Kong Chunming's mother walked into the ward carrying a bowl of dark medicine with some dirt still floating on it. Seeing the dirty bowl of medicine, Hassen laughed sarcastically. Looking at Ye Haoran, he said: "Let me tell you, if the patient is in any danger because of eating that bowl of dirty things, I am not responsible, and our hospital is even less responsible. There are so many people watching here, and they are all witnesses."
Ye Haoran rubbed his nose and said: "You just need to wait. There are so many eyes here, so don't be shy."
"It's ridiculous that I'm cheating." Hasen sneered, and then muttered: "I'm really crazy, I would play such a boring betting game with you here, but you are such an arrogant and hateful Chinese, it is really frustrating I can't swallow this breath."
Ye Haoran stood calmly at the door of the ward. He did not let Hasen and others in. He just waited quietly. This disease, Yang Ming Fu Disease, can be treated very quickly. As long as the stool is relieved, the patient will be cured. In traditional Chinese medicine, this is called clearing the bowels and releasing heat. It can not only treat such crazy diseases, such as some people suffering from cerebral thrombosis and coma. At that time, these traditional Chinese medicines were used, which is the recipe of Dachengqi Decoction. After using it, Many patients with cerebral thrombosis wake up quickly.
Kong Chunming's mother came out. She looked at Ye Haoran, a little uneasy, and said: "Sir, my son has already taken it. How long will it take for the effect to be seen?"
"Very soon. Also, call me Ye Haoran. I came here to talk to Director Kong about the acquisition of a pharmaceutical factory." Ye Haoran explained.
Kong Chunming's mother opened her mouth wide and looked at Ye Haoran, somewhat confused.
Bai Yueqing came over and said: "Hello, aunt, this is the director of our Hongyan International Cosmetics Company, Director Ye. We had a phone call with your son yesterday morning and we were going to come here to purchase the factory. Unexpectedly, we only heard about it when we arrived at the factory today. Director Kong is hospitalized."
"Ah." Kong Chunming's mother called out, "I heard my son say this, but...but Mr. Ye, you...you are not a doctor, aren't you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
"I, did I say that I am a Chinese medicine practitioner? Oh, but don't worry, auntie, I have learned some Chinese medicine." Ye Haoran nodded and said.
"I have learned a little bit." Kong Chunming's mother lowered her head in disappointment. She originally thought that Ye Haoran was a person who was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine. She did not expect that Ye Haoran was a director and just a traditional Chinese medicine enthusiast. Kong Chunming's mother was worried that this was also the case. It's normal. After all, even a person who is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine may not be able to cure his son's mental illness, not to mention that Ye Haoran is just a hobbyist.
But what Kong Chunming’s mother didn’t know was that for Ye Haoran, loving one thing was enough for him to do it to the extreme. For example, if Ye Haoran loved chemistry, he could change the basic laws of the chemical world. Ye Haoran likes to change music, and his level is enough to put the top music masters to shame. Similarly, Ye Haoran loves Chinese medicine. In the entire Huaxia Kingdom, there are only a few people whose level of Chinese medicine is higher than Ye Haoran.
Kong Chunming's mother was worried, but Hasen across from him sneered. He snorted and said, "You don't even have a medical certificate and you dare to talk casually. You are really brave..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of "dong dong dong" came from the ward, followed by Kong Chunming's scream.
Kong Chunming's mother was startled and ran to the ward, shouting: "Son, son, what's wrong with you?"
"My stomach hurts so much." Kong Chunming said something normal.
Hearing these words, Bai Yueqing's face changed. She nervously held Ye Haoran's arms with both hands. At the same time, she was thinking about whether she should call for help now, in case the patient gets into trouble later, or Dr. Hassen calls the police. , Ye Haoran will definitely be put in jail.
Hassen looked at Ye Haoran triumphantly and thought to himself, boy, this time a medical accident occurred, but it is all your responsibility. The doctors and nurses around him sighed. Although they did not believe Ye Haoran originally, they still felt it in their hearts. There was a bit of hope, hoping that Ye Haoran could cure Kong Chunming, but now, after taking the medicine, the patient not only did not recover, but also had a stomachache. The condition must have worsened.
Kong Chunming's attending doctor said earlier: "Dean, let's prepare first aid measures first, and then send him to a mental hospital after the patient's condition has stabilized."
"Shut up." Hassen glared at the attending doctor, "You don't have the right to speak here. How can our hospital accept this manic patient? You are responsible for anything that happens. Besides, his condition has worsened because of this. It was done by a Chinese man, and this Chinese braggadocio must bear full responsibility."
Ye Haoran looked at the dean, shook his head, and said: "I really don't know how you became the dean. In your mind, there are no interests of patients at all, only the interests of the hospital. However, you are not responsible today. Yes, because the patient will be cured immediately."
"Now you still dare to talk to me like this, and you still dare to utter nonsense. When the patient really hurts to death, you will go to jail." Hassen said angrily.
The sound fell, and then there was a thump thump sound in the ward. It was the sound of farts. It turned out that Kong Chunming farted several loud farts in succession. After the farts ended, a foul smell came from the ward. It floated to the door of the ward and onto the corridor. People around covered their noses and hid behind.
Bai Yueqing also covered her nose and pulled Ye Haoran aside.
"Oh my god, why is it so smelly? What happened to the patient?" A nurse shouted. He wanted to enter the ward, but he couldn't because the smell was too strong. Not only was it smelly, it also hurt the eyes. Tears were streaming down her face, and the nurse couldn't bear it any longer and quickly closed the door to the ward.
Hassen glared at Ye Haoran, "What else do you have to say now."
"Of course I have to say it." Ye Haoran looked at Hasen, "If you don't understand Chinese medicine, don't make rash comments. The magic of Chinese medicine is far beyond your imagination."
"Oh, this is the magic of traditional Chinese medicine. After eating, you will feel upset and fart, haha, hahahaha." Hassen laughed so hard that he shed tears.
Ye Haoran curled his lips disdainfully, "In our country of China, even the old men and women in the countryside know that defecation is a detoxification process. After eating something bad or getting angry, if you need to defecate, you will be fine after just defecating. It’s really sad that you don’t understand such a simple truth.”
"Fart, what kind of bullshit is this? Is there any scientific basis? Is there any experimental basis? Yes... ah." Hassen wanted to continue to refute, but suddenly stopped because he saw Kong Chunming standing at the door of the ward. Face of shame and gratitude.
"Why did you come out? Why did you run out? Someone come quickly and tie him up." Ha Sen pointed at Kong Chunming and shouted loudly.
The doctors and nurses around him all looked nervous, ready to step forward and subdue Kong Chunming at any time.
Kong Chunming bowed to Hassen and the doctors and nurses, and said in fluent English: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone, I'm fine now. I'm really sorry for offending you and making you panic. "
"Ah." The doctors and nurses around him were all petrified. They couldn't understand how a manic mental patient could heal instantly, be better than a good person, and be polite.
"Son, it was Director Ye who saved you." Kong Chunming's mother also walked out. She had been staying in the smelly ward. Only a mother could endure such a smell.
Kong Chunming raised his hand towards Ye Haoran and said, "Thank you, your prescription is really effective."
"That's just because it's symptomatic. You haven't had a bowel movement for several days, so you're delirious. If you are really a mental patient, it will be quite troublesome for me to treat you." Ye Haoran said nonchalantly.
Hassen stared at Kong Chunming, his face turning blue and purple. He circled around Kong Chunming twice, and then said loudly: "No, this patient is a schizophrenic patient. Just because he is mentally better now does not mean that he will be normal in the future. He still has to be sent to a mental hospital."
Kong Chunming was not in a hurry, but said to Hassen: "Dean Hassen, I will cooperate with the mental hospital to analyze and supervise my mental condition. However, to be honest, I am really not mentally ill. In the past forty years, , I have never been mad before this morning. It is really because of the tightness and heat in my chest that I can't bear."
Hearing Kong Chunming speak like this, the doctors and nurses around him all felt relieved and started talking among themselves.
"It's really completely healed. Oh my god, it's incredible."
"Yes, is it just because of the bowl of dark stuff I drank just now?"
"I have long heard that Chinese medicine is miraculous. Today is the first time I have seen it. Hey, Huaxia is indeed a very magical and ancient country."
"It would be great if I could travel to China."
Hearing the chat between the doctors and nurses around him, Hassen became even more angry. He turned to the nurses in the mental hospital and said, "You guys, tie up this schizophrenic patient."
Several nurses glanced at Hasen and ignored him at all. Instead, they walked towards Ye Haoran at the same time. One of the psychiatrists said: "Mr. Ye, your medical skills are really amazing and great. Can you please You cannot work in our mental hospital. There are still hundreds of mental patients in our mental hospital, waiting for your salvation, Mr. Ye."
"Uh... no, I can't treat real mental illness." Ye Haoran quickly shied away. He didn't have the consciousness to be a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. Besides, he was still treating mental illness in Country M, so Ye Haoran had no interest in it.
Seeing this situation, Hassen knew that he had no excuse. He quietly stepped back, then stepped back again, then turned and walked away from the crowd.
"Dean Ha Sen." Ye Haoran took a step forward and stood in front of Ha Sen, "I promised to apologize, and I promised to ask for understanding from Chinese medicine. You are a majestic hospital director, and you don't know how to keep your words. "
PS: I recommend the new work "Ultimate Security" by the master of Darkness Rising. Friends who like it can check it out.