Chapter 1889

On the first day of opening, there were many patients. The queue was full in the morning, but there were many fewer people in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, when the business just started, the patients in line had no time to give diagnosis and treatment, and Daxu over there was rushed over again.

"Two heads, two heads!"

The stench of Da Xu's body was accompanied by an urgent call. Several of Da Xu's men hurriedly carried him to appear in front of the crowd.

The second son's task was to stare at Duanmu and make shadows at night. However, he didn't have the energy to stare at them all the time, so he lay down on the big tree in the yard and slept leisurely.

Da Xu's men shouted that he was going to sleep and was woken up.

He jumped down from the tree and said angrily, "what are you shouting about? What's the matter with Da Xu?"

"The second leader, all the other doctors here are rubbish!" one of Daxu's men filled with indignation: "seven or eight doctors said they had never seen or heard of his brother's illness. They were helpless. It's really irritating!"

"Is this normal?"

The second son hummed softly and thought these people were stupid. "We have never heard of such a disease. Our Crescent Bay has always been short of resources, and few people have knowledge."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The little eyed man flattered repeatedly, and then the conversation changed, "the second head of the family, the eldest brother is in an emergency. Why don't you let your two doctors show him? The doctor is the only one who can save the eldest brother's life."

The second glanced at him meaningfully.

The man with small eyes was seen with his head down.

The second child turned up a corner of his mouth, reached out and patted the man with small eyes on the shoulder. Without saying a word, he said in a loud voice: "black haired, don't you hurry out to treat my brother?"

Duanmu yawang didn't answer. He hung his head and carefully wrote the prescription on his hand. After writing, he handed it to the patient and ordered some words.

The second son saw that people had never answered. He felt ashamed and walked in with a frown. "What's the matter with you? Why don't you answer? Do you want to turn the world upside down? Or do you think the boss values you and I don't see you?"

"I dare not."

Duanmu yawang, a calm and calm group, answered a few words and continued to explain to the patient. After receiving the patient's gratitude, he raised his head and said to the second child, "just before doing another thing, first solve the thing in hand, otherwise I can't treat the next one at ease, and the patient has to wait for nothing."

The second snorted, noncommittal.

However, he didn't say anything unimportant about the patient.

After all, it's easy to make public anger.

"Hurry up," he urged

"Don't go and continue to look." Duanmu yawang sat still, just picked up the paper and flattened it, then picked up his brush and dipped it in ink. "I already understand his illness. I wrote down the prescription. They just need to do it according to the prescription I wrote."

The old man wondered, "is it that simple?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the corner of her lips, and even if her eyes were covered, she could see a touch of pride on her face: "simple? Write the prescription for this disease. Do you think it's a simple thing? Why don't you try another person?"

Night shadow immediately raised his hand, "I don't know how others are, but for me, I certainly can't write."

"Tut."

The second son looked at the night shadow and Duanmu yawang. Finally, his eyes fixed on her proud face. Somehow, he felt more and more interesting and felt that his eyes were good. "Being a man should be low-key and convergent."

Duanmu yawang ignored him and wrote with his head down.

This time, she wrote five or six pages.

When she wrote a page, the second picked it up and aimed at a page.

Some words he doesn't even know.

The more you look, the more you frown.

However, the more he doesn't know something, the more he feels mysterious. Naturally, he won't refute anything. But when Duanmu yawang wrote so much paper at once, he still couldn't help but say, "why so many? So many drugs are a big pot at a time?"

Duanmuya looked up and continued to write: "his disease can't be achieved overnight. It needs to be treated in different courses."

"Divided treatment? How?"

"First of all, he needs to restrain the virus to prevent it from eroding his body. Second, the deep-rooted germs and viruses in his body need to be discharged one by one, which takes at least seven days. In addition, his trauma also needs maintenance and other prescriptions. Finally, his physical damage is huge this time. He needs to maintain Guyuan and a prescription."

Duanmu yawang's words are reasonable and clear. Anyone with hearing can understand them.

The second has nothing to say.

Duanmu yawang wrote seven pieces of paper in succession, put down the brush, and the accurate super second reached out, "give me the prescription."

The second narrowed his eyes and burst out a dangerous light: "can't I take it?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang shrugged and said easily, "if you can carefully tell people where to buy the herbs in these prescriptions, what year to buy, and which prescription corresponds to which disease, I'd be very happy."

As soon as the second heard it, he cut it and threw the prescription back to her, "rare!"

Duanmu yawang touched the paper, sorted out the order accurately, and said, "the second leader, please call someone who can be responsible for the patient's daily life. I'll tell them what to pay attention to in taking care of the patient and how to deal with the complications in the treatment process."

The second leader was in a good mood. He nodded with satisfaction and called a man over.

Here comes the man with small eyes.

He came with the little eyed man. As he walked, he warned coldly, "don't play tricks again, you know, otherwise I can't guarantee that Da Xu will let you go when he wakes up."

The little eyed man shrunk and replied respectfully: "yes, the second leader said it."

The second is not very satisfied: "that's it?"

The little eyed man bit his teeth and said, "listen to the second leader."

"You know."

The second son patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, pushed the man to the desk in front of Duanmu yawang, and looked at Duanmu yawang and said, "the man has brought it, say it."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang nodded and said one by one with the paper.

Because there are too many things to pay attention to, the small eyed man doesn't know such details and is dizzy.

Not only was he dizzy, but even his second son heard one head and two big ones. Finally, he waved impatiently and said, "don't just use what you say. Write it down. Your brain will remember mistakes and omissions. It's always right to write it down."

"OK."

Duanmu yawang was very clever. Obediently, he picked up his pen and wrote notes full of two pages of paper.