hilarious soldier king

Chapter 338
On the street, in the shade.

Zhang Sheng opened the folding chair and sat down, then spread a piece of canvas with the words "Free Clinic" on the ground to make a simple booth, put another folding chair opposite, and then waited quietly.

After learning that the goal of this task is to make money, he quickly turned his brains, knowing that using conventional methods, if he wants to use 100 yuan to double ten times to 1000 yuan in one day, there is basically no hope, and he can only use very Conventional means, such as stealing, begging, cheating, cheating, etc...

Needless to say, stealing and snatching are definitely not useful. He has no doubts that if someone does this, even if they get money to open a house, they will be eliminated. This is a matter of principle, and it is absolutely not honorable. bump!

As for the two kinds of begging, he really can't face it, and it is unlikely that he can get 900 yuan by begging. After all, this is not Dubai, and there will be no beggars with a monthly income of hundreds of thousands.

None of these methods worked, and the only thing left was to cheat, and he couldn't do it if the circumstances were bad, but like Xu Yan, he could still do it by beating the edge.

So, he came here, set up a free clinic brand, and planned to use his understanding of Chinese medicine and appropriate means to earn money for opening a house.

There was no yelling or publicity, and he just sat quietly, waiting for someone to come over. He believed that because Chinese people love to watch the excitement and love petty gains, someone will definitely pay attention.

In fact, that was exactly the case. Not long after he sat down, someone surrounded him curiously.

An aunt in her fifties pointed to the signboard in front of Zhang Sheng and said, "What do you mean by writing free clinic?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, look and hear and ask." The old god Zhang Sheng said, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, neither deliberately getting close nor alienating.

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, look, smell and ask, is it accurate!" the aunt doubted.

"Anyway, I don't need money, and I just have a look and ask to feel the pulse. If you don't take medicine or get an injection, there is no harm in letting me diagnose it, isn't it?" Zhang Sheng asked back.

"Feel my pulse!" said the middle-aged aunt.

A companion next to him teased the middle-aged aunt, and persuaded him: "Old Qin, this man is so young, what can he do, he must be a liar, don't charge money for selling medicine or something..."

"Are you going to collect money again soon?" The middle-aged aunt asked vigilantly.

"will not!"

"You don't sell medicine either?"

"Do you think I have medicine on me?"

Zhang Sheng looked calm, and the middle-aged aunt couldn't help believing it, and said, "Everyone listen, you said that you don't want money and don't sell medicine, and I won't give it even if you want it later." The palm reaches out to him.

Zhang Sheng took her palm and put it on his knee, his five fingers naturally rested on her wrist, and he began to make a diagnosis quietly.

After a while, Zhang Sheng put down the palm of the middle-aged aunt with a smile, and said: "Recently, maintain a regular life, insist on physical exercise as much as you can, eat less animal fat, eat more vegetables and fruits, eat a normal diet, don't smoke and drink , more sunshine..."

What he said was nonsensical, and everyone was confused. Many people began to discuss in low voices, but the middle-aged aunt's heart was suspended, and she said anxiously: "Young man, is there something wrong with my body?" question?"

That's how people are, even if they don't trust Zhang Sheng, but at this moment, after hearing him talking about it without thinking, the middle-aged beating aunt still can't help but feel worried.

"It's nothing, it's just menopause." Zhang Sheng said lightly.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged aunt blushed immediately, while her companion exclaimed, obviously surprised and why Zhang Sheng could see it.

The expressions of the two fell into the eyes of everyone, and everyone was not a fool, and immediately understood that the young man in front of him really had two brushes.

Many people admired it, and some open-minded aunts even joked: "Young man, you know a lot, even menopause, do you understand irregular menstruation?"

"Young man, help me take a look too!" A 70- to [-]-year-old lady came out of the crowd and sat opposite Zhang Sheng and said.

"Aunt, you have arthritis!" Zhang Sheng didn't feel his pulse, but said directly.

"Young man, you can see it before you feel the pulse?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, but it's not just about feeling the pulse. It's just one of the means. Just now I saw that your walking posture is not right. When you sit down, you are also cautious. Obviously, you are afraid of touching the sore spot, so I It turns out you have arthritis!"

Zhang Sheng talked eloquently and explained the basis of judgment in a simple and simple way. When the old lady asked him in admiration if he had a good way to treat him, Zhang Sheng said, "Why don't I give you a massage!"

Zhang Sheng took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together in front of him, and then pressed the old lady's knee lightly and lightly. After doing this, he stopped in just three or five strokes and let the old lady move.

The old lady did as she said, and she felt much more relaxed. She looked at Zhang Sheng in surprise, and said, "Young man, you are amazing. My arthritis often recurs, and medicine and injections don't work. I didn't expect you to press it a few times. Symptoms are getting better."

"It's just stimulating the acupoints, it's just a temporary relief, it's still far away!" Zhang Sheng shook his head modestly, telling the acupoints and massage techniques.

After diagnosing two people one after another, they both said that they had the symptoms, and they never mentioned things like collecting money or selling medicines, and everyone immediately became enthusiastic.

Next, he diagnosed a few more people. Zhang Sheng kept looking around, but he couldn't see any suitable targets. He could only continue to diagnose. This time, a young guy came.

The young guy sat down and said with interest, "Doctor, show me your pulse too!"

Zhang Sheng pulled his arm to help him feel his pulse, and then put his pulse to his ear to listen, solemnly said: "Drive less, take bus or walk more; drink less drinks, drink more boiled water; try your best at home Don't use the air conditioner; don't eat out, especially seafood."

"Doctor, what's the matter with him? Is he sick?" Someone next to him wondered that Zhang Sheng had diagnosed several people from the beginning to now, but he had never been so serious.

"En!" Zhang Sheng nodded.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many looked at the young man with pity. The latter's face suddenly changed, and he blushed and said thickly, "You are talking nonsense. I am in good health. How could I be sick?"

"Aren't you sick? Let me tell you that your illness is so serious that you're almost terminally ill!" Zhang Sheng said with a sly smile. .

"I don't believe it!" The young man yelled: "You said what disease I have, if you can't tell me, I will never end with you!"

"Poor disease!"

Zhang Sheng spat out two words lightly, which immediately silenced the young man.

Everyone was dumbfounded and laughed out loud.

"This guy is so funny!"

"Haha, I really laughed to death."

"It can't be done, the laughing tits hurt, both of them hurt!"

Everyone roared with laughter, and the young man ran away in despair.

After Zhang Sheng left, he glanced around to find the target, but saw a lady in her forties stopped, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he knew that the opportunity had come, and said: "This big sister, please stay!"

(End of this chapter)