Ye Fan took the medicine list and found that the medicinal materials on it were ordinary medicinal materials, which cost estimated to be dozens of dollars, and the effect of treating colds was average.
The medicinal materials are expensive and have poor results, which is clearly a cheating patient's money.
"Brother, your medicinal herbs are no more than seventy yuan at most." Ye Fan explained.
"What? He actually charged me more than 500 medicinal materials that cost more than 700? It's so unintentional! I will never come here to see a doctor again!" The migrant worker was furious and cursed.
Not long after, they left.
Seeing their hard work, but end up being squeezed out by others, Ye Fan became more and more disgusted with the Zhao Clinic.
However, at this moment, a van suddenly appeared on the scene. Soon, two big men walked out of the car. After they opened the car door, they moved a coma patient down.
"Doctor Zhao! Help! Doctor Zhao!"
A bald man shouted loudly.
At this time, an old Chinese doctor with white hair and white coat walked out and saw a flash of light flashing from time to time in his old eyes, looking cunning and smart.
Zhao Feipeng asked curiously with a serious expression: "What happened?"
"Doctor Zhao, you finally come out. Please save my brother quickly. He was suffering from a terminal illness and suddenly fell into a coma. No matter how we called him, he didn't respond." The bald man explained with a anxious look on his face.
"Your brother's life should be lost, but if you find me today, he will be lucky and lucky. You can move him in. I will cure his illness for you!" Zhao Feipeng said with a confident look on his face and said.
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"Really? That's great! Dr. Zhao, you are indeed a miracle doctor, and you can even cure terminal illnesses!" The bald man kept praising.
As a result, his words attracted a lot of people to watch and everyone was talking about it.
"Is this Dr. Zhao so powerful? Even the terminal illness is cured?"
"I heard that he has worked in a large hospital for decades and has a lot of experience. Maybe he can really cure his terminal illness!"
"If he can cure his terminal illness, I will see a doctor here in the future and will not go anywhere!"
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Terminal illness? This man is not sick at all! But why does his family say he is terminally ill?
Ye Fan frowned, perhaps because he wanted to figure out the matter, so he decided not to move for the time being. He wanted to see what the hell was selling in Zhao Feipeng's gourd.
At this time, Zhao Feipeng began to take the patient's pulse and see him, and he looked here and there, looking at him, looking at him.
After a pause, he pulled his long beard and said with confidence: "I thought it was a difficult and complicated disease, but it turned out to be just a minor disease! Don't worry, I guaranteed it with the clinic's signature.
It will cure your brother's illness. If it cannot be cured, you will remove my sign!"
"Wow! Doctor Zhao is so confident!"
"It seems that his medical skills must be very good, and even his terminal illness can be cured!"
"Of course! Otherwise, how could he boast about Haikou?"
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The onlookers made a burst of marvelous voices, and everyone thought that Zhao Feipeng’s medical skills were very good.
But the only person doesn't think so, that person is Ye Fan.