Early in the morning, a long queue formed at the entrance of the medical center, making the originally cold and depressing Qingshui Street lively.
This has become the norm in medical clinics.
Xu Dahai's medical skills were not very good, but the people who came to see him were all farmers nearby, and the diseases they had were all common minor ailments, which Xu Dahai could easily catch.
Moreover, the prices here are fair, consumption is transparent, and you won’t spend money in vain.
Villagers from all over the country like to come here for medical treatment.
In the team, there was a fat man with sinister eyebrows looking around.
After confirming that Ye Wudao was not in the hospital, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This person is none other than Fatty Zheng.
He came to see Xu Dahai for "medical treatment".
Looking at the long queue, Fatty Zheng became a little impatient.
If his temper were based on his past, he would have jumped in line at the front.
But he was worried that if he forced himself to jump in line and cause trouble, Ye Wudao would be attracted, and his conspiracy would be revealed and the big plan would be ruined.
Just be patient.
I endured this until noon.
Xu Dahai looked at the fat patient in front of him with a gentle smile and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Fatty Zheng said: "I've been feeling dizzy recently, my limbs are weak, I'm feeling nauseous and retching."
Xu Dahai nodded: "Stretch out your arm and I will feel your pulse."
Fatty Zheng stretched out his plump arms.
Xu Dahai checked his pulse for a moment and said, "It's not a big problem. Your symptoms are mainly caused by Yang deficiency."
"In the past few days, I have quit smoking, drinking, and cravings. I have eaten more vegetables and less meat, and paid attention to rest. The symptoms will be relieved within ten days."
"Next."
Fatty Zheng said hurriedly: "Doctor, please give me some medicine, even a large tonic."
Xu Dahai said with a smile: "It's a medicine with three parts poison. Although taking the medicine can relieve the symptoms faster, it will have some side effects."
"In your case, there is absolutely no need to take medication."
Fatty Zheng said: "No, just give me some medicine. If there are any side effects, just side effects. I've been very dizzy recently."
Xu Dahai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the first time he met a patient who actively asked for medicine.
He picked up the medical record and was about to write down the diagnosis results when Fatty Zheng stopped him.
"Wait, doctor, can you not write down the diagnosis results? That... you know, hehe."
Xu Dahai readily agreed: "No problem."
Yang deficiency, to put it bluntly, is kidney deficiency.
No one wants to let others know that they have kidney deficiency.
He did not write down the diagnosis results, but directly wrote down the prescription and asked him to get the medicine.
Fatty Zheng took the prescription and took the medicine, then left the hospital in a hurry.
Instead of going home, he walked into a calligraphy library.
"Boss, do you have any handwriting imitation business here?"
The boss smiled and said: "Of course, I wonder whose handwriting you want to imitate?"
Fatty Zheng handed over the case: "Help me imitate this handwriting and write the words pancreatic cancer on the diagnosis result."
The boss took one look at the case and refused without hesitation: "No, no, this is a case. It is illegal to falsify medical records. We will not accept this kind of business."
Fatty Zheng casually took out two wads of money from his pocket and slapped them on the table: "Boss, please help me."
"I'm just cheating on medical insurance, there's no big problem."
Under the influence of money, the boss's heart was pounding.
The boss agreed.
He carefully studied Xu Dahai's handwriting and practiced it on scrap paper a dozen times before finally writing the words "pancreatic cancer" on the diagnosis result.
Fatty Zheng carefully put away the cases.
This is no ordinary case,
But the life and death book that can judge Ye Wudao's life and death!