"Doctor Wan, I want to see Dr. Wan for medical treatment...!"
"Hey, don't cut in line. I was obviously the one who got there first. Get out of here...!"
"Hey, you still dare to push me. I was the first person in line, so get out of here..."
For a moment, at the door of Wan Yunting's clinic on the second floor, a group of men and women were blocking each other. They were arguing with each other. Two of them were already wrestling with each other. They kept yelling curses, which completely frightened Wan Yunting in the clinic and outside the crowd.
Jiang Yichun and Li Chengde, as well as Sister Yan and Dai Xiaotong, were dumbfounded.
"Why are you still standing there? Go next door and call the two security guards. Xiao Tong Guilin, please go up too. Don't let them fight..."
Director Li reacted and immediately shouted to Dai Xiaotong and Zhang Guilin beside him. Xiaofang also hurriedly went downstairs and went to the hospital next door to find security guards to stop them, otherwise there would be chaos.
"I'll go first, get out of my way..."
At the door of the clinic, several young people were arguing with each other. They all wanted to go in and let Wan Yunting see a doctor and prescribe medicine. They looked at each of them with red faces and fights. They didn't look sick. They were obviously pretending to be sick to get medicine by cheating.
That's when it became real.
Wan Yunting immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number without hesitation. It was the director of the nearby police station. After a while, deputy director Zhang Xun hurried over with a group of police officers and quickly stopped him.
A group of people blocked the door of the clinic and made trouble.
"Doctor Wan, I'm really sick. Just give me a look."
A middle-aged man shouted to Wan Yunting without giving up.
Wan Yunting pressed his hands on them, nodded expressionlessly and said: "I know why you came here, but I am really inconvenient today. If you are really feeling unwell, you can line up and let our Director Li show you, okay?
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"Yes, you all come over and line up..."
Li Chengde, who was standing in his clinic at the other end, shouted to the group of people.
"No, we are here to treat Dr. Wan. We don't trust other doctors. Dr. Wan, just show me."
Another young man ignored the police's obstruction, and suddenly a group of people started yelling, insisting that he see a doctor.
Wan Yunting took out a ballpoint pen from the breast pocket of his clothes and said simply: "I can treat you guys, but today I will write the prescription with a ballpoint pen!"
"Ah, why don't you write with a brush?"
"That's right, Doctor Wan, you should write prescriptions with a brush, preferably in cursive font..."
As soon as they heard that Wan Yunting was going to write a prescription with a ballpoint pen, the group of people suddenly stopped daring. The police who blocked them were confused and confused. They had no idea whether these people were here to see a doctor or to cause trouble.
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"Yeah, and he said he was sick."
Immediately, Wan Yunting threw the ballpoint pen on the table, took off his white coat and walked out of the consulting room. The group of people still pestered him, which made Wan Yunting very helpless. Finally, he shouted with a cold face: "Everyone, you guys
Aren't you just pretending to be sick and trying to trick me into writing a prescription? This is a hospital. If you continue to make trouble, the police comrades can only take you back to the police station to deal with it."
For a moment, these people looked at me and I looked at you, and they were too embarrassed to continue making trouble.
Finally, under the persuasion of Deputy Director Zhang Xun and others, the group left in despair.
"Director Zhang, thank you..."
Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun thanked Deputy Director Zhang Xun and watched them go downstairs and leave...
"Oh, you said this was the fault."
Li Chengde shook his head and sighed. Jiang Yichun turned his face and looked at Wan Yunting, smiling: "I can only say that Xiao Wan's calligraphy is valuable. These people are shameless and deliberately pretend to be sick to get prescriptions. If Xiao Wan hadn't just said to write prescriptions with ballpoint pens,
, they didn’t give up.”
Wan Yunting did not expect such a situation to arise, so he could only smile bitterly and said: "It seems that in the future I will have to use a ballpoint pen to write prescriptions when seeing a doctor."
"Xiao Wan..."
At this time, Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi came over together, pointed to a few people gathered downstairs, and said, "They all come here to ask you for prescriptions?"
Wan Yunting greeted them and nodded helplessly: "Yes, they all came here deliberately pretending to be sick to trick me into prescribing medicine."
Fang Guowen raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect those people would do this when they saw that your prescription was valuable."
"Guowen, come in and talk."
Jiang Yichun naturally knew Fang Guowen, so he invited everyone to sit in the living room of his office and drink tea and talk. At the same time, he also asked Director Li to hang a rest sign at the door of Wan Yunting's clinic to prevent anyone from deliberately pretending to be sick.
come over.
"Now, not only on the Literary Association Forum, but also on other forums, your prescriptions are openly being sold. Xiao Wan, take a look..."
Fang Guowen, who was sitting next to him, took out his mobile phone and opened the forum. There was a post with a photo of a prescription. There were tens of thousands of comments below, including various comments, and some openly bidding. At the same time, the person who posted the post finally said,
The prescription has been sold. As for how much it was sold for, it was a private transaction between them and no one knows.
"This is the medicine I prescribed."
Looking at the prescription in the picture, Wan Yunting recognized it immediately and said, "It's the patient with gastrointestinal disease. The prescription is correct."
Hu Tianchi took the tea poured by Director Li and said thank you, then turned to him and said: "Many people are now posting on major forums selling prescriptions, and this matter has become a big deal."
"Yes, not to mention that you have treated so many people and prescribed so many medicines. Some people may not care about losing their prescriptions, but now that there are so many prescriptions, it is obviously not like they are fake, but this is not the case after all.
What a good thing."
Fang Guowen nodded and said.
Wan Yunting took a sip of tea and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Fang, is there anything you can do to stop it?"
"no way."
Hu Tianchi shook his head and said: "Even if those people are prohibited from selling on the post, there are still some in the market privately."
Fang Guowen said: "Unless you see a doctor in the future, you don't need to write with a brush. At the same time, you also make it public that this storm is only temporary. After all, you are famous and your works have not leaked out of the market, so everyone is so after you."
Calligraphy works and prescriptions are so popular, as long as you don’t use calligraphy to write prescriptions in the future, I believe this situation will not happen.”
Wan Yunting nodded. He really didn't expect to win first place in the Lanting Award calligraphy competition. What also made him famous overnight was Fan Liren's public praise of him in front of the media, which made him a hot young calligraphy master.
"Well, this can only be done for now."
Wan Yunting nodded helplessly and said with a wry smile: "I'll make a fight later and make it public so that those people don't deliberately pretend to be sick and come here to cause trouble."
Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi, as well as Jiang Yichun and Li Chengde all nodded, and finally drank some tea before they went back. Zhang Wenxia and his wife just came over. It was Wan Yunting who sent them a message in the morning,
Let them come to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department for review.
"Sister Wenxia, your skin has recovered very well."
Let Zhang Wenxia and his wife enter Mr. Jiang's office. Wan Yunting saw that her skin laxity had obviously recovered a lot. Now her skin no longer had the loose and loose feeling before, and had returned to the tightness of normal skin.
Moreover, her appearance has also returned to some of its original appearance. If before treatment, it was like being seventy years older, then now Zhang Wenxia has returned to her forty-year-old appearance.
"Yes, thank you very much, Dr. Wan."
Now Zhang Wenxia sees that her disease is getting better day by day, and she has returned to her original lively and confident self.
After all, skin laxity has brought her too much pain and haze.
Jiang Yichun and Director Li were also very complimentary when they saw it. Wan Yunting said with a smile: "I will give you acupuncture later. If we insist on it for another month, your disease will be completely cured and you will be back to your original state."
"good…"
Zhang Wenxia and her husband Zheng Yuanqiu nodded happily, and then Wan Yunting got up and took them back to his clinic, where he gave Zhang Wenxia an acupuncture treatment. After all, she had recovered half of her disease, and still needed two acupuncture treatments and a month.
Drug fumigation, sweating and steaming can cure the disease completely...
After Zhang Wenxia finished acupuncture, it was already noon. The couple dragged Wan Yunting out no matter what they said and invited him to have lunch. At the same time, they also said: "Doctor Wan, I watched a few fights last night.
It says someone is selling your prescription, and one prescription is worth more than a million, is it true?"
Wan Yunting, who was full, put down his chopsticks, took a sip of juice, looked at the couple, nodded and smiled: "It's true, you also have two prescriptions from me. If you are short of money, take advantage of the current trend to get them."
Go ahead and sell it, I don't mind."
Upon hearing Wan Yunting's personal admission that it was true, Zhang Wenxia and Zheng Yuanqiu looked at each other in surprise, then shook their heads and said, "No, Doctor Wan, you have been very kind to us, and I have to keep your two prescriptions well."
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Wan Yunting smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid that if I lose my fame in the future, then the prescription will be worthless?
Taking advantage of the current popularity, we might be able to sell it for a lot of money."
Zhang Wenxia smiled and said: "Doctor Wan, you saved me. I can't sell your name for money. I believe you will become more and more famous in the future. Maybe if we treasure your prescription, the value of it will increase in the future."
"Ha ha…"
These words made Wan Yunting laugh and nodded: "Okay, then I will lend you your good words and make the prescriptions in your hands more and more valuable in the future."
Zhang Wenxia and Zheng Yuanqiu nodded and smiled. They kept Wan Yunting's kindness in mind and believed that he would become more and more famous in the future, so they naturally wanted to keep his prescriptions in their collection...