Ye Fan and Song Hongyan looked up and saw an old man with a goatee coming out.
His face was covered with beard, his expression was haggard, and his body exuded the desolation of despair. Only his eyes were still shining.
"This is Mr. Gongsun Yuan."
Song Hongyan introduced Ye Fan, and then smiled at Gongsun Yuan: "Mr. Gongsun, this is my younger brother, Ye Fan."
Gongsun Yuan didn't even raise his eyebrows: "This medical clinic costs 100 million."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: One hundred million?
Song Hongyan's pretty face had a touch of coldness:
"Mr. Gongsun, didn't you say 40 million yesterday? Why do you want another 100 million now?"
"The market value of your medical clinic is only 50 million, and it will take three to five months to sell it. But if you need money urgently, 40 million is already good."
"Wouldn't it be a little bit rude of you to raise the price like this?"
She doesn't like greedy people very much.
"Forty million is yesterday's price, and one hundred million is today's price. The medical center is mine. I can sell it for as much as I want. You have no control over it."
Gongsun Yuan still looked cold: "It's okay if you don't want to pay. If you have the ability to cure my granddaughter, I will give the hospital to you for free."
While he was scolding Song Hongyan, he felt the pulse of the aunt in red.
The aunt in red coughed from time to time and breathed with her mouth wide open, looking very uncomfortable.
Song Hongyan's voice turned cold: "Even the hospital said there is no cure. If you want Mark to cure your granddaughter, isn't that forcing someone to do something difficult?"
The patient also looked at Gongsun Yuan in surprise, feeling that he suddenly changed into a different person.
"Stop talking nonsense, either pay or treat people."
Gongsun Yuan was very impatient: "Or get out."
Song Hongyan was almost furious: "You——"
"Sister Yan, don't be angry."
Ye Fan smiled: "Mr. Gongsun thinks that I am young and has no confidence in my medical skills. He decided to use this place as a medical clinic. It might kill many people."
"So he used 100 million to scare me away."
"If I don't have 100 million, but I can cure his granddaughter, it also means that I have good medical skills, and the hospital doesn't worry about killing anyone if they give it to me."
"Mr. Gongsun looks like a lion with a big mouth, but he actually has a benevolent heart that hangs a pot to help the world."
Song Hongyan was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she thought deeply.
More than a dozen patients also nodded in understanding.
"Boy, you can spy on people's hearts twice, but it's a pity that you are invincible with your words and have no real skills in your hands, so it is meaningless at all."
Gongsun Yuan snorted to Ye Fan: "You'd better leave quickly, don't hinder me from treating patients."
He took his fingers away from the pulse of the aunt in red, then picked up the pen to prescribe medicine to the patient.
"If my guess is good..."
Ye Fan suddenly said:
"The patient has a slippery and slow pulse, dry mouth and tongue, fever and eye pain, dry nose and red cheeks, and is also accompanied by a feeling of vomiting."
"You diagnosed her with typhoid fever."
Gongsun Yuan stopped moving instantly and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief. This kid has never even seen a patient, how can he speak so accurately?
He stroked his goatee: "You are quite capable. No wonder you dare to open a medical clinic, but it's a pity that it's not enough..."
Song Hongyan's eyes lit up. Gongsun Yuan's words showed that Ye Fan's guess was correct.
"I also know that you prescribed White Tiger Soup for her."
"Thirty grams of gypsum, thirty grams of anemarrhena, twenty grams of licorice, and fifty grams of japonica rice, cooked in one liter of water and drained."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Three doses a day for seven days, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Gongsun Yuan's smile suddenly froze. What Ye Fan said, whether it was the medicine or the amount, was exactly the same as the prescription he wanted to prescribe.
Looking at Gongsun Yuan's expression, more than a dozen patients knew that Ye Fan's guess was good, and they became curious about Ye Fan's identity.
Where did this young man come from, and his medical skills were so good?
Gongsun Yuan nodded: "I was mistaken."
Then he gave the prescription to the aunt in red and took the pulse of another old man in gray.
The old man looks like he is in his eighties, with messy white hair, skinny features, sunken eyes, sweating all over his body, and his left hand tightly covering his abdomen.
Three minutes later, Gongsun Yuan raised his head, looked at Ye Fan and said, "Come, let's see what's wrong with Uncle Jia?"
He also wrote out the recipe in one breath.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's wrist, and separated in less than ten seconds.
"Abdomen full and full, restless and unable to lie down, tongue strong, weight and complexion yellow, headache, right hypochondriac fullness and pain, chapped lips, cold and heat like malaria."
"He has damp-heat spleen."
"The medicine you prescribed is just Qingpi Decoction."
Ye Fan told Gongsun Yuan's diagnosis in one breath, and even told him the dosage of his prescription.
Song Hongyan and several patients looked at Fang Zi and found that what Ye Fan said was accurate.
Seeing the shocked expressions of Gongsun Yuan, Song Hongyan and others, the other patients knew that Ye Fan was right again.
"This young man is really amazing. He has understood all of Dr. Gongsun's diagnosis."
"Yes, I even know how to use medicine. It's really better to be better than someone who is good at it."
"And he took the pulse for only ten seconds. This level is incredible..."
Hearing everyone's discussion, Gongsun Yuan was not angry. Instead, he was more appreciative: "Young man, I have to admit that you are indeed not simple."
Ye Fanping said with a smile: "Although this prescription of yours is symptomatic, it cannot cure the old man's disease."
Gongsun Yuan was startled, and then he hummed: "Then tell me, what prescription should be used to treat his illness?"
He admits that Ye Fan is not simple, but it does not mean that he can be questioned. His reputation is not as good as that of Sun Shengshou, but he is also one of the few Chinese medicine doctors in Zhonghai.
Ye Fantian smiled lightly and said: "The prescription you prescribed can indeed cure the old man's spleen dampness and heat, but you ignored that he still has a constipation problem."
"If the residue dissolved by the medicinal soup cannot be excreted, it will only accumulate in the abdomen, treating the symptoms but not the root cause."
"So we should add another medicine."
Ye Fan picked up the pen and wrote two words: "Rhubarb!"
Laxative.
Gongsun Yuan's body trembled, and then he sighed: "I'm convinced..."
"Little doctor, can my cervical spine problem be cured?"
Before Gongsun Yuan could sigh, a chubby middle-aged man leaned over:
"I have been troubled for many years and come to see it almost every week."
"Simple."
Ye Fan walked directly behind the middle-aged man and used his unique "Tai Chi" technique to massage the man's cervical spine on the spot.
There was only a rattling sound, and the middle-aged man kept screaming, but three minutes later, he was ecstatic.
I feel that the cervical vertebrae that used to be so painful are gradually getting a warm current.
When Ye Fan stopped, he shouted: "It's so comfortable, so comfortable. I haven't experienced this feeling of freedom in many years."
"It's only half healed. The cervical spine has been damaged for many years and I still need to take some medicine."
Ye Fan swissed and wrote a prescription to the fat man: "It will be completely fine in a month."
The middle-aged fat man was extremely happy: "Thank you, little miracle doctor, thank you, little miracle doctor..."
"Little miracle doctor, my ear hurts, can you cure it?"
"I've been having cramps in my stomach for three days. Please give me a look."
"Doctor, I've been bleeding from the nose and it won't stop. Please take a look..."
More than a dozen patients surrounded him with a roar and pulled Ye Fan towards them.
Gongsun Yuan was left aside for a while.
"Your phlegm fire is blocked, causing sore throat, which can be solved by taking Li Ge Decoction."
"You are coughing and short of breath, which means your lungs are too weak and too hot. Three doses of Xiebai Powder will suffice."
"You have a headache and a fever. I'll give you three injections and then take Huanglong Decoction to remove the root..."
Ye Fan treated patients very quickly, seeing more than a dozen patients in a short time.
Ye Fan accurately explained the cause and symptoms of each patient's disease, and injected, administered, or administered medicine. Ye Fan made every patient leave with satisfaction.
Everyone rushed to tell each other, word of mouth, that there was a little miracle doctor in Jin Zhilin.
Soon, the hospital had dozens more patients.
Ye Fan solved it calmly.
During this period, Gongsun Yuan kept watching and listening, his expression becoming more and more solemn and shocked.
These were old neighbors and they had already understood the basic conditions of their illness, so Gongsun Yuan was genuinely surprised when Ye Fan spoke about his condition so calmly.
When Ye Fan cured several stubborn illnesses and cured patients with similar prescriptions, Gongsun Yuan was filled with admiration for Ye Fan.
Moreover, this bustling scene only appeared in Gongsun Yuan's memory when he was a child.
The dream that had lingered in Gongsun Yuan for so many years reappeared today, and Gongsun Yuan was so excited that he wanted to cry.
He shook his goatee and took the initiative to act as Ye Fan's assistant. He reopened the pharmacy to grab medicine and brew medicine, and served tea and water...
"Sir, you are a talented man. Please pay me your respects."
After all the patients had finished reading, Gongsun Yuan stood up and walked to Ye Fan, bowing respectfully:
"Sir, your talent is far better than your old age. You opening a medical clinic will be a blessing to the people."
What he regrets most in his life is that he was young and frivolous and did not study medicine properly with his grandfather and father, resulting in him not learning the essence of medical skills.
Facing helpless patients and his granddaughter, he felt guilty countless times. Now that he saw a miracle doctor like Ye Fan, he was naturally convinced.
"You can take this house for fifteen million."
Fourteen million to buy medicine, one million for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Song Hongyan was extremely happy, but she didn't expect to save 85 million in a blink of an eye.
Ye Fan supported Gongsun Yuan and said:
"I can't afford any of this money."
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
Ye Fan then smiled: "I want to take a look at Gongsun Qian..."
