Zhufeng and Yang Jin each got five booklets. They quickly read them and exchanged them with each other. After reading, each other selected the chosen ones. Finally, Huang Ji announced and called the ten people to the stage.
On the stage, Zhufeng stood on the left and Yang Jin stood on the right. Behind them were five selected patients. Huang Ji first asked Zhufeng's team to come out and introduce their respective symptoms.
The first person was a middle-aged man wearing a large coat and an invisible figure. The man was obviously hesitant. He looked at the dense crowd of people in the audience and was very embarrassed. After a while, the man suddenly turned his head and was about to leave the stage, "
I won’t watch anymore, I...I’m not sick.”
Zhufeng immediately stopped him, shook his head and said: "This is your only chance to be cured. If you run away, you will be like this for the rest of your life."
But...but with so many people watching, the man was very embarrassed. Before he could say anything, his face turned red with embarrassment, which made the stage and the audience even more inexplicable.
Huang Ji urged seriously, "Please explain your condition quickly."
The man was urged by this and was blocked by Zhufeng, so he could no longer stand in a stalemate, so he reluctantly took a few steps forward, lowered his head and struggled internally for a long time, then mumbled and opened his large robe.
, "I...I saw dozens of doctors."
When the time came, the scene was in an uproar.
The man on the stage nodded timidly and quickly closed his robe, "I don't know what strange disease I have, but...but my belly is getting bigger day by day."
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into laughter. Of course, some were surprised, but no matter what, the atmosphere was extremely lively.
The man was so embarrassed that his face was bleeding. Seeing signs of running away again, Zhufeng shouted loudly: "It's just a rare case, what's so funny about it? It's much weirder than his disease."
Huang Ji also raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked the second person to talk about his illness.
Everyone's eyes fell on the second person, and they were all a little strange. This second person looked like a child, less than the waist height of an adult. He spoke in a low voice and could not be heard clearly. Only those who were close could see and hear clearly.
But he had a look of shock and disbelief.
Zhufeng took off the clothes that the second person was wearing, and the scene was suddenly filled with exclamations. What kind of child was he? He was clearly an adult, but he was bent over, with his face already touching the top of his thighs.
The waists are generally overlapped.
This person's upper body was wearing a pair of trousers, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of knee-length trousers. Since his face was already pressed against his thigh, his speech was very unclear.
"I...I am a folded person. Five years ago, my back began to stoop. At first I could live a normal life, but gradually, my body became more and more bent. Now I can no longer straighten my back at all. Not to mention eating, just breathing.
It's all difficult." I can only eat some porridge with wheat straw every day, which is worse than death.
He turned sideways to face everyone, and everyone saw clearly that his face was almost pressed against his thighs, but slightly tilted to the side, with his mouth and nose barely exposed, so that he was not suffocated to death.
Seeing such a strange disease, even the pregnant man felt that he was not so miserable.
The next three people are also more strange than the last:
One person's body is covered with fish scale-like things, which are covered with bloodshot threads. If you try to pick them off, the blood will not stop;
A person's hands and feet sprouted many fleshy branches, entwining each other like vines. In the end, the hands were no longer hands, but were like tree roots;
The last person, with blue skin all over his body, looks like a tree from a distance.
The five cases were each more bizarre than the last. Everyone watching in the audience was extremely shocked. They even doubted that such a weird disease really existed in the world. But the patient was right in front of them, so there was nothing to question. All they could say was,
The Creator plays tricks on people.
Compared with these five people, the five people introduced by Yang Jin seemed too ordinary. All five people had headaches, and the reasons were unknown. If the patients were not selected for their opponents, everyone would shout
This is cheating.
But even so, there are many people in the audience who are aggrieved. There are more difficult and complicated diseases than headaches, but they don't choose. Isn't this a waste of time?
Yang Jin had his own explanation for this, "The miracle doctor is good at diagnosing brain diseases. I chose his specialty for your sake and for the miracle doctor. In this competition, winning or losing is not important. What is important is that he can cure diseases and save people."
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After all, he was an official. When he spoke, who else dared to snort and fell silent for a while.
After the patient was selected, Huang Ji asked Zhufeng and Yang Jin to exchange patients, and then limited the time for five sticks of incense. Within this time, it was not necessarily necessary to cure the disease. After all, judging from the conditions of the five patients selected by Zhufeng, it was impossible for a while.
It can't be cured in a short time, so it's better to give a diagnosis and treatment plan.
Of course, if even after five sticks of incense, you can't find any clues or find any cause of the disease, it will be considered a failure.
Huang Ji ordered people to bring five incense burners, light the first incense first, and then say "start". The ten patients on the stage were sitting or standing in front of the table, while Zhufeng and Yang Jin were treating their patients respectively.
Check your pulse.
Zhufeng came to the five people, looked at them for a few times, and then asked them: "Do you all have headaches that have not been cured for many years?"
The five people nodded in unison, and all of them covered their heads and complained that it hurt. Some people said what time they had attacks every night, and some said they were in excruciating pain when they had attacks. In short, the opinions were not unanimous.
While Zhufeng listened to their chattering, he opened the medical box, took out five pills and handed them to the five people, "Take these, and I'm sure the medicine will cure your illness."
The five people looked at each other for a while, and someone asked distrustfully: "Can the disease be cured by just taking one pill? We have been treating it for many years but no effect has been seen. Are you lying? Are you going to give birth to something if you take it?"
Something's wrong."
Zhufeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, doctors, doctors, and historians all say that I am good at treating brain diseases, so I won't worry about minor ailments like this."
The five people looked at each other again, and they all felt guilty and dared not eat.
The people in the audience were anxious, urging them to eat quickly.
The five people were riding a tiger and couldn't get off. After making eye contact with each other, they thought that since they were in full public view, nothing serious would happen, so they took the pills one by one.
The pills still tasted like pills, bitter and unpleasant. After the five people took them with anxiety, they all carefully felt all the changes in their bodies. After a while, the five people all breathed a sigh of relief. There was no change at all.
Zhufeng asked at this time: "How are you? Do you feel the pain is getting better?"
The five people shook their heads in unison, still holding their heads and complaining that it hurt. Some people complained: "What kind of medicine are you talking about? It has no effect at all after taking it. It's just a lie." Several other people also nodded in agreement, saying that it was a lie.
people.
When everyone in the audience saw this, many of them also mocked, "It seems that this miracle doctor is just a fake name. He can't even cure headaches. He is not a miracle at all."
Zhufeng sighed and shook his head, and bowed his hands to everyone, "It seems that my medical skills are not good. I can't figure out the cause of their illness."
Hearing Zhufeng's words, Yang Jin had to hand over his hands and look ashamed, "I can't see the cause of these five people's illnesses."