Muchuan smiled and said, "It's just that the prescription prescribed by the old gentleman seems a little inappropriate."
"Most of the prescriptions you prescribe are stomach-nourishing herbs. If you are facing stomach problems, they are indeed effective in curing the disease."
"But the question is, do these two people really have stomach problems?"
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but frown, and couldn't help but look at Muchuan.
Seeing Muchuan's gorgeous clothes, the old man suppressed his dissatisfaction.
The old man looked slightly displeased and said: "Looking at your clothes, you must be a rich man, right? Do you know how to treat diseases better than this old man?"
As the first imperial physician under the emperor, he still has some confidence.
After all, what doctors value is experience. He didn't think that a young man like Muchuan could make any achievements in medical skills.
Muchuan smiled and said, "Young man is not talented, but he may know a little more medical skills than the old gentleman."
"What nonsense!"
The old man finally couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Then tell me, what disease do these two people have?"
The beggar and his son were both stunned at this moment.
They never imagined that two people who seemed to be of extraordinary status would argue endlessly over the illness of a pariah like them.
Muchuan glanced at the two of them and said, "They have hepatitis B, or hepatitis."
"Looking at your physical signs, you should live by the river, right?"
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again, calling Muchuan "fiery eyes".
Muchuan shook his head and said: "You two were greedy for convenience and drank the river water directly, which caused parasites to enter the body and caused hepatitis since then."
"Do you have any symptoms of fatigue, nausea, loss of appetite, or anorexia?"
As soon as these words came out, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then nodded wildly.
You can see the disease at a glance just by looking at it. This is definitely a miracle doctor!
The old man was listening on the sidelines, and he was also stunned.
Apart from anything else, he is indeed not as good as this young man in terms of his level of knowledge and knowledge.
Just as the old man was in a daze, Muchuan suddenly looked at him.
"Old sir, since you are a doctor, do you carry needles with you?"
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help being shocked, "Are you planning to do acupuncture here?"
"Isn't it possible?" Muchuan couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Acupuncture is far more powerful than ordinary people imagine.
There are countless acupuncture points in the human body, and each acupoint has its own characteristics. As long as different acupoints are linked together, basically most diseases can be treated.
This is also a magical skill that Muchuan only mastered after receiving god-level medical treatment.
"Acupuncture requires a brightly lit and quiet room. How can you move the needles at will in such a noisy market!" the old man shouted.
Muchuan smiled and shook his head, "Old sir, isn't it bright enough here? Besides, whether it is quiet or not depends not on the environment, but on your state of mind."
"A calm mind means that even in a noisy and busy city, the mind remains calm; a dry mind means that even in a quiet place, one still feels restless."
Hearing this, the shock in the old man's eyes couldn't help but become even worse.
Such words are not something that just a kid from a rich family can say.
"Old Decaying King Zhiwen, what do you call me, little friend?" The old man's attitude towards Muchuan has greatly changed, and he even wants to have a relationship with Muchuan at this moment.
Muchuan hesitated for a moment and decided not to say his real name.
After all, he is still quite famous in Chang'an. If his real name is exposed, what kind of trouble will it cause if he is not protected.
Muchuan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Wang, Mr. Mu San."
"I wonder where Brother Mu can get high?"
"It's not a high position, just a handyman of the Mu family."
Hearing this, Wang Zhiwen had some doubts about the authenticity of Muchuan's words.
How can a little handyman have such literary talents and medical skills?
However, Wang Zhiwen didn't ask further questions. The other party didn't want to say anything, so there was no need for him to show off his face and ask.
Wang Zhiwen took out a small pocket box from his arms, which was full of acupuncture needles.
"My little friend, I happen to be carrying a pair of needles. You can use them."
Muchuan took the needle and looked at Wang Zhiwen in surprise.
He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that this person actually had a needle on him.
Now that he had the needle, Muchuan no longer wanted to hide his clumsiness, so he asked the two beggars to take off their shirts, and then he tied them up.
Wang Zhiwen watched from the side, and he valued Muchuan even more.
This acupuncture technique alone is several times or even ten times better than his.
After a set of needles was inserted, about half a quarter of an hour later, the father and son felt extremely upset in their stomachs, but they couldn't help but vomited.
Looking at the dirty things on the ground, there are densely packed small dots of different colors inside.
If you look carefully, you can even see those little dots moving.
"Thank you, the miracle doctor! Thank you, the miracle doctor!"
The father and son felt that they had never felt so comfortable. They thanked him one after another and even planned to give all the money they got from begging to Muchuan.
Muchuan did not accept it, but instead gave them some money and gave them a prescription.
Although acupuncture has miraculous effects, it is not a panacea. Traditional Chinese medicine must be used for conditioning.
After the father and son left gratefully, Wang Zhiwen looked at Muchuan with astonishment to the extreme.
"My little friend, you really opened my eyes!"
Wang Zhiwen exclaimed: "Even my master's medical skills are probably not as good as yours!"
Muchuan laughed dryly, waved his hand and said: "Old sir, you are overly praised. I only know a few things."
If you can only write superficial words, I'm afraid there will be no doctors in the world. Wang Zhiwen smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Old sir, I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave now. I'll see you again later."
Having said that, Muchuan didn't stay long and left quickly.
He still had to go to the workshop to supervise the work, and when he came back he had to argue with Wu Yuanhua, but he was busy.
Seeing Muchuan leave like this, although Wang Zhiwen wanted to exchange medical skills with Muchuan again, he also had urgent things to do.
Sighing, Wang Zhiwen also turned around and headed towards his destination.
After reviewing the workshop, Muchuan then returned to his home.
According to what the maid said, Wu Yuanhua had already come out of the room and had been clamoring to see Muchuan since just now.
"Where are people?"
"Reporting to the young master, Miss Wu is in the main hall."
Muchuan rushed to the main hall. He was quite curious as to why Wu Yuanhua wanted to see him.
Could it be that you have already figured it out?
If the mission could be completed so smoothly, it would be a happy event for Muchuan.
After arriving at the main hall, Wu Yuanhua was spinning anxiously in the room.
