy and afraid of queuing, I went directly to the big hospital to hang up their expert number."

He said he was leaving with a cold snort.

Li Sihua looked at each other helplessly, trying to stop him, but still didn't say anything.

"Mr. Qian, right? Can you show me your illness?" Confucius and Mencius next to him suddenly said.

Qian Yue paused, turned his head and asked in confusion, "You are?"

Confucius and Mencius pointed to Li Sihua: "Oh, I am his teacher."

"Teacher?" Given the young age of Confucius and Mencius, Qian Yue was more puzzled. "The apprentice can't do it, can the teacher do it? You don't want to unite and give me a set? I heard that some black clinics can black out any cold. You are thousands."

Li Sihua was immediately unhappy when Qian Yue said this: "Sir, please pay attention to your words. When have you ever heard of Hua'an making black money?"

Qian Yue also realized his mistake, but his eyes widened: "Even if you are not black, you can't cure a common cold. What is the difference from those black clinics?"

"You..." Li Sihua's face flushed, but what the other party said was the truth, and he couldn't refute it.

Confucius and Mencius hurriedly said, "Mr. Qian, don't be angry. I am a student who is good at everything, but I am a little more young and vigorous. Why not, I will show you your illness for free, and there will be no delay for a few minutes. It saves much effort."

"This..." Qian Yue was a little moved.

In fact, he doesn't have high requirements for medical conditions, as long as the price is cheap and it can be cured, otherwise it is impossible to come to a small place like Hua'an.

Confucius got up and walked over, reaching out to feel his pulse.

Qian Yue was taken aback: "Are you... a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Confucius and Mencius smiled softly: "Well, look, hear, and ask, as Chinese medicine can cure diseases."

As he said, he closed his eyes and opened them again 10 seconds later, with a decision in his heart.

Long Aotian followed Confucius and Mencius in the past few days, and has understood his character, and when he saw this, he hurriedly handed over Li Sihua's medical records.

Confucius and Mencius were also welcome, and soon it was full of handwriting.

When Confucius and Mencius treated Qian Yue to see a doctor, Li Sihua also came over, and couldn't help thinking:

Anemarrhena 300g, gypsum 500g, licorice 100g, japonica rice flour 300g, take it with boiling water.

Confucius and Mencius asked: "Can you match it? I want it right away!"

Li Sihua said: "It's okay to match, Huaan has a Chinese Medicine Department, and it can be done in two minutes. But this recipe..."

Confucius interrupted his words with a wave, and then handed the paper to Long Aotian.

Long Aotian understood, took the prescription and went out.

Confucius and Mencius said to Li Sihua: "I still need a needle box."

"This..." Li Sihua hesitated and said, "Wait a minute!"

From his point of view, Confucius and Mencius has always been adept at making claims since he was shot. With his rigorous medical skills, he should have said something to stop it.

But he understood that Confucius and Mencius was actually helping himself out by doing this, and coupled with the magic when the other party helped Fang Qiong take bone massage, he couldn't help but want to see what Confucius and Mencius wanted to do.

Li Sihua mainly studied Western medicine, but this didn't bother him. He soon borrowed the needle box from the Chinese Medicine Department next door.

Looking at the various scary metal needles in the needle box, Qian Yue's expression finally changed: "Doctor, is this going to be pierced for me? Does it hurt?"

On the side, Fang Zhenyuan grinned and said, "Hey, I said your elders are still afraid of this? I haven't hummed a word since I was chopped into this. We men can be afraid of everything, but we can't be afraid of pain.

Qian Yue subconsciously said: "This should be for a woman, right?"

Fang Zhenyuan: "..."

He said impatiently: "What are you doing with so much bullshit? Why don't you take off your pants."

"Uh... well..."

Seeing him, he was about to untie his belt, and Confucius and Mencius quickly stopped: "No, just show your back."

Qian Yue "..."

At this time, Long Aotian came over with a bowl of black soup. Confucius and Mencius tested the temperature and said to Qian Yue, "Drink all of them."

At this point, Qian Yue didn't hesitate anymore, doing everything as Confucius and Mencius had said, and finally slumped on the sofa seat shirtless.

Confucius and Mencius took out the silver needle and pointed it at Qian Yue's back with only gentle force. The four-fingered needle body disappeared into the skin, leaving only the second half of the needle handle shaking in the air.

Confucius and Mencius continued to do things, and after a while, Qian Yue's back was full of needle handles, like a big hedgehog.

Long Aotian took a picture with his mobile phone and handed it to Qian Yue. He smiled and said, "Big brother, do you think your posture is enough?"

Qian Yue was taken aback: "This... when did you stick it up? Why don't I feel the least?"

Confucius and Mencius ignored the play of the two, pressing his hands back and forth on Qian Yue's back for just a few times, and Qian Yue who was still worried about his back suddenly yelled, "Oh, it's hot!"

Confucius and Mencius immediately said: "Don't move, just bear it for a while."

As soon as the voice fell, Qian Yue shouted again: "Woo, cold...itchy, whee... Sokooy, Yalidie... cool!"

Ignoring Qian Yue's screaming, everyone was shocked at the moment.

I saw that where the metal needle on the back of this person touched the skin, sweat beads condensed from time to time. The most strange thing is that these sweat beads turned out to be weird black.

A faint smell diffused in the air, and Long Aotian hurriedly pinched his nose and ran to open the window.

Seeing that the time was almost there, Kong and Meng pulled out the metal needles one by one, wiped his back clean with gauze, and then asked, "How do you feel now?"

After being signaled by Confucius and Mencius, Qian Yue pulled up his clothes and walked a few steps back and forth on the ground again, with a look of disbelief: "Doctor, I think I'm all right."