The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 135
"I did not understand."

"After the car accident, Dr. Zheng's daughter became disabled in both legs. The latest medical results released by a foreign hospital have the potential to cure this disability, so Dr. Zheng plans to sell his own medical clinic and take his daughter abroad for treatment."

It turned out to be like this, and Ye Feng finally understood.

Hu Ying continued: "If Qianyi Finance and you jointly take over this medical clinic and let you run it, I believe that it won't take long for this nameless medical clinic to be famous both at home and abroad." .”

"You think so highly of me?" Ye Feng smiled.

"That's, I dare not say anything else. I think your medical skills are the best in China!"

"How much does it cost to buy this medical clinic?" Ye Feng asked again.

Just as Hu Ying was about to answer, a man's voice rang out and said three words: "One hundred million!"

Looking for the sound, he saw a man with disheveled hair and a messy beard walking out of the room. He was wearing a blue-gray antique gown. His whole look could be described in two words.

decadent!

Hu Ying stood up from the chair and introduced to Ye Feng: "This is Doctor Zheng Baishuang from the medical clinic."

Ye Feng stood up, and Hu Ying introduced to Zheng Baishuang: "Dr. Zheng, this is Ye Feng, the partner of Qianyi Finance that I mentioned to you."

Zheng Baishuang seemed too lazy to look at Ye Feng, and said lazily: "You want my medical clinic, [-] million."

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed. It was really a big deal. One hundred million could probably open several medical clinics in the city center.

"Dr. Zheng, didn't you negotiate for 5000 million yesterday? The company has invited professionals to conduct a comprehensive inspection of your medical clinic. According to the current market value, it can be sold for up to 4000 million. We are offering 5000 Wan, that’s already very kind.”

Hu Ying felt a little uncomfortable. After all, the things that had been agreed upon suddenly changed her mind.

Zheng Baishuang glanced at Hu Ying with her cloudy old eyes: "If it were yesterday, I could give you 5000 million, but today, it must be [-] million, otherwise I won't sell it."

"Dr. Zheng, let's discuss the price later." After all, it was only a verbal agreement yesterday and there was no signed agreement. Hu Ying could not forcefully buy or sell.

Zheng Baishuang shook his head: "The price is not negotiable. Of course, if Miss Hu can find a way to cure my daughter's legs, I will give it to you for free at this medical clinic."

Hearing this, the expression on Hu Ying's face became a little ugly. His daughter's legs have been disabled for more than ten years. If they could be cured, they would have been cured long ago.

Zheng Baishuang probably raised the price just because the money was too little.

"Ms. Hu, you think about it for yourselves. I'm going to treat the patient." Zheng Baishuang said, walked to the old man just now, then sat down on a chair on the side and took his pulse.

She came happily, but was treated like this. Hu Ying was a little angry. She looked at Ye Feng and said: "Forget it, let's go and look at other medical clinics. If it doesn't work, we will set up our own medical clinic." .”

Ye Feng shook his head and whispered to Hu Ying: "Wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for?" Hu Ying didn't understand.

Ye Feng didn't know what to say. He just waited for Zheng Baishuang to check the old man's pulse before he walked over.

"Uncle, have you been feeling dizzy and dizzy recently, and have chest tightness and coughing in the middle of the night? There is often blood in your cough?" The old man asked in surprise: "Young man, how did you know?"

Zheng Baishuang on the side couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, because Ye Feng didn't feel the pulse, and just stood in front of the old man and took a look, and was able to accurately tell the symptoms. If the two of them didn't know each other and were not colluding, then it meant that this was the case. Young people have two brushes.

"I diagnose the disease you are suffering from as lung failure. For this disease, the prescription is six grams of white quartz, nine grams of Radix Adenophora, twenty grams of Fritillaria fritillary, thirty grams of Tribulus, 25 grams of licorice, and forty grams of Trichosanthes chinensis. Gram, boil one liter of pure water for three hours to make a medicinal decoction, take it three times a day for a month, and it can cure the disease."

After Ye Feng finished speaking, Zheng Baishuang's cloudy old eyes were fixed on him, because what Ye Feng said was so accurate, and it was exactly the same as the prescription he wanted to prescribe.

The old man and other patients didn't understand this, they just looked at Zheng Baishuang.

When they saw the expression on Zheng Baishuang's face, they knew that this young man must be right, and they couldn't help but be very curious about Ye Feng.

In their minds, Chinese medicine practitioners should all be of Zheng Baishuang's age. People of Ye Feng's age can only help Zheng Baishuang at most.

Zheng Baishuang raised her hands to Ye Feng and said, "It turns out we are colleagues. I'm disrespectful."

Zheng Baishuang filled out the prescription, handed it to the old man, and said, "I'll go to the back hall with you to get the medicine later."

The old man took the prescription with both hands and said gratefully: "Thank you Dr. Zheng."

Then Zheng Baishuang walked to an old lady and sat down next to her, and then took her pulse.

The old aunt was skinny, with sallow skin on her face, and her gray hair looked like withered hay. She would cover her abdomen with her hands from time to time, with a painful expression on her face.

After checking the aunt's pulse, Zheng Baishuang stood up and looked at Ye Feng: "Young man, are you here to diagnose again?"

Hu Ying, who was standing aside, understood somewhat. Zheng Baishuang seemed to be deliberately inspecting Ye Feng.

When he came to talk to Zheng Baishuang yesterday, Hu Ying told him that the person who would take over his Chinese medicine clinic would be a young Chinese medicine doctor.

This time Ye Feng followed Zheng Baishuang's example and sat down next to the aunt, then stretched out his hand to feel her pulse.

Soon Ye Feng got the diagnosis: "Gastritis is one of the stomach diseases."

Ye Feng looked at Zheng Baishuang and said, "If my guess is correct, Dr. Zheng should prescribe her a stomach-nourishing soup, which contains 25 grams of hawthorn, [-] grams of dendrobium, [-] grams of Ophiopogon japonicus, and [-] grams of atractylodes. , twenty grams of jujube, ten grams of tangerine husk..."

Ye Feng told the medicinal materials and dosages used in the prescription one by one. Zheng Baishuang couldn't help but nodded. It was indeed the same as the prescription she was about to prescribe.

"It seems that this young man is also a Chinese medicine practitioner. Even Dr. Zheng agrees with his prescription."

"At such a young age, he understands the art of Chinese medicine. This young man's future development in the field of Chinese medicine is limitless."

"Just now, he didn't take the old man's pulse at all, and he was able to tell the symptoms at once. It's not easy."

Listening to the discussions of the patients in the medical clinic, Zheng Baishuang's old eyes flashed with admiration: "Young man, you are indeed proficient in medical skills. It is not easy to have such attainments at such a young age."

Hearing Dr. Zheng's praise, a middle-aged man couldn't help but came over: "Little doctor, my arm is not moving well after the injury is healed. Can you help me take a look?"

(End of this chapter)