"Exactly...Hello..." Zhang Han said politely when he saw the elder in Tang suit taking the initiative to say hello.
He didn't ask who the other person was, it didn't matter whether he knew him or not.
On the other hand, He Yao introduced: "Doctor Zhang, this is your colleague, Dr. Yuan Yongxian, a famous inland doctor."
"Doctor Yuan, I'm disrespectful." Zhang Han followed.
"Doctor Zhang, the waves behind push the waves ahead, I admire him." Yuan Yongxian said with a smile.
In this kind of situation, it is normal for business exchanges to be exchanged.
Then, He Yao introduced other people. The one in a white coat was Sun Yuanlang, a famous doctor who returned from overseas. The foreigner was Bai Geer, a famous doctor from Canada. The one in a black gown was Zhao Chengji, a feng shui master from Hong Kong. The old man in a red skirt was
My wife is Nguyen Minh Siang, a local goddess.
Zhang Han greeted these people one by one and said a few polite words such as "I have long admired you". At the same time, he secretly said in his heart that gambling saints are really good. He even consulted a Feng Shui master and a goddess to treat his son.
coming.
It's just that I haven't seen the Gambling Saint yet. Could it be that... none of us are qualified enough to meet the Gambling Saint...
In addition to being polite to these people, Zhang Han also heard a small sound coming from the back bedroom.
Listening to the voice, there is more than one person, but the voice is very small, but the content of the chant is the same.
Zhang Han could tell that these four people seemed to be reciting sutras, but it was unclear what sutras they were reciting.
At this time, He Yao looked at the young woman and whispered: "Brother and sister, let Dr. Zhang go in and show your brother now."
The young woman whispered: "The four kings of Ruolin Temple are chanting sutras inside. They say that they have recited the Medicine Sutra. After reciting the sutras, people will be able to improve."
"How long will it take for everything to be over?" He Yao asked.
"About another hour or so... By the way, you and Dr. Zhang probably haven't eaten yet... Dinner will be ready soon, why don't we go downstairs to eat together first..." said the young woman.
"That's fine." He Yao said.
The young woman immediately suggested that everyone go downstairs to eat.
When we came to the restaurant on the first floor, it was like a large private room in a hotel, and it was not a problem to seat more than a dozen people.
As soon as everyone sat down, the cook began to serve the dishes. The dishes were sumptuous.
When these people eat, they are formal and eat very slowly. Zhang Han also eats very slowly. However, he is really hungry, and he is injured and needs to take supplements, so he naturally eats more.
Even if he chewed slowly, the dishes and rice on the table disappeared little by little. After more than twenty minutes, everyone had finished eating, and Zhang Han still didn't stop using his chopsticks.
Everyone present was surprised to see Zhang Han eating so well.
He Yao looked at Zhang Han in astonishment, as if to say, what kind of appetite do you have?
Zhang Han didn't feel embarrassed at all. Anyway, it wasn't the first time he had eaten so much. He wasn't feeling well now, so he might as well eat more.
He ate for almost half an hour and finally had enough.
Most of the dishes on the table were on the disc, but he actually ate three bowls of rice.
The young woman immediately invited everyone to go upstairs to have tea and wait for the four kings to come out.
After drinking two cups of tea, and about half an hour later, the door of the inner bedroom finally opened, and four great monks wearing bright red cassocks came out.
The four bald heads were covered with sweat, probably from heat, and certainly not from exertion.
However, the young woman thought that the four monks had done a great job and stepped forward and said, "Thank you for your hard work, four masters. I wonder how my husband is doing now?"
"Mr. He's condition is stable and has improved," said the oldest monk.
"Is he awake?" the young woman asked again.
"Not yet." The great monk said.
"When will I wake up?" the young woman asked.
"Amitabha, how good it is, how good it is..." The great monk suddenly clasped his palms together and said, "Buddha's Dharma is boundless. When will Mr. He wake up, I will be free to decide..."
Good guy, there is no difference between saying this and not saying it at all...
He Yao couldn't help but get angry after hearing this, and said: "Four masters, what is free determination... There must be an explanation for when he will wake up... This person has improved... He hasn't woken up yet... I don't know.
When will I wake up...what does this mean..."
"Amitabha! The donor is here!" The great monk clasped his palms together again.
He Yao was too lazy to pay attention to him, and immediately looked at Zhang Han and said: "Doctor Zhang, please go in and show my brother..."
Zhang Han, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, did not raise his buttocks, but said with a smile: "This master said that people have improved... they can wake up at any time... If the person wakes up during my treatment...
Who can be cured..."
The young woman immediately said: "Of course whoever wakes up during treatment will be considered cured."
"That's pretty much it." Zhang Han stood up and planned to enter the back bedroom.
Unexpectedly, the great monk quit, clasped his palms together again, and said: "Amitabha! The four poor monks worked hard and relied on the Medicine Sutra to finally make Mr. He's condition improve! When he wakes up later, it is already
It’s a reasonable thing! How can we let others take advantage of it!”
The young woman immediately said to the great monk: "Master Guangyuan, now is the time to treat illnesses and save people, not to talk about it. I have already prepared the incense and money. Master can take the money and leave now!"
After saying that, she took out a check from her pocket and handed it to the great monk.
The great monk took it, took a look at it, and immediately showed a smile and said: "Amitabha, that's very good...the four poor monks will take their leave now..."
Then, he turned around and left.
Zhang Hanxin said, it is really easy for these monks to make money. They can just chant sutras without waking up, and they can easily get money for incense.
After all four monks had gone out, the young woman said, "Doctor Zhang, we're in trouble."
"Okay." Zhang Han agreed and walked towards the room.
When they were approaching the door, Yuan Yongxian, who is also a Chinese medicine practitioner, suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute!"
"Doctor Yuan, is something wrong?" Zhang Han stopped and turned around to ask.
"I wonder if Dr. Zhang allows others to observe from the sidelines when he performs a consultation?" Yuan Yongxian said sincerely.
"Of course it doesn't matter." Zhang Han said.
"Thank you." Yuan Yongxian followed immediately.
Both of them were Chinese medicine practitioners, so it was normal for Yuan Yongxian to be curious. However, when other people saw Zhang Han allowing Yuan Yongxian to go in, they all stood up and planned to follow him in to take a look.
Zhang Han did not stop him. After all, medical skills cannot be mastered by looking at them from the side. Especially the pulse diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine. Without the teaching of a master, it is impossible to master it.
Of course, except for those like Zhang Han who have systematic father's blessing.
Entering the inner room, the area inside is still quite large. There is a large bed in the middle, and there are bathrooms, cloakrooms, furniture, etc. on the side.
Lying on the bed was a young man who looked younger than Zhang Han. This made Zhang Han admire the gambling saint for being able to give birth to a son at such an old age.
