Unparalleled Immortal Physician

"Miracle doctor!"

Until now, Mr. Zhao has completely surrendered to Zhang Fan!

"Doctor Zhang, I've been practicing medicine all my life, and I've treated countless patients. I thought I was good at it! Unexpectedly, the masters are among the people! I'm convinced, Doctor Zhang!"

Mr. Zhao said with emotion from the bottom of his heart, stood up and bowed to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan hurriedly bowed his head, and said modestly, "Mr. Zhao is over the top! I also saw it in a sudden flash of light in my mind."

"No, Doctor Zhang, I can see that you have amazing medical skills that reach heaven and earth, beyond the reach of ordinary doctors of my generation. I also ask Dr. Zhang to show this old man what kind of disease you have!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and looked at Dean Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, Dean Zhao must have told you that I've come back from the dead, right? Don't listen to Dean Zhao's nonsense, I'm actually not that good! What happened in the hospital last time, It was a coincidence."

Director Zhao looked at Zhang Fan puzzled, meaning: Didn't you promise to treat my grandfather?Why, there is an element of refusal in these words?

Zhang Fan kicked Dean Zhao lightly under the dining table, indicating that he still has more to say.

"No! Doctor Zhang, you guessed my secret question at a glance. You must be an extraordinary doctor, so don't refuse."

"Haha," Zhang Fan said with a smile, "Since Mr. Zhao trusts me so much, I will suggest a small method to see if it can cure Mr. Zhao's illness."

"Doctor Zhang, please tell me!"

Dean Zhao and Mr. Zhao spoke in unison.

"If you want to cure your illness, please bear the pain and give up your love."

"what?"

"That old costume!"

"Costume? What does it have to do with my illness?"

Zhang Fan eloquently said: "The original owner of that costume was originally an opera singer. Later, for unknown reasons, he suffered a bloody disaster. After his death, his ghost lingered and condensed on his favorite costume. This play If the clothes are in the hands of people with strong yang energy, there will be no serious harm. Mr. Zhao, you are over eighty years old and your yang energy is weak, so you are captured by the ghosts in this costume every day, and you are seriously ill."

Mr. Zhao frowned and said, "Since that's the case, why is the rest of the family not affected? Just me? My wife is one year older than me! She is not at home today, otherwise, Dr. Zhang can see that my wife's body Excellent."

"Old Zhao, let me take the liberty of guessing, Mrs. Zhao must be born on the next day of the rooster, the month of the rooster, right?"

"Ah? Exactly! How could Dr. Zhang know?"

"In the world, chickens have the most yang energy. When people are born in this year, this month, and this day, ghosts and gods have to avoid it, let alone a small ghost, how can it hinder her? So Madam is naturally fine."

"Ah, do you really say so?"

"Not only is she invulnerable to all evil, but she will also drive the whole family's yang energy to rise. So, since she married into the family, everything in the Zhao family has prospered, but is it true?"

Mr. Zhao patted his thigh: "That's true. After my wife passed through the door, my Zhao family has developed all the way to this day. No wonder the fortune teller said that my wife is one in a million rich and lucky, and the husband of the prosperous family."

"exactly."

Mr. Zhao was completely convinced this time, with a look of admiration on his face, he asked, "How to dispose of this costume? I listen to the doctor."

"If it is sold, it will continue to endanger new buyers. It's better to suppress it with the law, and it will be settled once and for all. It's just that this costume is a cultural relic, so let Mr. Zhao decide."

Mr. Zhao really felt distressed and refused to make a sound.

Dean Zhao persuaded: "Grandpa, do you still have a lot of antiques? This dress is not bad. If you like it, I will go to the auction to take an ancient opera costume for you someday. Your health is important! You are over 80 years old, if something happens to you, your grandson will not be filial enough!"

Dean Zhao's words were reasonable, and the old man couldn't help being unmoved. He pondered for a while, then patted his hand on the dining table, and said, "Then deal with it."

"Happy!" Zhang Fan said.

"How to deal with it?"

"Do you have black donkey hoof ash in your house?"

Dean Zhao replied: "There is this! I'll go to the pharmacy to get some."

As Dean Zhao said, he walked out of the restaurant and went to the private pharmacy upstairs. After a while, he fetched a small bag of black bone meal, handed it to Zhang Fan, and said:

"This is an authentic wild donkey's hoof. The ash is burnt with peach charcoal. It is usually used as medicine to treat children's nocturnal convulsions."

"It's just right. The peach charcoal fire is especially good at warding off evil spirits. This black donkey's hoof should be more yang than yang."

Zhang Fan asked Mr. Zhao to bring the costumes, and the three of them came to the back garden and put the costumes in an open space.

Zhang Fan sprinkled the ashes of the black donkey's hoof on the costume, poured some gasoline, and set it on fire.

After a while, Zhang Fan saw that the gray cloud on Mr. Zhao's face had dissipated, and asked, "Mr. Zhao, how do you feel now?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head, sneezed, and exclaimed as if waking up from a dream: "Oh, my whole body is relaxed now, and the strength of my arms and legs has recovered."

As he spoke, he did a few movements of Yang's Tai Chi.

Judging by his quick and flexible movements, the disease in his body has indeed been eradicated.

Mr. Zhao fought all the way down, his face was ruddy, and he held Zhang Fan's hand tightly: "Master Zhang, your medical skills are superb, and this old man admires you very much. Excuse me, can you accept me, an old student?"

Zhang Fan quickly laughed and said, "I dare not do it, I really don't dare to do it. I have admired Mr. Zhao's name for a long time, we can learn from each other."

Mr. Zhao nodded, and turned his head to give Dean Zhao a wink.

Director Zhao took out 1000 yuan and handed it to Zhang Fan: "Master Zhang, this fee is not a respect, please accept it."

1000 yuan?

From an ordinary point of view, it is quite a lot.

But Mr. Zhao's yin and evil disease has been cured in so many big hospitals, and now Zhang Fan has been cured with a single trick. Is this great kindness worth only a thousand dollars?

He is really extremely stingy and selfish, not to be friends with.

Zhang Fan was extremely displeased, and had a great dislike for Zhao's grandfather and grandson, and felt a sense of being fooled.

After pondering for a moment, I suddenly thought about it, since he doesn't want to give up money, why don't he help me with something?

"Dean Zhao, I don't charge the consultation fee. If you have the intention, please do me a favor."

help?Dean Zhao was overjoyed: It's a good deal if you don't pay for your efforts. "Please tell me. Although I am a junior dean, I still have some mobility on the ground in Jiangyang County."

"It's easier for Dean Zhao to do this than for others. The clinic in Zhangjiabu Village belongs to the county's second-level infirmary, and it doesn't have the qualifications for third-level immunization promotion. Please ask Dean Zhao to help me find out how to certify a qualification." ?”

With or without qualifications, the benefits of the clinic are quite different.If you have a third-level qualification, you can administer drips and prescribe medicines in the infirmary for prescriptions prescribed by large hospitals in the county and city.

Dean Zhao is actually in charge of this matter, but in order to show his importance, he deliberately said: "This matter is a bit difficult, but I will try my best to do it, and I will reply to you soon."

"Then please."