Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 450 Don't Believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine

"Broken money?"

The taxi driver was taken aback when he heard the words, and his expression immediately became tense: "Doctor Zhao, is what you said true?"

"That's natural."

Zhao Yifan smiled, pointed to the traffic light and said, "Let's go."

"oh oh."

Only then did the taxi driver come to his senses, and said nervously while driving: "Doctor Zhao, then you mean that I'm going to be unlucky, don't you? How much money do I have to lose?"

"Unfortunately, that's not the case."

Zhao Yifan smiled, waved his hand and said, "It's just a small fortune, at most 100 yuan."

As soon as the words fell, the taxi driver saw the traffic police at the intersection ahead, motioned to himself to pull over and stop, and hurriedly stopped on the side of the road according to the traffic police's command.

"Hello, Comrade Traffic Police."

The taxi driver opened the window and said to the traffic police with a flattering smile.

"Driver's license, take out the driver's license and let me have a look."

The traffic policeman nodded and said in a businesslike manner.

The taxi driver quickly took out his ID and handed it to the traffic policeman, "Comrade traffic policeman, I don't seem to have violated the regulations, right?"

The traffic policeman ignored him, opened the ID card, took a closer look, handed it back to him, and said indifferently: "You are not allowed to make and receive calls while driving, don't you know? I saw you seem to be answering and answering the phone just now, right? "

Only then did the taxi driver suddenly realize that the traffic police saw him answering the phone just now. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot just now, and I will never do it again next time."

"Well, next time it's next time, but this time you still have to be punished."

The traffic policeman said in a business-like manner: "The fine is 100 yuan, and I will pay the fine at the traffic police brigade by myself." As he spoke, he issued a ticket and handed it to the taxi driver.

The taxi driver did not accept the ticket, but looked at Zhao Yifan in shock, and couldn't help saying, "Dr. Zhao, you are really amazing, it's really 100 yuan!"

"What's the matter?"

When the traffic policeman heard this, he frowned and said, "100 yuan seems like a small fine? Then should I issue two more tickets for you?"

"No need, no need."

The taxi driver hurriedly said with a flattering smile, and took over the fine.

The traffic policeman waved his hand and signaled him to leave.

After these two small episodes, the taxi driver almost regarded Zhao Yifan as a master of "smart fortune telling", and even stopped calling Dr. Zhao, and called Master Zhao directly.

"...Master Zhao, here we are, the nursing home is in front of us."

When arriving at the gate of the nursing home, the taxi driver said to Zhao Yifan respectfully.

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Yifan said, "How much?"

"No money, no money Master Zhao."

The taxi driver waved his hands again and again, and said with an apologetic smile, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known my wife was pregnant. Besides, it's only so much money, how could I have the nerve to ask you for it?"

What you said made Zhao Yifan speechless immediately. What do you mean if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know my wife was pregnant?

Dare to feel that his wife is pregnant, or is it his own credit?
But with such a small amount of money, Zhao Yifan wouldn't be able to take advantage of the taxi driver. He dropped 100 yuan and said, "It's not easy for you. You don't have to be polite. Besides, this is the money you should earn." After finishing speaking , he turned and got out of the car.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao."

When the taxi driver saw it, he grabbed the money and got out of the car. After chasing after Zhao Yifan, he wanted to give him the money no matter what, and said, "If you give me the money, you really look down on me."

Zhao Yifan glanced at him and said, "If you have anything to do, just talk about it."

"Hey, it really is Master Zhao."

The taxi driver scratched his head and smiled embarrassingly: "Master, can you show me a way out? I really don't want to drive this taxi anymore. I have been driving this taxi for more than ten years. I have worked hard and can't make money. Got the money." Then, he took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhao Yifan's hands together with the 100 yuan.

At this time, an Audi car with a Kyoto license plate stopped beside it, and Liang Bin and Feng Lao got out of the car.

Seeing Zhao Yifan, the two were slightly taken aback.

"Master, I didn't make much money today, and I'm here. I know that the price will not be low for an expert like you. For the sake of my sincerity, please give me some pointers, okay." No master?"

The taxi driver said seriously: "I beg you, just do the fortune telling and give me some pointers..."

"Zhao Yifan, what are you doing?"

Hearing what the taxi driver said, Liang Bin frowned, feeling a little ashamed in his heart. What exactly does Zhao Yifan do?How come you still learn from those charlatans and start counting people's lives?What an embarrassment to the medical profession!

"What a joke!"

Elder Feng flicked his sleeves, and with a gloomy face, he walked quickly into the nursing home.

"Old Feng, wait for me."

Before Zhao Yifan could answer, seeing Elder Feng leaving first, Liang Bin hesitated for a moment, then quickened his pace to catch up with Elder Feng.

"It's really weird."

Zhao Yifan frowned, and since he didn't provoke them, these two seemed quite unhappy, which is really strange.

"...Uh, Master Zhao, I...did I say something wrong just now?"

Seeing this, the taxi driver looked guilty and looked at Zhao Yifan cautiously.

"It's none of your business."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand, took a deep look at the taxi driver, thought for a while, and said, "For the sake of your sincerity, I'll just tell you casually, believe it or not."

"I believe it, of course I do."

The taxi driver was overjoyed when he heard this, and looked at Zhao Yifan respectfully.

"In your situation, I think it's suitable for you to open a restaurant."

Zhao Yifan said seriously: "I think you should have learned to cook before, right?"

"Master Zhao, you are really the reincarnation of a living god!"

The taxi driver was shocked again, gave Zhao Yifan a thumbs up, nodded repeatedly and said: "When I was young, I did learn cooking, and later I opened a restaurant by myself, but it closed down due to losses. I drove a taxi..." At this point, he hesitated to speak, wanted to say something, but dared not say it.

"Do not worry."

Zhao Yifan understood what he meant, smiled lightly, and said, "The past was the past, and the present is the present. However, if you want to open a restaurant, you have to wait until your wife gives birth to a son before you can open it. If you open it now, you will still lose money." of."

"Why is this... huh? Master Zhao, you said my wife will give birth to a son for me?"

The taxi driver was shocked and looked at Zhao Yifan ecstatically.

"Well, that's right, it's a son. You can find a doctor you know later and ask quietly."

Zhao Yifan nodded and said seriously: "Remember what I said, after your son is born, you will sell the taxi to open a restaurant. If you open it now, you will still lose money, understand?"

"I understand Master Zhao."

The taxi driver kept his words firmly in his heart, nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you, Master Zhao."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand.

The taxi driver hurriedly said, "Master Zhao, please go slowly."

Zhao Yifan nodded, and quickly walked towards the nursing home. When he reached the door, the guard stopped him and asked politely, "What's the matter?"

"My name is Zhao Yifan."

Zhao Yifan said.

"Please come in."

The guard had been notified by Mr. Gong's family before, and immediately nodded and smiled at Zhao Yifan, and said, "Mr. Gong lives in No. [-] courtyard."

"Thank you."

Zhao Yifan hummed and walked in along the road.

This sanatorium was clearly divided out on purpose, far away from the downtown area, and the residences inside were not all kinds of gorgeous villas, but similar to small farmhouses, with the yards separated by more than ten meters, making it easy to get through the door.

Green weeping willows were planted on both sides of the road, and there were tables, chairs and benches. Zhao Yifan saw two old people playing chess there, and there were several old people around them, making moves and making suggestions one after another.

When we arrived at the gate of No. [-] courtyard, Zhao Yifan knocked on the gate when he saw it was closed. Suddenly, a vigilant voice came from a small speaker in the corner of the gate: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Yifan cast a glance and said, "I was introduced by Mr. Lin. I heard that Mr. Gong is ill. Come and have a look."

"Oh, please wait a moment."

About a minute later, a young man in military uniform walked out quickly, opened the door, frowned slightly when he saw Zhao Yifan, and said, "Are you the doctor Zhao introduced by Mr. Lin?"

"Ah."

Zhao Yifan nodded.

"come in."

The young man introduced himself and said, "My name is Gong Lin."

"Ah hello."

Zhao Yifan said casually, and followed Gong Lin to the inside.

On both sides of the courtyard, there is reclaimed land, where various vegetables are planted, and there is even a grape trellis. Under the grape trellis, there is a small table and a few chairs.

It looks like a pastoral life.

"Are you a Chinese medicine doctor or a Western medicine doctor?"

While Zhao Yifan was looking at the situation in the courtyard, Gong Lin was also looking at Zhao Yifan calmly.

"Chinese medicine."

Zhao Yifan looked away.

"Oh?"

Gong Lin frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "What's your relationship with Mr. Lin?"

"Does this have anything to do with healing?"

When Zhao Yifan heard his words, he knew in his heart that it seemed that Elder Lin hadn't told the Gong family about his relationship with him.

Gong Lin stopped, took a deep look at Zhao Yifan, and said, "My grandfather doesn't believe in Chinese medicine. Didn't Mr. Lin tell you about this?"

"Not really."

Zhao Yifan was startled, shook his head, and thought to himself, senior brother is really asking for trouble for himself, since Mr. Gong doesn't believe in Chinese medicine, why did senior brother ask him to come here?
But after thinking about it, Zhao Yifan understood that it must be that Mr. Gong and Mr. Lin had a very good relationship, and Mr. Gong's illness was more difficult and complicated. Mr. Lin only believed in himself, so he could only let himself come over.

(End of this chapter)