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Eight hundred and twentieth chapters medicine is mysterious and virtuous

"Your prescription is a joke! If you can prescribe it, can you still use it to treat illnesses here?"

Wang Guoan shouted arrogantly: "Hurry up, if you dare to cause trouble in our Divine Needle King, you will be thrown out immediately."

"you……"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he was shaking all over, but after looking at the tall and strong bodyguards, he could only endure it, turned around and left.

"It's so outrageous. Isn't this bullying? It's obviously a free clinic, but then it turns around and forces people to buy medicine..."

"When you're a bitch, you still have to set up a memorial arch. If you want to make money, why don't you talk about free clinics? It makes people wait in line all night in vain..."

"It's so irritating. Doctors nowadays are very evil-minded. They only care about making money, and they don't even think about treating people..."

Although the people around him were noisy, Wang Guoan didn't care.

He stood on a chair and shouted to everyone present: "My grandfather is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine. It is a great gift to be able to treat you for free.

If you don’t have money to buy medicine, hand over your phone number as soon as possible and don’t waste my grandfather’s time.”

Although the people around him were angry, there was nothing they could do. After all, he was a doctor and the initiative was in his hands.

Wang Guoan said to the people behind him: "Next."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in his 20s came over pushing a wheelchair, with a middle-aged man in his 50s sitting on top.

When he came to the clinic, the young man said: "Doctor, my dad was in a traffic accident last year and injured his spine. The doctor said that the central nervous system was injured and the lower limbs were paralyzed. Can it be cured?"

"Yes, Doctor Wang, I heard that you are the king of magic needles and can cure all kinds of diseases. Do you think you can cure my waist..."

Perhaps affected by what happened just now, the middle-aged man spoke in a submissive manner, seemingly afraid of irritating the other person.

Wang Xuande didn't say anything. He first checked the middle-aged man's pulse, and then said: "I can cure your disease. I can use the Wufeng Chaoyang Needle passed down by our Wang family to repair the damaged nerves, and I can walk again in a month."

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"That's great, Dr. Wang, thank you..."

The middle-aged man and the young man looked surprised. Just as they were about to express their gratitude, Wang Guoan said: "My grandfather uses needles for 10,000 yuan a time, 30 days a month, a total of 300,000 yuan. Pay first and then treat the disease..."

"What? 300,000, is this too expensive?"

Upon hearing the price, everyone present immediately exploded. "Oh my God, it costs 300,000. Is this still a doctor? This is simply robbery..."

"It's too expensive. Acupuncture has no cost at all, but it costs so much..."

Although the person just said that the medicine of the Divine Needle King was expensive, everyone did not have an intuitive concept, but now they can hear it clearly.

300,000 yuan is definitely not a small number among ordinary people in China. Many people only have an income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year, and they have to save for 10 years without eating or drinking.

Everyone else was just enjoying the show, but the father and son were the first to bear the brunt.

The young man said with a grimace: "Dr. Wang, 300,000 yuan is too expensive, isn't it? Can it be cheaper?"

"Cheap?" Wang Guo'an sneered, "You haven't seen what my grandfather is. He is the King of Divine Needles, China's top medical doctor.

It would be great to be able to treat you. I actually have the nerve to bargain for a price of not less than 300,000 yuan. If you want to be cured, get cured. If not, get out of here."

Hearing this, the young man felt angry but did not dare to break out. After all, they had looked at many places but could not cure the middle-aged man's disease.

Wang Guoan sneered again and said: "Let me tell you, the medicine of our Divine Needle King is expensive for a reason.

Our medical skills are good and our products are genuine, but no one except my grandfather can cure his disease."

After he said this, the people around him were immediately silent and no one was talking anymore. After all, the patient was in a weak position and had to ask for help from others.

"No matter how good your medical skills are, you can't just focus on money. You are a doctor, not a profiteer. You must pay attention to some medical ethics."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Bufan walked out from the crowd.

Wang Guoan's eyes widened: "Boy, who are you? You have no right to speak here. If you want to see a doctor, you have to queue up at the back."

"I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm also a doctor."

Ye Bufan glanced at the grandfather and grandson in front of him, and said with a sneer, "Wang Xuande, there are mysteries in medicine and virtues in medicine. I guess your name comes from the two words in this poem, right?"

And you, the kingdom is safe, hanging the pot to help the people spread the praises, saving lives and helping the wounded, the country is also safe.

It seems that your ancestors still hope that you will have medical ethics in your heart, but it is a pity that you have forgotten this and only have money in your eyes. How can you be worthy of the name of the Divine Needle King?"

"So that's it. I didn't expect there to be such a mystery in his name. It's a pity that people in the Wang family only care about money. How can they have any medical ethics?"

"Hang the pot to help the world, bullshit, the Needle King only cares about money."

"Healing the wounded and dying is really a joke to them. It's more like robbing money..."

After Ye Bufan said this, the people around him immediately became noisy again, and the faces of the Wang family and his grandson became extremely ugly.

Ye Bufan is right. As a large family, each generation of the Wang family has already given a name and compiled a genealogy.

Whether it is Wang Xuande or Wang Guoan, they are both names left by their ancestors, and the meaning is just as he said, taken from the two previous poems.

It's a pity that after so many years, medical science has completely become a tool for making money in the Wang family, and they don't even remember the idea of ​​hanging a pot to help the world and saving lives and injuries.

But it's one thing to do it yourself, and it's another thing to have someone point it out. Wang Xuande's old face immediately turned the color of pig's liver.

"Boy, who are you? I don't need you to teach me how to practice medicine."

"Since practicing medicine is unethical, then there is no need for you, the magic needle king, to continue prescribing."

Ye Bufan had just seen clearly what the Wang family's grandfather and grandson had done, and as a descendant of the ancient medical school, he decided to teach them some lessons.

Wang Guoan shouted: "What a joke. My grandfather is a nationally renowned physician. When will it be your turn to decide whether the hospital can open or not?"

Get out of here quickly, or I'll have your legs broken."

"The national expert doctor is just a vain person." Ye Bufan looked at Wang Xuande, "Do you dare to compare your medical skills with me?

If you lose, move out from here, and the Divine Acupuncture King’s Medical Center will be mine from now on.”

"Boy, can you still have some face? Who is my grandfather? Is that something you can challenge?"

Ye Bufan ignored the clamoring Wang Guoan, reached out and took out a small box, opened it and handed it to Wang Xuande: "If I lose, this thing is yours."

Wang Xuande didn't take this young man seriously at first, let alone accept his challenge.

But when he saw clearly what was in the box, his eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed: "Is this the Feihe Golden Needle?"

As the successor of the Divine Needle King, although he has forgotten about medical ethics, he still knows some common sense and legends about medical ethics.

It is no exaggeration to call the Acupuncture Bronze Man and Feihe Golden Needle the sacred products of traditional Chinese medicine, and they are absolutely priceless treasures.

But these two things had disappeared for many years, and unexpectedly the Feihe Golden Needle suddenly appeared in front of him.


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