personal doctor

"Director Mo, I know you have some skills, you must help the **** this time, okay?" Min Xiaoyan looked at Mo Zhitao pleadingly.

"Is it because I helped **** this time, so you will be my girlfriend?" Mo Zhitao deliberately smiled.

"You, are you really trying to force me?" Min Xiaoyan's face changed, and she scolded angrily: "I didn't expect you to be that kind of person."

Seeing Min Xiaoyan angry, Mo Zhitao hurriedly said: "Xiaoyan, don't be angry, I was just joking with you, how could I be that kind of person? This time, I will definitely help **** .”

"Hmph," Min Hyo-yeon snorted heavily.

"Do you need my help now?" Mo Zhitao asked Min Xiaoyan.

Min Xiaoyan said: "No need, I have already called two students to come over to help, and it has been packed."

Mo Zhitao turned his head and saw that Xuanxuan was also packing up some tables and chairs there. "This big classroom can accommodate more than 500 people, right? Is it too small?" Mo Zhitao asked worriedly.

"No, if two or three hundred people can come, it's a good thing, I'm afraid it will be cold." Min Xiaoyan said with a bitter face. "After what happened to Mr. Zeng, freshmen and sophomores at the University of Chinese Medicine wanted to transfer to another department, but now most of the students who come here are juniors or postgraduate students." It is also impossible to switch departments.

If a junior student transfers to a department, they will be a senior in the next semester, and they will also go for an internship. It is also unrealistic to transfer a department.

No wonder there were not many people in the classroom when Li Guangke was in class that day!However, Mo Zhitao was still very confident, he said to Min Xiaoyan: "No, I'm here."

"Oh," Min Xiaoyan sighed secretly in her heart when she heard Mo Zhitao's bragging.

At 100:[-], Li Guangke came over, and now there are some students in the classroom. According to Min Xiaoyan's introduction, those students are all juniors or research students, there are only more than [-] students, and other freshmen, freshmen and sophomores did not come.

Seeing this situation, Li Guangke's face immediately turned green. This was obviously a cold break, and those freshmen, freshmen, and sophomores asked to be transferred.If this continues, the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine will be closed.

"Ring, ring, ring." Li Guangke's cell phone rang, and after he answered the call, his face became even more ugly.

"******, what's wrong?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"That Qiu Yuan actually told those freshman and sophomore Chinese medicine students that he would agree if they want to transfer. So, those freshmen and sophomores won't be able to come." Li Guangke said angrily. "How could that Qiu Yuan do this? I must go to the principal to complain about him."

Mo Zhitao was taken aback, Qiu Yuan was Qiu Jiahao's father, maybe because of Qiu Jiahao's matter, Qiu Yuan hated Li Guangke, and he wanted to take revenge on the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "******, now let me go to the podium to create some atmosphere, okay?"

"Zhitao, it's useless, they don't want to come over." Li Guangke shook his head and said.

"Teacher, how do you know if you haven't tried it?" Mo Zhitao smiled.

Seeing what Mo Zhitao said, Li Guangke didn't stop him.So, Mo Zhitao walked to the podium, cleared his throat and said, "Students, I am a graduate student of Mr. Li Guangke. There are still a few minutes before class starts. Now I will show you the magic of Chinese medicine."

"The magic of Chinese medicine?" The students below shouted, "Who are you? Don't brag, what's so amazing about Chinese medicine? Even Teacher Li Guangke dared not say that. Waiting on people in the hospital."

Min Hyo-yeon in the back frowned when she heard the student shout.She asked Xuanxuan beside her, "Xuanxuan, do you know that student?"

"I don't know, it's strange. I've met all the students I've notified this time. It seems that this student is a little embarrassed." Xuanxuan said strangely.

"Could it be that he came from another college, and he wants to make trouble?" Min Xiaoyan was taken aback, the student's words seemed to be kicking the floor.The other colleges went too far, and they didn't do it like this when they wanted to rob students, and they even sent people over to play games.

When Mo Zhitao saw someone talking to him, he was very happy. "That classmate, if you don't believe in my Chinese medicine skills, you can try it on stage, and I will let you know how amazing Chinese medicine is, and what an honor it is for you to be Chinese medicine doctors."

"Come on, try it, I'll go up now, what's wrong with me?" the student stood up while talking, he wanted to make Mo Zhitao look bad.

Let Min Xiaoyan guess right, this student is from the Department of Clinical Medicine, they were sent by Qiu Yuan to play.This time it wasn't just him, but a few of their companions.Qiu Yuan promised that if they succeed in this matter, they can stay and work in the affiliated hospital after graduation.

Mo Zhitao watched the student walk up to the podium, and said, "You are sick."

"What's wrong with me?" The student gave Mo Zhitao a contemptuous look, "It seems that you are worse than Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng at least took the patient's pulse and misdiagnosed it. You didn't even take the pulse, so you are talking nonsense. It seems that we still have to transfer departments. Even if I am a junior, I still want to transfer, and I can no longer waste my time and life in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Mo Zhitao couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the students' provocative words.This student seemed to have intentions. He said that those junior middle school doctors might transfer to another department.

Sure enough, some junior middle school doctors sitting below also called out, "*****, is that your student? Is he a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine or a physiognomy teacher? How can he diagnose other people's illnesses without taking the pulse?" Woolen cloth?"

When Li Guangke heard it, he secretly screamed that it was terrible, why did Mo Zhitao diagnose the disease like this?If junior students also want to transfer departments, their Chinese medicine school will be closed next year.

"He is my student." Li Guangke said with a bitter face. "Listen to what he has to say first."

"That's right, listen to what I have to say first, that student, do you have a heart attack?" Mo Zhitao looked at the student and asked.

"Ah," the student was secretly surprised. He also found out that he had a heart attack during the school physical examination last week. "You, how do you know? No, I'm not sick, don't talk nonsense. You didn't feel my pulse, so you must be talking nonsense. "

Mo Zhitao said coldly: "Are you sick? You can ask Teacher Li Guangke to give you a pulse. If you still don't believe in ****'s diagnosis, you can do an electrocardiogram. This is very simple. The Department of Clinical Medicine has an electrocardiogram machine."

Min Xiaoyan saw that the student's face changed, she hurriedly called out: "I'll call someone to bring it over now."

"No need, I, Li Guangke, still have the self-confidence. I can tell if he has a heart attack. If he doesn't believe it, you can do other tests." Li Guangke said.

That student is a clinical medicine student, and he has always looked down on Chinese medicine.Traditional Chinese medicine has no scientific basis, it is all based on guesswork.That Zeng Zisai is like this, so there will be a misdiagnosis.

If it is their Western medicine, after a series of examinations, it will be clear what the disease is, and they will follow the relevant treatment plan.Therefore, the student was lucky and hoped that Li Guangke would also be misdiagnosed, so that he would have made great contributions.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay, ****, please feel my pulse."

"En," Li Guangke stepped onto the podium, feeling the pulse of the students.

As for the students of other clinical medicine departments in the audience, they immediately used their mobile phones to post what happened here in the form of Weibo.Li Guangke's students didn't need to feel their pulse, they could tell other people's illnesses just by looking at them, and a second teacher Zeng appeared.

After Li Guangke took the student's pulse, he said: "Student, you really have a heart attack. I will write a prescription for you. You should take it for seven days before coming back for a follow-up visit."

"Ah," the students in the audience exclaimed.These students are Chinese medicine students. They know how powerful Li Guangke's medical skills are. If Li Guangke dared to say that the students on the stage had a heart attack, [-]% of them were heart attacks. There was nothing wrong with that.

Mo Zhitao looked at the student and said, "Student, do you believe it now? If you don't believe it, someone can send an electrocardiogram machine to check."

"No need, I believe ****'s diagnosis." The student said deliberately. "I didn't expect you to guess right."

"I'm not guessing, I diagnosed it with Chinese medicine." Mo Zhitao said seriously.

"How is this possible? You didn't help me feel the pulse. How could you diagnose it?" the student shouted loudly, he wanted to make a game here.

Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "All heart disease is due to yang deficiency. If yang qi is insufficient, yin blood will not grow. Chinese medicine pays attention to observation, hearing, and questioning. When you came to the stage just now, your steps were frivolous, which shows that yang qi is insufficient. From the audience On stage, if normal people don’t have heart abnormalities, but your heart beats weakly, what’s wrong with you if you don’t have a heart attack?”

"Wow? Chinese medicine is really so amazing?" The Chinese medicine students in the audience shouted again. "That handsome guy, how did you see it? How can you see it at once?" A beautiful female student stood up and looked at Mo Zhitao bewilderedly.

Traditional Chinese medicine uses the four steps of "look, smell, ask and cut" to make a diagnosis. Mo Zhitao, a handsome guy, can diagnose other people's illness with only the first step. She is so handsome and she is so loved.

"Well, it's very amazing. As long as everyone can work hard, they will definitely learn the essence of Chinese medicine." Mo Zhitao nodded, "Also, that female classmate who keeps smiling at me, you don't have to call me a handsome guy, call me Mo The teacher will do."

"Ms. Mo, how much is your mobile phone? I want to see you at night." A girl with a face full of acne and a tall, basin-like face stood up and looked at Mo Zhitao, drooling.

Mo Zhitao was taken aback. He hurriedly said, "The teacher's mobile phone is confidential and cannot be given to others casually."

"You don't need to listen to his nonsense, he may have guessed his condition correctly once." Another male student stood up and questioned Mo Zhitao. "Mr. Mo, can you still use your eyes to diagnose what disease I have?"

This boy is also a clinical medicine student. He is very healthy. He thought that he would pretend to be very sick for a while and ask Mo Zhitao to diagnose and treat him. Mo Zhitao would definitely misdiagnose him.