Urban Strongest Medicine God

Ah!" "Murder!

A few patients who were anxious to stir up trouble screamed out and quickly retreated a few steps.

The two people supporting the old lady were incensed. They grabbed Zhao Qiang's arm and questioned him, "Brat, what did you do to the teacher?!"

"It was clearly this old lady who was holding onto me, and I didn't even move. Didn't you see that, hmm?" Zhao Qiang narrowed his eyes and said with a sinister tone.

The two paled and unconsciously let go of her hands. Their four eyes met as they supported the old lady into the infirmary.

"Wait!" Zhao Qiang directly grabbed the old lady's hand and placed his fingers on her forehead. He said in a low voice, "The flow of blood is fluid, like a plate of pearls, this is a slippery vein. Does the old man usually cough and feel pain all over his chest?"

"Yes, how did you know?" The lanky youth on the left was surprised.

Zhao Qiang didn't reply and frowned slightly. The old lady had a lung carbuncle, which was rapidly approaching the sepsis stage.

However, the old lady did not faint because of this.

The Heavenly Book Medical Scripture said that the two diseases were complicated by an impotent carbuncle and typhoid fever. Why did he only come up with one diagnosis?

Zhao Qiang changed his hand and checked his pulse again.

Seeing Zhao Qiang's behavior, a middle-aged woman clicked her tongue and said, "Has this old lady's son gone stupid? He should be sent in to save her and let this young man fiddle around. If something really happens, we'll see who he's crying to!"

"That's right!" Hurry up and save them! "

The surrounding crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

The two youths looked at each other and prepared to carry him into the infirmary.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang withdrew his hand and nodded. He muttered to himself, "One pulse in ten breaths of time. You really hid it well."

Finishing his words, he turned to the square-faced young man on the right and said, "Go to the pharmacy and find some ginseng. Just one tael is enough, then find a cup of cold water. "Be quick!"

"Yes sir!" Not even half a minute later, he found a piece of ginseng and passed it to Zhao Qiang with a cup of water in his hand.

Two people followed behind the square-faced young man. The two of them wore white gowns and carried the doctor's identification cards.

Seeing that the young man had handed the ginseng to a youth of less than eighteen years old, one of the male doctors, who looked to be nearly a hundred years old, pulled at the square-faced young man's sleeve and shouted: "This brat called for the ginseng to save his life?"

The other female doctor, who had followed along, raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Qiang curiously. She didn't say anything.

"Mm, it's me." Without raising his head, Zhao Qiang took the ginseng and combined his palms together. Before anyone could react, Zhao Qiang had already taken the cup from the square-faced teenager.

The powdered ginseng powder slowly sank into the cup. Zhao Qiang lightly shook the cup and the clear and clear pure water turned slightly yellow like soup.

Everyone exclaimed out, "This ginseng turned into powder when it was soaked in water? Jing Min still wants to sell fake medicine? "

Zhao Qiang did not explain. He raised his glass and was about to feed it to the old lady, then he inserted one of his hands into the old lady's mouth.

Raising his head, he saw the old man with anger written all over his face: "Kid, where did this come from? Don't you know that ginseng can eat people to death even if they have something wrong with it? If you don't know, pretending to understand will kill you! "

"I know." Zhao Qiang did not refute him.

"You know? You don't know shit! " The elder laughed angrily as he pointed at the old lady, "I'm the attending physician for Teacher Huang's illness. She's suffering from pneumoconiosis and asthma. Are you giving her ginseng soup to fuel the fire and burn her to death?"

Seeing the work pass on the old man's body, Zhao Qiang also laughed, and asked the two people following behind the old lady: "I wonder if the two of you want this Doctor Li Li Changsong to treat us, or would you like me to do it?"

"This …" The square-faced teenager was stunned, and after a moment he said respectfully: "I will have to trouble Doctor Li to take a look at teacher."

"Yes, let's carry Teacher Huang in first." Li Changsong looked at the two young men carrying the man to the infirmary and snorted disdainfully at Zhao Qiang, "You two are not afraid of slapping Guan Gong's face?!"

Zhao Qiang lowered his head and his eyes dimmed. He withdrew his finger and the ginseng soup in his cup trembled.

At this time, a slender hand covered his hand, opened up his fingers, and took the cup away from him.

"Doctor Li, I advise you to put the person down first and drink this channel recovery soup first."

Zhao Qiang looked up when he heard what he said, but the smile in his eyes caused him to roll his eyes.

In her early twenties, she had just matured. Her almond eyes were flowing with a seductive allure, and she wore an ordinary white coat with a curved S shape, revealing her raised chest line and snow-white legs. Her entire body was exuding a restrained aura!

He was not a Fey, but rather, a Fey!

The other person smiled and leisurely walked in front of the old lady. Before the two young men could stop her, the cup of ginseng soup had already entered the old lady's stomach.

Zhao Qiang narrowed his eyes.

If he wasn't mistaken, those two young men wanted to resist, but they were too fast and easily dodged the attack. They took the opportunity to pry open the old lady's chin and pour the ginseng soup into her mouth.

The whole process took less than three seconds!

Expert! He was definitely an expert!

This woman knew acupuncture points, and she also knew how to force back the inner strength of two tall and strong young men!

It was only until all the way until the Soup Dumplings entered the Old Granny's stomach that Li Changsong finally regained his senses, let out a blood-curdling scream, and roared at the woman: "Lan Yuyan! "Who do you think you are? It's none of your business who eats it to death!"

"It's mine." If it wasn't for Lan Yuyan, he would have also poured the soup into Old Mrs. Huang's stomach.

"The medicine was fed by me, so it's naturally mine." Lan Yuyan threw the cup to the square-faced teenager, and then hooked his fingers at Zhao Qiang: "Little brother, come here."

After saying that, Lan Yuyan reached out and took the old lady's pulse.