The Urban Romance of Miracle Doctor

"In your opinion, how many days will it be effective?" Old yuan smiled.

"Ten days..."

"Ten days is too long. I think six days is enough..."

"If I can cure it, it will take four days..."

"I don't know how old yuan thought it would be better to spend a few days?"

Old yuan smiled and said, "in my opinion, it only takes three days. However, as Wen said, even if it is cured, it can only be managed by himself. If you want to be a normal person, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Old general yuan turned his eyes to one side of yehaoxuan and said with a smile, "in your opinion, how many days can this disease be cured?"

Ye haoxuan shook his head slightly and said, "half an hour is enough..."

At this moment, the whole auditorium was shocked. Is ye haoxuan crazy?

"Where did the goods come from? It takes three days for Mr. Yuan to pretend. He will take half an hour?"

"After the identification, the goods are pretending to be forced. You see, the old man has been paralyzed for many years and can be cured in three days. I think it is the limit. It will take half an hour unless he is an immortal."

"Where did you come from? You are full of nonsense. Don't think you have some ability. Just believe in the goods and open the river."

Half of the audience were furious and expressed dissatisfaction to yehaoxuan.

Even the inheritors of the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine on the same stage don't look very good. This time, the patient has been paralyzed for many years. It will take three days for a master like yuan, and the boy doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. Everyone agrees that his prescription is wise.

But if the cowhide blows too loudly, it may not be a good thing.

Old yuan pressed his hands to calm the scene. Although he didn't agree with yehaoxuan's words that he could cure paralysis in half an hour, old yuan was always unhappy with his appearance. He said calmly: "young people, as doctors, we should be responsible for the patients. We can't ignore our original responsibilities in order to make a big splash."

Yehaoxuan smiled and said, "as a doctor, of course I know my duty, so," he turned to the silent young man and said, "if you believe me, you might as well try it."

The young man hesitated obviously, but he nodded slightly under the confident gaze of yehaoxuan.

He pushed his father to yehaoxuan and said in a deep voice, "please, doctor."

Yehaoxuan glanced at his hands and saw that his hands were covered with calluses. The calluses were deep and seemed to be the calluses of people who often practiced martial arts.

And although the young man was silent and quiet, he had sharp eyes and was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Have you ever learned martial arts?" Yehaoxuan asked in surprise.

"Yes, my family is from Henan Province. I practiced martial arts in Songshan Mountain for eight years." The young man answered truthfully.

"It was originally from Shaolin Temple. No wonder." Yehaoxuan nodded. "Your father's illness was hurt by Yu. Judging from his breath, he should have been in bed for three years."

"Three years."

The young man's eyes were full of hope. Yehaoxuan could see at a glance that his father had been in bed for three years. That said, yehaoxuan was definitely a master of medical ethics. He took his father all over the country. The results were the same. No doctor could do anything about his father's illness.

Some people once advised him that if he was paralyzed, he would be paralyzed. I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up in his life. Instead of running around with his father, he might as well find a place to settle down and let his father spend the rest of his life in peace.

But he never gave up. He knelt down to yehaoxuan and said, "please, doctor. I have no money but only one life. If the doctor can cure my father, my life will be yours in the future."

Yehaoxuan frankly accepted his worship. He said calmly, "get up. Your kneeling shows your filial piety. There is gold under the man's knee. Your worship is worth a thousand gold."

"Thank you, doctor." The young man stood up and stood aside in silence.

When yehaoxuan approached his father, he saw that his father's eyes were dull and he let yehaoxuan hold up his right hand without any reaction.

Yehaoxuan frowned: "your father's heart knot is too heavy. In those years, his Qi pulse was blocked because of the heart knot, so he was crippled. What happened three years ago?"

As soon as yehaoxuan's words were spoken, the people of the eight schools on the stage looked a little less good-looking.

Just now, people from the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine, even Mr. Yuan, diagnosed the patient and reached the same conclusion. The patient was paralyzed by stroke, while yehaoxuan said it was paralyzed by heart knot.

Didn't you hit these people in the face naked?

At that moment, the old man of the typhoid fever sect sneered: "I have only heard that depression hurts the liver, but I have not heard of paralysis caused by depression. This young man really taught me a lesson."

"Hehe, young people's ideas are different from those of the elderly."

"Young man, go back and read more medical books. Your talent is good. Learn more and you will make some achievements in the future. But now, you'd better stand aside." The successor of the Wen Bu school is straightforward.

"Is this Mr. Liu of the Wen Bu school?" Yehaoxuan smiled.

"Yes, I am." Old Liu sneered.

"How about I make a bet with Mr. Liu?"

"How to bet?"

"If I can't make him stand up within half an hour, I won't be involved in the field of traditional Chinese medicine from now on. If I can make him stand up within half an hour, I will own the set of thirty-eight rose life protecting gold needles handed down by Mr. Liu's family. How about that?" Yehaoxuan smiled.

Old Liu suddenly turned pale. This lethal gold needle was handed down from generation to generation by his Wen Bu sect. There were 38 silver needles. Half of the silver needles were dragon and Phoenix heads. It can also be called Dragon and Phoenix life protecting needles.

These needles were meticulously made by ancient medical experts. If you use them for acupuncture, the effect is very good.

But this is the heirloom of Wen Bu sect. If it is used as a bet, he will never allow it.

"This dragon and Phoenix life protecting needle is handed down from generation to generation by our Wenbu sect. It can't be used as a bet. Let's change it to another one. How about I make a bet with a set of stitches?" Lao Dao Liu.

Old Liu is the legend of the warming tonic school. His acupuncture method is superb. The local people call him the king of acupuncture. It is a dream for many people to learn a set of acupuncture methods.

Unexpectedly, ye haoxuan shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in needlework. I'm confident that my needlework is no worse than that of old Liu. If old Liu doesn't dare to gamble, it's OK."

"Arrogant..." old Liu sneered. He was really a boy who didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. He didn't believe that even if he learned acupuncture from his mother's womb, he couldn't compare with the acupuncture he had used for nearly 60 years.

"Well, I'll bet you that as long as you give me a hand to convince me, whether you can cure the patient or not, my dragon and Phoenix Gold needles are yours."

"Well, Mr. Liu is really a straightforward man. That's a deal." Yehaoxuan smiled, arched at old Liu, and then began the treatment.