"A miser, his true colors are revealed as soon as he mentions money."
Xu Jia joked and finally said what he was thinking: "How stupid it is to sit here and wait for patients. We should go to other departments to grab patients."
"Robbing patients?"
Song Xinyi grinned: "Why are you so embarrassed?"
Xu Jia snorted contemptuously: "How can you be so embarrassed when you rob me of 10,000 yuan of medical fees?"
Song Xin's face turned red and he argued again: "This is a bad idea."
"Leaving aside whether the patient is willing or not, other departments may not let him go."
"Pig brain!"
Xu Jia smiled treacherously: "Let's rob those who think the cost of treatment is high, those who have no money for treatment, and those who cannot be treated by other departments."
"Hey, that's right, why didn't I think of that?"
Song Xin jumped up excitedly: "One of the biggest advantages of traditional Chinese medicine is that it costs less to see a doctor. It is most suitable for poor people to see a doctor."
"However, if we snatch those stubborn patients away, will it be a waste in our hands?"
Song Xin was still a little worried.
Xu Jia held his head high: "What are you afraid of? I'm here. You just go and rob people. Go quickly and we'll split up."
"Okay, let's stop showing off."
"I'm going to surgery."
"I'm going to the orthopedics department!"
…
Song Xin and his senior brothers ran out in a hurry like horses and monkeys.
Xu Jia was bored and went to the brain department to grab people.
Brain departments are overcrowded.
Because today happens to be Hong Tianming’s consultation.
He was very famous, and there were so many admirers that there was a long queue.
As soon as Xu Jia walked to the door of the clinic, he saw a migrant worker walking into the clinic holding a film.
And this migrant worker was the same migrant worker Xu Jia met at Yunxiangzhai.
"He has the film in his hand. He must have gone to take a nuclear resonance scan. Didn't he not be allowed to take it? It costs two thousand yuan to take a picture. What a waste."
Xu Jia wanted to hold on to the migrant workers, but he also wanted to see what Hong Tianming did when he was seeing a doctor, so he remained silent.
The migrant worker entered the consulting room and begged in a low voice for a long time.
Hong Tianming slapped the table and scolded the migrant workers with disdain.
"You don't have money? What kind of medical treatment do you have if you don't have money? Is a hospital a charity? Think of me as Guanyin Bodhisattva. It's useless for you to beg me. If you don't have money, you can find a way to go there on your own."
"Hey, this is a hospitalization bill. You need to pay a deposit of 100,000 yuan first. If you can't raise the money, you can take your son home and wait for death. Next..."
"One hundred thousand dollars?"
The migrant workers were stunned.
Plop!
The migrant worker immediately knelt down in front of Hong Tianming: "Dean Hong, don't accept it. My son is only a teenager, and I don't want my son to go away like this. Director Hong, how can I have 100,000 yuan? Can you think of it?"
A cheap treatment option?”
Hong Tianming was unmoved, and he would not help the migrant workers to stand up. He crossed his legs and the uppers of his shoes were almost touching the migrant workers' faces.
"Do you know why your son has headaches and even numbness in his hands and feet? It's because your son has brain flukes in his brain."
"The bugs attach themselves to the blood vessels in the brain and suck blood and nutrients. After more than ten days, there will be more and more brain flukes, blocking the blood vessels, and your son will be hopeless."
"This kind of disease requires a craniotomy, which is very complicated. Only I can do it in Songjiang Hospital. Even if you ask for 100,000 yuan, you are still not satisfied."
The migrant workers were dumbfounded and knelt there with tears streaming down their faces.
The teenage children standing on one side were also frightened.
Hong Tianming twitched his nose in disgust: "If I want to blame you, I can only blame you for your inability to make money, your incompetence! Get out quickly, don't block the way here, the next one..."
A group of patients outside heard that Hong Tianming had such a bad attitude and felt angry, but they dared not speak out.
Who makes Hong Tianming an expert?
Xu Jia couldn't stand it any longer, so he strode in, pointed at Hong Tianming's nose and yelled: "Paralyzed, are you a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, or are you a domineering ancestor?"
With this roar, Xu Jia used his Tao Qi, which was full of intimidation.
Hong Tianming's mind flashed, his body tilted, and he squatted down.
The people outside the door burst into laughter, and secretly praised Xu Jia in their hearts.
"Dean Hong, please get up quickly and please treat my son..."
Migrant workers also went to help Hong Tianming get up.
"Leave him!"
Xu Jia pulled the migrant worker over and shouted with a straight face: "He is such a scum, what are you asking him to do?"
"But, he can treat my son..."
The migrant worker muttered quietly and recognized Xu Jia as the kindhearted person who bought his painting.
Xu Jia said without any doubt: "Don't beg him. I'll treat you. You don't need any craniotomy. It only costs a few hundred yuan."
"Haha, it's so funny."
Hong Tianming jumped up in embarrassment, with disdain on his face: "Xu Jia, don't be too crazy. If you can cure the brain fluke without a craniotomy, I, Hong Tianming, will take your surname and call you dad."
"However, if you can't be cured, take Renshindang and get out of Songjiang Hospital."
"That's what you said."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Xu Jia's mouth: "Okay, I'm betting, let's go to Renxintang with me, and I'll show you what a Chinese treasure is."
He dragged the migrant workers and their son out.
Hong Tianming followed closely with a dozen doctors from the brain department.
All the doctors shook their heads.
I have never heard of Chinese medicine treating brain flukes.
Xu Jia smiled at the patients queuing up: "The doctors are gone, so why are you queuing up? Why don't you follow me to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and experience the magic of Chinese treasures?"
All the patients cheered and followed Xu Jia to Renxintang.
Brother Song Xin also brought back some patients. A group of doctors from other departments blocked the door, scolding Song Xin for being shameless and chattering endlessly.
"Step aside!"
Xu Jia pushed the doctor blocking the door aside.
The doctor looked at Xu Jia's gloomy face and was so frightened that he didn't dare to murmur any more.
Xu Jia asked the migrant worker's child to sit down and took his pulse.
Hong Tianming hugged his shoulders and sarcastically said: "It's really a dog meddling in the other's business. A little Chinese doctor actually wants to treat brain flukes. Haha, the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth."
"Shut your donkey lips and horse mouth!"
Xu Jia picked up the cup and poured cold water on Hong Tianming's face.
Hong Tianming was in a panic, but he was frightened by Xu Jia's domineering momentum and did not dare to fart.
In fact, even Song Xin and others were very skeptical.
When Song Xin heard the bet between Xu Jia and Hong Tianming, he broke into a cold sweat and cursed in anger.
"Damn it, this kid must not lose his temper, otherwise he will get out as soon as Renxintang comes in. I can't afford to lose that person."
The migrant worker nervously held his son's hand and muttered tremblingly: "Can Chinese medicine really treat brain flukes? I have a little bit of this, that..."
He was very suspicious, but he didn't dare to say it.
Xu Jia ignored the migrant worker's concerns and took the child's pulse. A pair of deft hands touched the child's headache area, and a smile appeared on his lips.
The silver needle flashed in his hand and pierced the five major acupoints on the back of the child's head: Yamen, Jade Pillow, Fengfu, Naohu, and Tianzhu.
Completed in one go, neat and tidy.
Afterwards, Xu Jia leisurely sat back on the chair and shook his finger: "Just wait ten minutes..." (To be continued)