Chapter 347 Open the hall, hang the pot to help the world!
The plaque that had been passed down for hundreds of years turned into pieces and fell to the ground one after another!
thump!
Ignoring the gazes of others, Zheng Qinghe knelt on the ground, holding the fragments of the plaque in his hands, and shouted heartbreakingly:
"You bastard!"
"This is the heirloom of our Zheng family!"
"Ah ah! Chu Ye, I will fight you until death!"
Chu Ye glanced at him and wrote lightly: "Do you, a traditional Chinese medicine scum like you, deserve the word "benevolence" as a doctor?
"you!"
Zheng Qinghe was speechless.
Zheng Song rushed over and said angrily: "You are a person who talks about benevolence, justice and morality. How can you treat so many patients? Since you can't help them, stop pretending here!"
Hear this.
Chu Ye smiled.
That he doesn’t understand medicine?
This was probably the funniest joke he had ever heard.
How could the sole disciple of the majestic ghost doctor Chen Qingfeng not understand medicine?
good.
Since you are ignorant.
I, Chu Ye, will open a clinic to practice medicine today and hang a pot to help the world!
"Scorpion, bring me a pen!"
Chu Ye shouted coldly.
Zheng Qiang stepped forward and handed the pen to Chu Ye.
boom!
Chu Ye sat in the lobby and lowered his big hands.
"Today I, Chu Ye, will practice medicine. If you trust me, feel free to come!"
The next moment, everyone in the audience was stunned.
Many patients were obviously hesitant. Although they admired Chu Ye very much, Chu Ye looked too young!
As we all know, in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, the older you are, the better your medical skills are.
Traditional Chinese medicine relies on accumulation. Without decades of accumulated experience in consultation, it would be difficult to treat people.
What's more, most of the patients coming today have difficult and complicated diseases.
Compared with ordinary TCM outpatients, their diseases are much more complex and difficult to treat.
"I believe you!"
There was a sudden shout from the audience.
I saw the old man who had been driven away earlier staggering back to the medical center and walked up to Chu Ye.
The old man laughed miserably and said: "Anyway, I'm old and don't have many years to live. Instead of being scolded as a pauper and being driven back to the countryside, I might as well go out and give it a try!"
"Sir, please treat the old man!"
The old man stretched out his arm and handed it to Chu Ye.
at this time.
Dozens of pairs of eyes at the scene looked at Chu Ye without blinking.
There was curiosity on their faces, wondering whether Chu Ye could heal people.
Is it true that as Zheng Qinghe said, the young man in front of him is just a mediocre person who talks about benevolence, justice and morality but has no strength?
Chu Ye stretched out his hand, took his pulse, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Pick up the paper and pen and write down a recipe in a hurry.
"Long-spirited, abdominal pain at night, loss of appetite, and nightmares at night."
Chu Ye said without raising his head.
"Ah! Yes, yes! Everything you said is right, sir!"
When the old man heard this, he suddenly became excited, his eyes sparkling, "Sir, how did you know? You are really a miracle doctor! You saw these symptoms before I even mentioned them!"
After hearing the old man's words, everyone couldn't help but look at Chu Ye with admiration.
This young man is truly a miracle doctor!
Compared with Zheng Qinghe, the so-called "crazy doctor", Chu Ye's medical skills are simply amazing!
Immediately afterwards, Chu Ye handed the written prescription to the old man.
On the prescription, there are seven or eight Chinese medicines written, as well as matters that need attention.
In the prescription, Chu Ye's handwriting is dignified and vigorous, and he says without hesitation that this handwriting is comparable to that of a great calligrapher!
Compared with Zheng Qinghe's crooked and difficult-to-identify prescriptions, reading the prescriptions written by Chu Ye is simply a pleasure.
The old man excitedly took Chu Ye's prescription, scanned it quickly, and asked tremblingly: "Sir, how much do these medicines cost in total?"
"Within thirty yuan." Chu Ye said bluntly, "You can buy it in any drugstore."
What?
The prescription Chu Ye prescribed was less than thirty yuan?
The patients who were watching were immediately shocked!
You know, the medicines Zheng Qinghe prescribed to the elderly before started to cost thousands of yuan for any medicine!
The difference between tens of dollars and thousands of dollars is a hundred times!
For an old rural farmer who has no pension and relies on farming for a living, these few thousand yuan may be his last coffin!
"If you have any questions in the future, please call me at any time." Chu Ye wrote his mobile phone number on the back of the prescription.
The old man excitedly held the prescription, carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.
"Thank you sir for saving my life!"
Before the old man finished speaking, his knees suddenly bent and he was about to kneel down!
Wow!
Chu Ye quickly took action and held the old man up.
"Sir, I can't repay you for your great kindness, old man!"
"To be honest, my wife has been paralyzed in bed for three years, and we have no children. If I fall ill again, I'm afraid my wife will starve to death in bed."
"I was kicked out of this hospital just now, so I decided to buy a bottle of sleeping pills, thinking that instead of letting my wife starve to death alone in bed, I might as well die with her."
"You saved me, which means you saved my life and that of my wife! I must kneel down this time!"
Hearing the old man's words, many patients onlookers wiped away tears. We are all sick people and sympathize with each other. Many people actually have the same thoughts as the old man.
Some people are seriously ill and don't want to burden their children. If they really can't be cured, they plan to die.
You must know that although today's per capita income is quite high, most people still live without dignity and cannot afford to get sick. A serious illness is enough to drag a well-off family into a miserable hell!
Chu Ye felt sad for a while, patted the old man's shoulder and said nothing more.
"Zheng Qinghe, open your eyes wide and see, don't poor people have the right to live in this world?"
A cold shout made Zheng Qinghe almost lose his mind.
Within half an hour.
Dozens of patients sought treatment from Chu Ye one after another.
And Chu Ye helped them write the prescriptions one by one.
Each of these patients was full of gratitude. They were patients with financial difficulties, otherwise they would not have come all the way here and struggled to get Zheng Qinghe's free clinic coupons since early in the morning.
To these patients, Chu Ye was simply a living Bodhisattva.
And Chu Ye, sitting in the lobby, writing furiously, his serious look with sweat on his forehead, was also photographed with a mobile phone.
Chu Ye didn't know it yet, but the appearance of him practicing medicine at Zheng Qinghe Medical Center had been posted on the Internet, causing an uproar.
After reading the last patient, Chu Ye finally exhaled, put down his pen, and stood up slowly.
Look at Zheng Qinghe.
now.
Zheng Qinghe slumped in his seat, his forehead covered with sweat.
Without Chu Ye saying anything, he knew that his medical clinic was finished.
After today's incident, his reputation is completely ruined!