As the saying goes: laymen watch the fun, insiders watch the door.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "looking, hearing, asking and feeling". Ye Fan could tell at a glance that the patient was pretending and that he was not terminally ill at all.
Now they are playing tricks on others, and it seems that they are fooling other people, trying to create the impression that Zhao Feipeng is a miracle doctor.
Zhao's Medical Clinic itself charges high fees and defrauds patients, which has made Ye Fan very disgusted. Now they are colluding together to put on a show and deceive the people who don't know the truth. This is simply a loss of morals and has no medical ethics at all.
Perhaps in order to expose Zhao Feipeng's lies, Ye Fan secretly picked up a small stone while no one was paying attention, then clamped it on his finger and flicked it hard.
"Whoosh!"
I saw small stones hitting the acupuncture points on the patient's body accurately.
Because the movement was so fast, no one noticed anything unusual.
At this time, Ye Fan looked at Zhao Feipeng and the others, "Huang Po sells melons, buys and boasts", and the smile on his lips became more playful.
"Divine Doctor Zhao, if you really revive my brother, you will be my savior. I will tell the TV station about your good deeds and ask them to create a column for you to promote your medical skills." The bald man said.
It's true what I said, it's just a waste of talent to rely on acting skills.
"It doesn't matter whether I am a columnist or not. I, Zhao, have always been indifferent to fame and wealth. I adhere to my original intention of saving lives and saving lives, hanging pots to help the world and saving people from diseases and pain!!" Zhao Feipeng said very hypocritically.
"Mr. Zhao is a good doctor! His medical ethics deserve respect!"
Immediately, the bald man took the lead in applauding, and other melon-eating people were also fooled by Zhao Feipeng, and they applauded to show their respect.
"Okay! Thank you for your support. I have to save people now, so please be quiet!" Zhao Feipeng bowed his hands and pretended to be profound.
I saw him holding the silver needle, disinfecting it with alcohol, and then started acupuncture.
However, after several sessions of acupuncture, the patient still had no reaction at all.
At this moment, Zhao Feipeng was a little confused and muttered to himself: Wait? Didn't we agree at the beginning? When I get to the third acupuncture needle, the person will wake up. Why doesn't he react at all?
"cough--"
Zhao Feipeng coughed deliberately, as if he wanted to remind the other party, but the patient still did not respond.
In desperation, Zhao Feipeng took advantage of acupuncture and secretly pinched the patient's thigh.
Despite this, the patient showed no reaction at all.
Wait? What's going on?
This time, Zhao Feipeng was dumbfounded, so he glanced at the bald man subconsciously, as if he wanted to ask him what was going on.
The bald man was also confused and didn't know what was going on.
At this time, the melon-eaters saw that the patient had no reaction at all, so they couldn't help but become suspicious.
"It's strange. Why doesn't the patient respond at all to acupuncture? Isn't Dr. Zhao a miracle doctor?"
"It's possible! If he were a miracle doctor, he would have been able to revive the patient long ago, but now the patient has no reaction at all!"
"I thought he was a miracle doctor, but it turns out he is just mediocre!"