Ye Fan took the medicine and looked at it, and found that the medicinal materials on it were ordinary medicinal materials, the cost was estimated to be dozens of yuan, and the effect in treating colds was average.
The medicinal materials are expensive and the effect is poor, which is obviously a waste of patients' money.
"Brother, your medicinal materials cannot cost more than seventy yuan at most." Ye Fan explained.
"What? He actually charged me more than 500 for medicinal materials that cost more than 70? It's so evil! I will never come here to see a doctor again!" The migrant worker was furious and cursed.
Not long after, they left.
Seeing them working so hard, only to be squeezed out of their hard-earned money in the end, Ye Fan became more and more disgusted with Zhao's Medical Clinic.
However, at this moment, a van suddenly appeared on the scene. Soon, two big men got out of the van. They opened the door and moved an unconscious patient out.
"Doctor Zhao! Help! Doctor Zhao!"
A bald man shouted loudly.
At this time, an old Chinese doctor with white hair and a white coat came out. His old eyes were flashing with light from time to time, looking cunning and shrewd.
Zhao Feipeng looked seriously and asked curiously: "What happened?"
"Dr. Zhao, you are finally out. Please save my brother quickly. He is terminally ill and suddenly fell into a coma. He didn't respond no matter how we called him." The bald man explained anxiously.
"Originally, your brother's life was already overdue, but you found me today. Consider him lucky. You move him in and I will cure his disease for you!" Zhao Feipeng said with a confident look on his face.
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"Really? That's great! Doctor Zhao, you are indeed a miracle doctor, you can even cure terminal diseases!" The bald man kept praising you.
As a result, his words attracted many people to watch, and everyone was talking about it.
"Is this Dr. Zhao so powerful? He can even cure terminal diseases?"
"I heard that he has worked in a large hospital for decades and has very rich experience. Maybe he can really cure terminal diseases!"
"If he can cure his terminal illness, I will treat him here from now on and won't go anywhere!"
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Terminal illness? This man is not sick at all! But why did his family say he had a terminal illness?
Ye Fan on the side frowned, maybe because he wanted to figure out the matter, he decided to stay put for the time being. He wanted to see what kind of medicine Zhao Feipeng was selling in his gourd.
At this time, Zhao Feipeng began to check the patient's pulse inside and see him, looking here and there, pretending to be so.
After a few operations, he twisted his long beard and said with confidence: "I thought it was some incurable disease, but it turned out to be just a minor illness! Don't worry, I guarantee it with the sign of the medical clinic.
I will cure your brother's disease, but if he can't, you will tear down my sign!"
"Wow! Divine Doctor Zhao is so confident!"
"It seems that his medical skills must be very good. He can even cure terminal diseases!"
"Of course! Otherwise, why would he boast so much?"
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The onlookers made waves of exclamation, and everyone thought that Zhao Feipeng's medical skills were very powerful.
But there was only one person who didn't think so, and that person was Ye Fan.