The Best Little Doctor

Based on his clinical experience, Tang Jingyuan determined that Zhao Xianliang suffered a sudden hemorrhagic stroke.

The onset of the disease is hemiplegia, slanted mouth, poor speech, even sudden fainting, unconscious mainly. In general, the first two weeks after the onset of the acute phase, two weeks after entering the recovery phase, more than half a year is the sequela phase.

In the acute stage, the combination of traditional Chinese and western medicine is the most effective treatment, but in the recovery stage, the traditional Chinese medicine especially the acupuncture treatment occupies a very important position, acupuncture can significantly improve the paralytic limbs and language functions, improve the cure rate, is the main treatment.

According to this standard, Zhao Xianliang should still be in an acute stage, and even if he were to be sent to the hospital for treatment, it would be impossible for him to immediately awaken.

But the reality was, Zhao Xianliang's mind was clear, he was moving freely, laughing as if nothing had happened, how could he possibly have suffered a stroke?

Tang Jingyuan looked at Zhao Xianliang and Chen Mo in disbelief.

After he confirmed that Zhao Xianliang was indeed safe and sound, he still did not dare believe in Chen Mo's medical skills. With just a few needles, he was able to immediately make a patient with a sudden hemorrhagic stroke jump up and down in activity. This situation was unheard-of even though he had been a neurologist for nearly thirty years.

However, the facts had already been laid out in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it. Recalling what he had just said to Chen Mo, Tang Jingyuan felt like his old face had been slapped until it cracked, making it difficult to stay here any longer. He did not bother to greet Zhao Xianliang as he got more familiar with him, and left dejectedly.

"By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet." Zhao Jinglun asked with a smile.

Chen Mo replied: "My name is Chen Mo."

"Dr Chen, I never thought you would look so young, but your medical skills are so amazing!" Zhao Jinglun praised.

"It's not bad!" Then, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and quickly wrote a prescription, as he handed it over, and said: "Take this prescription according to it. Fry three bowls of water into a bowl, and take a dose each every morning and evening. If there are no other problems, the fee will have to be paid. "

Taking the prescription written by the ballpoint pen, Zhao Jinglun looked at it for a while, then exclaimed: This is a Chinese medicine?

"Right." Chen Mo nodded.

"Ugh …" "Then what's the fee?" Zhao Jinglun asked.

"I told you just now, this needle is 100. There's a total of seven needles, it's 700 yuan." As for the prescription and the consultation fee, that's free. " Chen Mo called out.

Although Zhao Xianliang did not lose his consciousness when he suffered a stroke, he was still dazed and did not know of Chen Mo's bid.

Hearing that it was only seven hundred dollars, he couldn't help but doubt his own ears.

"Little doctor, how much do you think it will cost?" Zhao Xianliang asked.

"Seven hundred." Chen Mo replied.

"Little doctor, are you sure? Seven hundred dollars? " Zhao Xianliang asked again with uncertainty.

Chen Mo nodded, thinking that he thought it was too expensive, he explained: "Before the acupuncture was administered, I had already discussed it with your son, don't think it was too expensive. Although this hemorrhagic stroke is not easy to treat, it requires a lot of energy. In addition to your previous situation where you were in a critical situation, fighting against time, this price is already very fair. "

A blood brain stroke was not easy to treat. In the entire medical realm, probably only Chen Mo would dare to say such things.

After Zhao Xianliang heard this, he shook his head decisively and said, "No, how can I accept this price?"

Chen Mo frowned, "This was agreed upon long ago when we were applying the needles, Old Master, you can't change it."

"You said it to my son. He promised you, but I didn't agree." Zhao Xianliang said arrogantly.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhao Jinglun had not finished speaking when he was interrupted by him, "Do you think your father's life is only worth seven hundred yuan? The price that the little doctor offered, how could you accept it without a conscience? "No, we can't give you this medical fee. We have to increase it by ten times, no, a hundred times."

Chen Mo understood now, it seemed like the old man did not think that it was expensive, he just thought that it was too cheap.

When he was at the Mount Qingxia, Master and Martial Uncle treated all the villagers. After the acupuncture was done, which villager would not have a bitter expression when paying their medical fees? If it wasn't for the rules of the Mystical Doctor Sect, who knows if the villagers would even bargain!

But in this big city, there were many rich people, and each one was more willful than the last. It was one thing to not mention the price, but he was trying his best to increase it.

It was the same for An Donghu's family, and now that they met Zhao Xianliang, it was the same, what the hell was going on!?

After getting scolded, Zhao Jinglun was like an eggplant that had been beaten up by frost. He could only click his tongue, not daring to say a word.

Chen Mo never thought that such a dignified and upright man would have such a face in front of his own father. He said, "Old sir, this seven hundred yuan is the price for my acupuncture. It is not the price of your life. Furthermore, this is the price I am offering you. You cannot give too much, but you absolutely cannot give too little either.

"Who made the rules?" Zhao Xianliang asked curiously.

Chen Mo said: "The rules set by my master, are also rules that I believe to be reasonable."

Zhao Xianliang sighed: "If that's the case, then the little doctor's medical skills are way too cheap."

Chen Mo did not agree with what he said, "I only know of the differences in medical skills, but I have never heard of the difference between high prices and low prices."

Zhao Xianliang was startled!

There were only high and low levels of medical skills, there was no difference between high and low prices!

Chen Mo's words caused Zhao Xianliang to be unable to recover from his shock for a long time.

He had been a doctor for most of his life. Although he had put down the scalpel for more than ten years, his knowledge and insight had not been lost.

Although he had always been studying western medicine and did not understand much about Chinese medicine, he knew that Chen Mo's Acupuncture was very powerful.

How powerful was he?!

Able to cure his hemorrhagic stroke with seven needles.

That was a miracle in medicine!

With this skill, even if he didn't have a degree or a license, he would still be highly sought after in any hospital.

You want a degree? If he were to arrange for a training qualification, wouldn't two years be enough.

You want a license? As long as he had a degree, it wouldn't be difficult for him to obtain a license after passing the examination.

No matter what, there was no need for him to practise medicine in such a manner and charge such a low fee.

Zhao Xianliang was filled with curiosity towards Chen Mo, but at the same time, he felt pity for him.

What he was curious about was his background, as well as the miraculous needle technique.

Where did he come from, and where did he come from? Just what kind of needle technique was the Thirteen Needles of Buring Sun that could cure his hemorrhagic stroke with seven needles? Why had he never heard of it himself?

Zhao Xianliang had many questions in his heart, but he could not ask them out loud. After all, this needle technique was extremely mysterious. One didn't even need to think to know that it was a secret that no one was willing to pass on. If he were to rashly inquire about it and arouse the young man's disgust, then it wouldn't be worth it.

It was a pity that such an unpolished jade could not be carved in his hands. It was truly a pity, a pity!