Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 391 Means
The diners were faintly stupefied, and most of them didn't react too much, only a few turned their heads and looked back in a daze.

The two apprentices from the medical hall gasped after hearing the sound, and whispered, "It's Doctor Ye!"

"That's right, I heard that Miracle Physician Ye has a good relationship with the Zhang family, and often goes to the Zhang family to ask for the pulse of their old lady and the young masters."

Doctor Ye is not an ordinary doctor, even His Majesty asked Doctor Ye to cure him of his head disease. Although this disease is difficult to cure, the root of the disease has existed in the ancestors of the official family. It is really difficult to eradicate it, but Doctor Ye has several prescriptions , is still highly respected in Taiyuan Hospital.

Every time the officials fell ill, it was all thanks to the doctor Ye's prescriptions that worked, which saved a lot of suffering.

Because Divine Physician Ye doesn't like to be restrained and likes to travel around, he often leaves Beijing to go to other places to provide free medical consultations for the common people, so His Majesty didn't gather people into the palace to be imperial doctors. In terms of medical skills, no one in the capital knows that Divine Physician Ye is better than the grand doctor. Part of the imperial physician.

"Is Doctor Ye here?"

"That's good, that's good."

The diners hurriedly moved out of the way and greeted Dr. Ye. Apart from his first-class medical skills, this Dr. Ye is also well-known for his temper. Pick and choose, those who have no money are not shown at all.

There is also Dr. Zhao, the incumbent doctor of Huirentang. He does not pick the poor or the rich, he can see it for everyone, and the consultation fee is not expensive, but the medicine fee is more expensive for the poor, but that is helpless.When it comes to saving lives, if you go bankrupt and find a reliable doctor to cure yourself, that's better than going bankrupt and not being able to survive.

Doctor Ye is different from all other doctors. His attitude is no different from that of doctors Ling who walk around the streets. When he meets poor patients, the medicines he prescribes are sure to be cheap and easy to get. If you can find all the medicinal materials, even if you can't, you can use cheap medicines, and you definitely don't need expensive medicines.

The common people in the capital, regardless of whether they have seen Miracle Ye for medical treatment or not, they all respect him very much.

Doctor Ye hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, sweating profusely, stepped forward panting, squatted down to look at Zhang Qiaoan, was startled, flicked his sleeves and stood up again, turned around and sat on the stone pier next to him, wiped his face, He turned his head and said, "Come, come, I'm thirsty, serve me a cup of tea."

Everyone was startled.

Zhang Kuai's legs were about to weaken again: "Master Ye, what's the matter? Could it be, could it be... Mr. Zhang wants, wants..."

"What's the matter? I still want to ask what's the matter? I just left two patients and was dragged here. There were too many people in front of me, and the carriage couldn't pass. Khan, what if my old arm and leg are broken? My two patients are still waiting for my treatment. One has a bad brain and the other has a bad stomach. They are both dangerous and must be treated immediately."

Qiu Li: "...I heard that Divine Doctor Ye is very kind, but I didn't expect him to be so kind."

Gu Xiang couldn't help laughing. After she arrived in the capital, although she was busy, it was inevitable that she would make some friends with the same temperament, chat, gossip, and occasionally talk about this doctor Ye. Everyone regarded him as a bodhisattva. A highly respected old genius doctor.

It's really interesting to see this Miracle Doctor Ye rolling his eyes and hugging his shoulders, speaking without panting, no different from a street gangster.

Inspector Zhang and all the diners didn't feel that it was interesting at all, they kept muttering in their hearts, and their faces were not good-looking.

"Master Ye, what is this? What do you mean?"

Detective Zhang quickly frowned and asked.

Doctor Ye rolled his eyes, drank two sips of tea, and then walked over slowly, sitting next to Zhang Qiaoan to diagnose his pulse.

"The kid just said that Zhang Xiaozi was almost out of breath. When I came a step late, I kicked my legs and went straight into the underworld. Now you see, the breath is long and steady, and the complexion is rosy and healthy. Look at his lips. Look at his lips. This hand, look at these nails, don't they look terminally ill?"

"Is it okay if I'm just a junior apprentice? I've been practicing medicine for 35 years. I haven't seen any patients. I've saved at least dozens of dying patients a year. Can't you tell whether Zhang is sick or not?" ?”

All the diners looked at each other in blank amazement.

They just saw Zhang Qiaoan's illness with their own eyes, just like that, with distorted face, convulsions all over, bruised veins, dark complexion, and black lips. No one would suspect that he was terminally ill.

Only then did Detective Zhang shift his gaze to Mr. Zhang's face, and he couldn't help being startled. At this time, Mr. Zhang's face was glowing. Although his eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful. As expected, his breath was long and he didn't have the slightest sickness. It was just like two different people.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself: "I'm not dreaming!"

While speaking, Divine Doctor Ye still put his finger on Zhang Qiaoan's wrist. After feeling for the pulse, his voice gradually became quieter, and his expression became a little more dignified.

"strangeness!"

"how?"

As soon as Miracle Doctor Ye opened his mouth, a few diners beside him with surprised faces tensed up again and hurriedly asked.

They are all regular customers of 'Gu Ji', they come to eat every day, if there is something really wrong with the food of 'Gu Ji', and someone poisons the wine, they will be quite disturbed.

Everyone stared at Divine Doctor Ye, but Divine Doctor Ye completely ignored them. He just shook his head and checked the pulse. He carefully felt the pulses on Zhang Qiaoan's left and right wrists: "This is wrong!"

"What's wrong!"

Everyone immediately held their breath.

"I only saw a doctor for Zhang Xiaozi last month. He had been sick for a few years, and his stomach has always been very bad and very fragile. I didn't even dare to prescribe heavy medicines. I just took advantage of his young age and took care of it carefully. His sleep is also very problematic, it is a chronic disease!"

Miracle doctor Ye's face was full of surprise, "It's only been a month, why are you all healed? How can you be cured, which miracle doctor did you ask to see you?"

As he said that, Divine Doctor Ye pulled Zhang Qiaoan's eyelids again, and looked at his tongue. Zhang Qiaoan was woken up by his abrupt pulling, and looked blankly at Divine Doctor Ye who was under his eyelids.

"Impossible, the disease is gone, how can it get better so quickly?"

Everyone: "..."

Zhang quickly let go of his heart.

Several diners were stunned, and suddenly turned their heads to look at Gu Xiang, his eyes were shining, Gu Xiang waved his hands hurriedly: "I am not a doctor, Mr. Zhang is a lucky man, luck is good enough, a blessing in disguise, but it has nothing to do with me relation."

Gu Xiang smiled, and explained in a good voice what happened to his snake blood wine.

"My medicinal wine naturally has some effects. If you dare to drink it, I will invite everyone to drink it today and try it."

Gu Xiang saw the terrified expression of Zhang Kuai, and couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, I didn't poison you. However, medicinal wine is useful, but it's just wine. No matter how powerful medicinal wine is, it can't make people get rid of all diseases and live forever. You can’t even live a hundred years.”

(End of this chapter)