Young Medical Sage

After interacting with the Professor Wu for the past few days, Qin Yue had understood what it meant to be a mature man. The schemes of the Professor Wu were simply too many, he did not know how many things he had taken from him.

He had to keep his mouth shut, or this old man would find out everything about his Goldfinger.

Each time, he would only treat himself to a meal as his own reputation. He would pour wine for him every time, and each time, he would be carried back to pay for the bill by the way.

"Forget it."

Qin Yue was a little conflicted: "Every time, I'll have to trouble you to pay for it."

When he said "I have spent my money," Qin Yue's tone was especially harsh.

After all, every time he said he would treat Qin Yue to a drink, he would always have to blame Qin Yue for that. If he said so much, it would make him drunk as well.

"This isn't about eating."

"What's the point of not eating?" Qin Yue frowned, he looked at Professor Wu, in his heart, he wondered what the hell was going on? What sort of trap was it waiting for him to crawl into?

"I do have an opinion on something."

The Professor Wu was unperturbed, waiting for Qin Yue to guess.

But Qin Yue did not follow suit, he took two steps back, his eyes full of vigilance, and said to Professor Wu: "I'm going back to accompany my opponent."

With that, Qin Yue opened the door of the office and was about to push open.

Professor Wu had never seen such a boring person, even more so than their doctors. He did not know how to joke around, all he could think of was money, going back home on time, and not having the habit of going out at all. Not even when they were young.

He sighed deeply, and looked at Qin Yue with a complicated expression, and said: "The matter is like this."

Most of the hospitals there knew his name, so they had to go out and consult with him. This time, he was planning to bring Qin Yue to meet with a patient whose symptoms were very strange, it could be said that he had not seen any case in modern Chinese medicine before. The Professor Wu was very interested in this patient, but he did not have the confidence to solve this problem.

However, since Qin Yue was a freak, Professor Wu felt that Qin Yue had ideas, and decided to bring Qin Yue along. Even if Qin Yue had no other choice, Professor Wu also planned to let his comrades see the true charm of Chinese medicine, a Chinese medicine with Innate Qi.

After hearing Professor Wu's explanation, Qin Yue thought for a while.

If he followed the Professor Wu for a consultation or something, there would definitely be a lot of trouble, such as a certain someone not liking him for his ridicule, and his follower coming out to find trouble with him, etc., etc., no matter how he thought about it, Qin Yue felt that it was not a good thing, and only had one word in his eyes when he looked at the Professor Wu.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse."

"No, I refuse."

"The medical fee is 40 thousand, 50%."

Professor Wu immediately stated his conditions. "Bag food, bag ticket, bag tour."

Hearing that, Qin Yue took a deep breath and said: "Do you think I am that kind of person?"

However, when Professor Wu heard these words, he knew that there was definitely hope. He hurriedly said: "You six, I four."

"Three to seven."

Professor Wu gritted his teeth as he looked at Qin Yue and said, "You are really ruthless."

"Three against seven for you."

Qin Yue added.

"Alright."

"Deal."

Qin Yue had never touched money before. All the money was in Xue Ling's card and he did not like money, so he did not know whether Xue Ling was pretty or not.

"How am I beautiful?" Xue Ling, who was wearing a new set of clothes, turned in a circle in front of Qin Yue and said.

"Beautiful."

"The clothes are beautiful, but I'm still the prettiest."

"They're all beautiful, hehehe."

In the dead of night, the room was filled with the sounds of 'heh heh' for an entire night.

Qin Yue did not have much expectation for the high speed rail to be able to help him with the consultation process. Although his knowledge and experience was at a high level, he was still inexperienced.

To a doctor, experience was the only thing that was hard to bear. This was something that Qin Yue had figured out during his time in the hospital, and was the only thing that was lacking.

Professor Wu only glanced at Qin Yue once, and didn't say much as he started to rest with his eyes closed.

For example, a certain passenger in the carriage had a sudden illness and needed a doctor, or something similar. Although Qin Yue had the book in his hands and his gaze was set off into the distance, he could not help but think of the plot in the novels.

What would he do if he met such a person? To use his own zhenqi to cure it, or to use some sort of acupuncture point?

What if it was an emergency? There were many illnesses that he could not find a suitable solution to, such as parasites, which were difficult even for Qin Yue to cure with his Innate Qi. Inaccurately speaking, even if Qin Yue had the gold finger, he would not be able to cure with all of these, not to mention the fact that the gold finger had not moved for a very long time. Other than the knowledge he had gained from the very beginning, as well as his Innate Qi, it was as if it had not existed at all, and if Qin Yue had not seen it clearly in his mind, Qin Yue would probably have completely forgotten about it.

All of a sudden, an urgent call came from the steward on the train radio: A passenger in Coach No. 2 is suffering from a sudden illness. If you are a doctor, please come to Coach No. 2 immediately.

Qin Yue, who had just retracted his thoughts, heard this voice. The corner of his mouth twitched, he had already forgotten how many times this had happened.

He slowly stood up, walked to the side of Professor Wu and patted his shoulders and said: "Professor Wu …"

Professor Wu blurrily opened his eyes and looked towards Qin Yue. He shook his head and said: "What? "We're almost there?"

Without Qin Yue's explanation, the broadcast sounded once again. "There is a passenger in Coach No.2 who has a sudden illness, if you are a doctor, please get to Coach No.2 …"

Qin Yue spread out his hands, looked at Professor Wu and asked: "How do you want to go?"

"Hmm?" Professor Wu frowned slightly. "Go, why aren't you going?" He hurriedly stood up, put on his coat and walked towards Coach No.2.

After walking for more than ten meters, Professor Wu realized that Qin Yue was not following him, and turned to Qin Yue to ask: "Aren't you coming along?"

"I don't have a medical license, so I won't go."

Qin Yue said as he spread out his hands.

"Actually, we can go take a look. There's nothing to look at."