personal doctor

"Fart is fair and just, everyone's eyes are not blind, you must be partial to the disciples of your own sect." Some martial arts practitioners cursed secretly.The competition is getting more and more fierce. There may be more points in the game tomorrow morning. Mo Zhitao, who only has one more point by then, will not have much advantage over others.

He Dan announced that the game was over, and Mo Zhitao stepped off the stage. He thought about going back to eat and rest, and had a game in the afternoon.

At this time, the fourth patient came over, "Master Momen, can you leave a contact number?"

"Tianjie, leave him your cell phone number." Mo Zhitao nodded.

"Yes, boss." Cen Tianjie gave his mobile phone number to the martial artist.

Mu Ming excitedly said to Mo Zhitao: "Zhitao, you are one point ahead this time, if you continue to compete, your hope will be even greater."

Mu Ming didn't have too much hope for this competition. He thought that he could let Mo Zhitao try first. It would be best if he could win the doctor king. You can come again this year, and you can also let Wulin know that the Yin Yang Gate has risen again.

But now according to Mo Zhitao's competition, he has the hope of competing for the king of doctors, Mu Ming is happy, and their Yin Yang Sect can finally feel proud.

When Mo Zhitao and the others went outside, they saw Master Mieqing guarding there with some Emei disciples.Mu Ming felt guilty, "What are they doing there?"

"Master, if you are afraid, why don't we go back first if you don't come out in the organizing committee?" Mo Zhitao laughed. "I'll ask Tianjie to bring you meals."

"Tch, how could I be afraid?" Mu Ming hesitated and said. "let's go."

"Mu Ming, are you free now?" Mieqing Shi Tai stared at Mu Ming and asked.

Ki Ming shook his head desperately, "I don't have time, I still have to compete with my apprentice, if you really want to compete, you can compare with my apprentice. Or, you can ask that little girl to compete with my apprentice Than can."

Damn, why did the master come up with another trick?Mo Zhitao was speechless in his heart.A master's lover is a lover, isn't my lover not a lover?Let him fight Ji Ruixiang, how could he be willing to fight?After he raped Ji Ruixiang, he hadn't coaxed her well.

"I'm going to fight you." Mieqing teacher said angrily.

"Master, no, mistress, I still have a competition, and the master still needs to tell me something about the competition, or, after the competition tomorrow, you can talk to the master slowly about life, okay? " Mo Zhitao salivated and said.

Mieqing teacher's wife blushed when she heard that Mo Zhitao started calling her teacher's wife.She thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll let that scoundrel Mu Ming go for now, let's go." After finishing speaking, Master Mieqing took Ji Ruixiang and the others away.

Mo Zhitao watched Ji Ruixiang leave, his mouth moved, he wanted to go up and talk to Ji Ruixiang, but Yu Meijing was behind, and he was afraid that the jealousy would be overturned and troublesome.

Just as Mo Zhitao walked halfway, many martial arts professionals came in front of him, "Master Mo, are you free to help me see a doctor?" some martial arts professionals asked.

"I'm sorry, our sect master has to rest, and we have a game in the afternoon?" Cen Tianjie hurriedly followed up.

"That can only be tomorrow," some martial arts practitioners said shyly.

At this time, a voice sounded from behind the crowd, "Cut, what you said just now was so nice, what is it to be a doctor first, it turns out to be empty talk, if someone is sick, can they wait until tomorrow? Doesn't the condition get worse?"

Hearing these mocking words, Kiina's expression changed.If they treated the patients tomorrow, what Mo Zhitao said on stage would be empty words, and others would make fun of them for boasting.

"Zhitao, go eat and rest first, Tianjie and I will help them take a look," Mu Ming said.Cen Tianjie has been with them for so long, and his medical skills are much better than before, and there is no problem with ordinary illnesses.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "No, master, I'll come too." Mo Zhitao looked at the martial arts people behind, there were probably more than 40 people, "Everyone go to the place where we are stationed, we will help you see a doctor."

"Boss, you haven't eaten yet." Lin Zhenqiang said worriedly.

"Yes, Master Mo, you can help me after eating first." The sarcastic martial artist just now felt embarrassed.To be honest, don't say that Mo Zhitao is willing to see a doctor for them, even people from other medical schools, they are not willing, saying that they can't find a manpower to serve the players, and the doctor can only be discussed after the game.

Unlike what Mo Zhitao is doing now, he not only asks the disciples to help them see a doctor, but also plays in person himself, which is really rare.

Mo Zhitao waved his hands and said, "For us martial arts learners, it's okay to skip one or two meals, and it's not like I don't skip meals, I just eat later. Let's go, let's go there."

Mo Zhitao took everyone to the open space in front of the station, and someone had already sat down some small plastic chairs for Mo Zhitao. "Master, let's see who can see faster?" Mo Zhitao thought that he and Mu Ming saw more patients, while Cen Tianjie saw less.

Cen Tianjie has a relatively stable personality. If he feels that he is not sure about a patient, he will hand it over to him or Mu Ming.

"Okay, let's compare." Mu Ming once heard that Mo Zhitao was famous in Macheng District for his fast medical treatment, but he never had the opportunity to compare with Mo Zhitao.

The Yinyangmen behind stand behind with pens and paper, and they are responsible for billing.

"You have a bad stomach, and you often have stomach pains after meals. I will prescribe you a prescription, and you will be fine after seven doses." After Mo Zhitao took the pulse of the first patient, he told the other party's condition .

"Master Mo is so powerful, I have this disease." The patient said happily.People in the medical school are different from the outside world when they see a doctor. They see a doctor first and talk about their condition, and they don't let patients talk about their condition first. This is called strength.

However, people in the medical department generally do not come out to receive consultations. If they go to them, the consultation fee will be very high, so they have to find other doctors to see them.In this competition of the king of doctors, everyone wants to watch the excitement, and secondly, those who are sick can see a doctor, and those who are not can make friends with the doctor.

"Since you're sure, I'll prescribe the prescription." Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "10 grams of roasted licorice, 10 grams of Atractylodes macrocephala..." The disciples of the Yin Yang Sect behind were recording.

The patient took the prescription and left happily. The Doctor King Competition has a rule that no consultation fee will be charged for seeing a doctor here. This is why patients want to find a doctor to see a doctor during the competition.

Like the patient just now, he spent a lot of money in a big hospital, but he didn't take good care of his gastroenteritis, and it always relapsed after a period of time.Mo Zhitao said just now that he would recover after taking seven doses, which made him ecstatic. It seems that it is good for him to come to watch the doctor king competition.

Mo Zhitao sees a doctor very quickly, but he sees 3 people, even if it takes [-] minutes for one person, it takes an hour.Lin Zhenqiang saw that Mo Zhitao had been sitting there not going to eat, and he was anxious beside him.

Another patient arrived. The patient's expression was not right, and he seemed to be suffering.Suddenly, Mo Zhitao stood up and slapped the patient's chest. With a "slap", the patient was sent flying several meters by Mo Zhitao and fell to the ground.

"Why did you hit me?" The patient spat out a mouthful of black blood, then stood up and looked at Mo Zhitao angrily.He came to treat Mo Zhitao, not to be beaten by him.

"Okay, your illness is cured, next one." Mo Zhitao waved his hand.

"What? You didn't see a doctor for me, how did I get better?" the patient asked strangely.

Mo Zhitao said: "I don't need to feel your pulse, I can see that you were injured in a fight with others recently, and your chest often hurts, right?"

"Yes, yes." The patient nodded hurriedly. "Master Mo, you are amazing, but how can you say that I am already cured? Even if you can see where I am sick, you still have to prescribe medicine for me."

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "You don't need to prescribe medicine for this disease. You were hit in the chest by someone else, and there was congestion there, which blocked your Qi and blood. If you don't get rid of the congestion, after a month, you will be dead. The disease becomes a serious disease."

"Is the congestion on my chest gone now?" asked the patient.

"Look at the blood you vomited just now, is it black?" Mo Zhitao said.

The patient looked at the blood he vomited on the ground just now, it was indeed black, "Yes."

"That's right, that's the congestion on your chest. If you spit it out now, you'll be fine. The next patient." Mo Zhitao looked at the back, there were two more patients, and he was about to finish.To be honest, he was also a little hungry, thinking about eating and resting for a while.

"Thank you, Master Mo. If you need my Shouhou in the future, you can send me as much as you want. I will do whatever I can." The martial arts man named Shouhou clasped his fists at Mo Zhitao.He was the one who mocked Mo Zhitao just now, and he finally knew that Mo Zhitao was a benevolent doctor, and he admired him in his heart.

"Shouhou, you're being polite. I'm just seeing a doctor for you. You don't have to do this. You'd better hurry up and practice kung fu to clear the blood in your body." Mo Zhitao waved his hand. "Uncle, sit down and I'll take your pulse." Mo Zhitao said to a 40-year-old martial artist behind him.

Seeing that Mo Zhitao was busy, the thin monkey didn't say anything. He sat on the ground and practiced his inner strength.

When Mo Zhitao prescribed a good prescription for the uncle's cure, the Master of Mieqing ran over too hastily, as if he was about to kill someone.

As soon as Mu Ming saw Master Mieqing approaching, he happened to take the sterilized silver needle handed over by the pockmarked face.He was startled, his hand trembled, and the silver needle in his hand stuck in the pockmarked palm.

"Ah, Master Muming, I'm not a patient, you stab me. What are you doing?" Pockmarked screamed.

The pockmarked face is very exciting to see the treatment, so he thought of helping everyone by the side, so that he can boast that he is very good at healing.But he didn't expect to be stabbed by Mu Ming with a silver needle as soon as he helped out.

"Mu Ming, get out of here." Master Mieqing said anxiously to Mu Ming.

"Master Mieqing, I, didn't I tell you just now? I'm not free right now. If you have something important to do, I'll talk about it after the game when I'm free." Mu Ming said fearfully.He didn't know why, seeing Mieqing Shitai now was like a mouse seeing a cat.

Mieqing Master stomped her feet anxiously, "Come out quickly, I'm going to be scared to death, I can't wait. If you don't have time, just ask your apprentice to follow me, hurry up!" It's like something big happened.