Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

Ding Hui's home is in a military compound, an independent courtyard house, simple and generous, and also has a strong history. Visual inspection at least a hundred years of history. For anyone who can live in this kind of house in the north, the house itself is a heavy "business card".

After Jiang Hao entered Ding's home, Ning Tao discovered that he was not the only doctor invited by Ding's family, and there were other doctors. The doctors have special seats, and there are brand names on the table in front of them. The names on those nameplates are very "weight", some are famous old Chinese medicine practitioners in the traditional Chinese medicine circle, and some are famous doctors in town hospitals of large hospitals. He often sees these people publishing professional articles in medical journals, so he feels familiar.

In addition, there is actually a Taoist priest named "Shimizu".

Shimizu should be the Taoist number, not the name.

This rushing situation surprised Ning Tao, but he could understand it. Mr. Ding has a high weight, and there are many disciples in both the military and political circles. He is ill. Would there be fewer people recommending doctors to show Ding's family? He himself was actually Jiang Hao who recommended him to see Ding Ye for his gratitude, otherwise he would not appear here. Unlike those people, however, he had no special seat for this doctor, nor did he introduce his brand name. When he came to the living room, he didn't even know where to sit.

Jiang Hao also seemed a little embarrassed. She pulled Ning Tao into an inconspicuous corner, and deliberately found a topic, "There are actually priests, isn't this a rush to the doctor?"

Ning Tao whispered, "Don't say that. Taoism also has medical skills. Taoism is the national religion of our Chinese nation, and there is also the magic of alchemy and magic."

Jiang Hao looked at Ning Tao with a strange look. "You medical student, do you still believe this?"

Ning Tao smiled, "I believe, why not?"

He is a spiritual master himself, and he has cured a new demon. Just sitting on the top of the living room's teacher's chair, whether the old Taoist slender and closed his eyes and recuperates, could he heal the medicine, the alchemy, or the art of magic? He didn't know this.

When Ning Tao looked at the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Tao. His eyes were special, giving a sense of perspective, as if he could penetrate human soul.

Ning Tao could not help but move, "This old Taoist's eyes are so strange, what did he find?"

When Ning Tao thought this way, the old Taoist priest closed his eyes again, and the brilliance just now seemed like an illusion.

At this time, three people came out of the hallway on the side of the living room. In the middle was a young man in his early thirties, with a Chinese face and a strong and straight body. The whole person gave a "hard state" feeling, which can be seen at a glance. Chu is a soldier.

This young man is Ding Congjun.

Entering the living room with Ding Congjun was a white doctor, and a young man with a bun and a linen Tang costume. The young man was also in his early thirties. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his skin was white, and Sven was handsome, giving the impression that he was a very high-level person.

The white doctor was walking and talking to the man in the Tang suit, and then the man in the Tang suit translated the words of the white doctor to Ding Congjun.

Ding Congjun stopped in the middle of the living room and looked dignified. He did not see Jiang Hao and Ning Tao standing in the humble corner.

People waiting in the living room all got up and walked towards Ding Congjun, seemingly waiting for his decision.

Jiang Hao said, "We also listened to it."

Ning Tao nodded and walked with Jiang Hao.

At this time, Tang Zhuangnan said another sentence, "Dr. Sean said that only by sending the old man to the Wellington Hospital, he would not be able to cure the old man's illness in China. What to do, let the military brother take his own idea."

Ding Congjun's brow frowned. "Brother Yunying, you don't know the temper of the old man. He fought with the so-called United Nations troops on the Peninsula battlefield. He has no interest in the West. If he knew I would send him to Britain He had to scold me to get sick. "

Outside the crowd, Jiang Hao gathered in Ning Tao's ear and whispered, "The man in the Tang suit is called Fan Yeying, and he is a man of means."

Ning Tao just nodded, showing little interest.

Fan Yingying also said, "From the army brother, Wellington Hospital is currently the best private hospital in the world. Dr. Sean is the best brain general practitioner in Wellington Hospital. The advice he gave is not wrong. You should consider it carefully. Just a moment. "

Ding Congjun's face was full of hesitation.

"That British doctor is too particular about speaking?" Said an old TCM doctor named Yan Song. "He suggested that Mr. Ding go to the UK to treat the disease. I don't want to say anything, but he can't cure the disease in China. I disagree. With thousands of years of Chinese medical history, when is it time for Western doctors to talk about it? "

"Elder Yan, Dr. Shawn was invited by me. He is a straight man. If there is any offense, I apologize for him. If you have any comments, we can talk in private. What do you think?" Fan Yeying said.

Yan Song followed with a fist and politely said, "Mr. Fan is polite, and I don't think much about speaking, so Mr. Fan laughed."

Ning Tao was curious. He had read this introduction of Yan Song in a medical magazine and was hailed as "the sacred hand of the world." It was amazing, but unexpectedly he was so polite to Fan Yeying that he was afraid to offend. He couldn't help wondering what kind of person Fan Fanying was?

Ding Congjun looked at Yan Song. "Elder Yan, you've seen my father. I want to hear your opinion."

Yan Song said after a moment of silence: "I was the first person to see Mr. Ding, but ... Please forgive Yan Meng's incompetence. I can't diagnose the cause of Mr. Ding. I have never seen such a disease in my life."

Ding Congjun's eyes swept across the faces of doctors. "You've all seen the situation of your father. Can anyone give a correct diagnosis? Or suggestion."

No one spoke, and the living room was quiet.

Only then did Ning Tao understand that these doctors had already seen Ding Hui. A decent statement is that he is late, and a decent statement is that he is ignored. Ding Congjun may just be because of Jiang Hao's kindness to promise him to come to see Ding Yan for a doctor, but he turned around and forgot him.

Fan Yeying said: "Long Qingshui Road, maybe you try it."

The Daoist, who was still sitting on the teacher's chair, closed his eyes and opened his eyes. He took a look at Fan Yeying, nodded his head, and got up and walked to the corridor. He didn't say a word during the whole process. The look, the attitude was like everyone owed him money.

As soon as Ning Tao's mind moved, his eyes and nose instantly entered the state of sight and smell. In his sight, a body of colorful qi appeared from the body of Shimizu Taoist priests, and there was a little white qi, like a snake, swimming in his advanced weather field, full of spirituality.

With one glance, Ning Tao got the answer he wanted. He secretly said, "This long clear water channel is really unusual. He has aura that exudes spiritual power, but his aura is impure and not pure. A true practitioner. "

The head of Shimizu, who had just entered the corridor entrance, suddenly looked back in the direction of Ning Tao, his eyes were sharp, giving a little eagle-eyed look.

Ning Tao smiled slightly from Kiyomizu-do, and at the same time terminated the state of sight and smell of eyes and nose.

There was a flash of confusion in the long eyes of Kiyomizu this moment, and it seemed to have uncertain doubts about a certain judgment. But for just a second or two, he looked back and walked to the room at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Hao touched Ning Tao's arm. "Come with me."

Ning Tao nodded his head and followed Jiang Hao towards Ding Congjun. Even the neglected rivers and lakes travel doctors are here, so you ca n’t go home because you are neglected?

"Congjun, I brought Dr. Ning." Jiang Hao introduced Ning Tao to Ding Congjun a few steps away.

Ding Congjun's attention then moved to Jiang Hao, and then from Jiang Hao to Ning Tao. Seeing that Ning Tao was casually wearing excessive clothes, there was a small worn-out medicine box in his hand, and he was over twenty years old, and he could not help but frowned. UU Reading at www.uukanshu.com

Ning Tao looked in his eyes, but there was no response on his face. He was "advanced" and so young. For the first time, it was normal for a character like Ding Congjun to have doubts.

Fan Yeying's gaze also fell on Ning Tao's body, which was different from Ding Congjun's reaction. There was a strange light in his eyes.

Jiang Hao walked in front of Ding Congjun with a smile on his face. "Congjun, this is Dr. Ning I told you. He can cure Uncle Ding's illness."

"Cure it?" Ding Congjun looked at Ning Tao with a strange look. "He is so young ... can he do it?"

Jiang Hao said, "Congjun, you don't know how amazing Dr. Ning's medical technique is. My father was paralyzed and the hospital could not be cured. But he got my father stuck with a few silver needles, and ..."

"Little girl, what are you kidding?" Yan Song interrupted Jiang Hao's words, questioning his face, "the stroke was paralyzed, and he tied it with a few silver needles?"

Jiang Hao said: "Not only my father, but Dr. Ning healed a mental patient who was helpless by Chen Guojun."

"What?" Yan Song responded as if he had been kicked. "Chen Guojun is helpless, can he be cured?"

Jiang Hao held out three fingers, with pride in his tone, "and healed in three hours."

As soon as this remark was made, there was an uproar in the living room.

"No, this young man is so powerful?"

"We in the Chinese medical profession say that they are not big or small, and when they are so young, how can I not have any news?"

"I think it's bragging. How can there be such a magical medicine?"

Everything is said, but no one believes it.

Yan Song looked at Ning Tao and said in an elder tone: "Young people want to be down-to-earth, which school did you come from? Or, who is your master?"