The Greatest Daoist Miracle Doctor

When the East is white, Ye Feng wakes up from entering Ding and stretches his body slightly. He only hears a crackling sound between the fascia. The stronger his body is, the closer he is to entering the prefecture level.

This can't help but make Ye Feng once again take a new look at the outstanding role of Centennial Polygonatum.

It seems that when the two remaining Huangjing pills are used up, we must find another way to find the treasure of genius.

After a bit of washing, Ye Feng, as always, went up the mountain to practice boxing, and then returned to xinglinchun early.

Because, from today on, Ye Feng promised the neighbors of Wisteria avenue to have a free clinic for three days.

Sure enough, just after Ye Feng finished his breakfast, some patients came to xinglinchun clinic.

There were a lot of people, Hu San patiently handed out the sequence number next to each other.

Ye Feng also sat at the table and began the first day of free clinic.

With yesterday's sufferings together, today, the patients look at Ye Feng again, and feel more cordial. This is the little miracle doctor that we all worked together to get out of the police station. This is our own man.

With such a feeling of trust, Ye Feng's diagnosis and treatment today went smoothly.

More than an hour later, more than a dozen people have been treated.

Just at this time, I heard the door of the clinic move. A middle-aged man in black came in with a big step.

This man, combed with delicate and neat hair style, wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie, black bright shoes.

All over, spotless, and even hands, also wearing a pair of white gloves.

An ordinary looking face, without a trace of emotion.

At a glance, it was as if this person was born without any expression.

This man is obviously not the neighbor of Wisteria Avenue.

Hu San, however, welcomed him for the first time and said with a smile, "coming? Do you want to see a doctor? It's going to take a while to see a doctor. There are so many people at the moment. Here, I'll give you a number. There are more than twenty people ahead

Hu San said and handed a number paper with "No. 43" to the visitor.

However, the man still looked at the simple xinglinchun without expression. Then, he gently separated Hu San and strode to Yefeng's table.

Slightly owe owe body, the man to ye fenggong voice said: "Dr. ye, can you please move, a visit?"

Ye Feng was writing a prescription for the patient in front of him. After listening to the man's words, he didn't look up. Instead, he insisted on writing the prescription, handed it to Hu San, and told the patient in detail what to pay attention to.

Until the patient left happily, Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the man in black who suddenly appeared. With a smile, he said, "I'm sorry, I can't go out today. So many patients are here. If I go out, what should the patients do?"

Waiting patients, listening to Ye Feng's words, can't help but feel relieved.

However, the middle-aged man, listening to Ye Feng's words, was not in a hurry. He reached into his arms and took out a stack of check paper from his arms. Then, he took out a black pen with a simple style, carefully unscrewed the cap, brushed on the check paper and carefully wrote down a series of numbers.

Then, he carefully tore it off and gently pushed it in front of Ye Feng, still expressionless and persistently said, "Dr. ye, I understand your difficulty. This point of mind makes up for your loss. Would you mind driving out to see a doctor

The patients waiting in the room, seeing this scene, can't help but calm down and look anxiously at Ye Feng and the man in black.

Hu San stretched his neck for the first time and glanced at the check that was not often seen.

After only one look, he was so surprised that he widened his eyes and cried in a low voice, "Oh, I'll go. Fifty thousand dollars?"

Hu Sany opened his mouth and became an "O" shape.

The patients in the room were snoring. And then, more nervous.

Today, Ye Feng treats his neighbors, but he doesn't charge a cent for the free clinic. However, this master has given out 50000 yuan and has to ask Ye Feng to go out for the clinic.

No one can understand the difference between free clinic and 50000 yuan.

I'm afraid the patients can't help but think about the cold.

However, looking at Ye Feng again, he just glanced at the check and said with a smile, "next!"

"Next?" After listening to this sentence, people were puzzled for a moment. However, a moment later, it was reflected that Ye Feng meant not to go out and continue to see a doctor for the neighbors!

The patients could not help cheering.

Next patient's family member, is hastily mixes supports the patient, sat on the diagnosis stool.

"Dr. ye, my mother has been dizzy since the day before yesterday. Her limbs are numb. She can't drop water. She vomites when she eats something or drinks a little water. Yesterday, I vomited dozens of times. Today, I have no spirit. Please show it to me quickly The patient's family, holding the old mother on the stool, said anxiously.Ye Feng saw that the old woman was over seventy years old. She was pale and tired. She couldn't sit still. With her eyes closed, she couldn't even speak. She looked very serious.

Ye Feng also stretched out his three fingers and reached the old man's Cun Guan Chi. He closed his eyes and felt his pulse.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and said: "pulse string, two feet tiny. Open your mouth and let me have a look at the coating on your tongue. Well, the coating on your tongue is thin and greasy. The old man's disease is caused by anger. The liver wood invades the stomach, and the stomach qi can't go down, so you can vomit what you eat! "

The patient's family member hears speech, can't help worrying ground to ask: "that can cure?"

"Of course! It's not hard. " As Ye Feng spoke, he stood up and walked to his room.

I didn't pay any attention to the middle-aged man in black.

The man in black frowned slightly, but he was not annoyed at all. He quietly reached out and took back the check. Then, without leaving in a hurry, he stood quietly at the table, a place that was not in the way.

But see Ye Feng, already from his room, took out a small box of cashmere, carefully knead up, a total of 14 rice grain of cashmere dough.

After that, he motioned to the patient to stretch out his hands. Ye Feng gently placed the rice sized wormwood on a acupoint in the middle finger of the patient's hands.

Then, he lit a thread of incense, and Ye Feng, holding the incense in his hand, cautiously lit the wormwood with the incense head.

Ye Feng used it very carefully.

The reason is that these wormwood were collected and made by Ye Feng himself in the fifth year of Zhongnanshan. After repeatedly drying the pestle, hammering, crushing, and screening out impurities and dust, they are as soft and fine as cotton, with excellent quality and without any impurities.

Once ignited, it immediately emits a refreshing fragrance. After a while, it burns out.