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"Shi Lei, is there a problem?" Peng Quantong turned and asked for Shi Lei's opinion.

"No problem." Shi Lei said.

"Then let's begin." Peng Quantong rolled up his sleeves: "Let's compete for diagnosis in the first round, it's the same as last time. We will select patients for diagnosis and treatment on the spot, I am the host and I am the one who opened this infirmary, in order to avoid any suspicions of cheating, all the patients will be randomly selected, what do you think?"

"Everything will be decided by Old Peng." Shi Lei readily agreed.

He knew that based on Peng Quantong's identity and status, he would not do anything opportunistic. Once word of this got out, it would be a fatal blow to his reputation.

Besides, so what if he cheated?

In front of brilliant medical skills, all schemes and tricks were like paper tigers.

Peng Zhaoyuan called out, and someone immediately delivered the patient's waiting list that day.

"You first." In order to prove his innocence, Peng Quantong actively requested for Shi Lei to choose his number.

"Number 16." Shi Lei said.

After Shi Lei finished choosing the number one patient, Peng Zhaoyuan immediately picked the number sixteen from the waiting list.

"Xu Chao, male, 38." Information on Peng Zhaoyuan's name on the waiting list.

"Ask him to come up." Luo Baiqiu said with a straight face.

Under the guidance of the medicine clerk, a man who was clutching his stomach with a bitter expression was quickly brought into the VIP office.

When the man saw so many old men in the room, he was obviously startled. He stopped and turned around to ask the doctor, "I say, are we in the wrong place?"

The guide smiled and said, "Sir, congratulations to you. Our old shopkeeper and a few experts are preparing to personally help you with your consultation."

The man's facial muscles stiffened and he almost cried out, "What happened? What's wrong with me? That serious? You even need experts to consult you? "

Faced with the patient's flustered mood, the medical director didn't know if she had received an explanation beforehand, or if her ability to respond had improved. She said, "Sir, it's like this, today is our old shopkeeper's monthly free clinic, and one of the patients on that day will be randomly selected for treatment, and no fees will be charged."

"Is that so?" When the man heard this, his face was immediately filled with smiles. "Then I'll have to trouble the experts."

He also noticed that these old men seemed to be quite capable. If they were to help with the treatment, it would be very easy for them to cure the disease.

Besides, he wasn't going to take any money, so he didn't want to give it a try.

Peng Quantong nodded, then said to Shi Lei: "You first."

Shi Lei walked over, extended his hand, and grabbed the man's wrist, beginning to check his pulse.

"Didn't you say that the old shopkeeper would treat me? Why did you send out an intern? " The man looked angry. He felt cheated.

"Don't talk." Shi Lei cast a glance at him, "To avoid aggravating the patient's condition."

Startled, the man immediately shut his mouth.

This time, Shi Lei took a little longer to feel the patient's pulse, so he took two full minutes. Furthermore, when he was checking the patient's pulse, he had been observing the patient's facial features.

When he saw the red lines in the patient's eyes and the dry cut on the corner of his mouth, he already understood and loosened the patient's wrist.

After Shi Lei felt his pulse, Peng Quantong walked over and grabbed the man's wrist and pressed on it for a while.

After the two of them had separated, Luo Baiqiu stood up and asked, "Do the two of you have any questions for the patient?"

"Nope." Shi Lei shook his head.

"Neither did I." Peng Quantong also shook his head.

It seemed that both the old and the young were well-prepared. Just based on the "hope" and "cut" of TCM diagnosis, they already knew what illness a man had.

"If there are no questions, the two of you can write down the diagnosis report on paper. In order to increase the difficulty of the first diagnosis, I suggest that you write down the prescription that you have in mind."

There was someone in the room who had already prepared ink and paper. Shi Lei and Peng Quantong walked to the front of the table and started to write.

Peng Quantong's calligraphy was powerful, his speed was fast, and he used the common herb used in traditional Chinese medicine.

If they were to treat it as a standard, then it would not be surprising to those who knew what was good for their money.

However, everyone's attention was attracted to Shi Lei's calligraphy, including his.

Following Shi Lei's movement, beautiful words appeared on the paper. The style was thin and elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water, smooth and comfortable.

Everyone recognized the handwriting as an imitation of the calligrapher Su Shi's. Although it was only similar in appearance, it was still a very rare and valuable character for a young man of his age.

"Good calligraphy." Luo Baiqiu, who had been silent all this time, praised.

Old Wen, who was grabbing it, also applauded. "Beautiful! Truly beautiful! This calligraphy skill of mine can only be practiced for a few decades."

Wang Binglin also smiled in praise. "It's rare for a young man to write such a beautiful calligraphy."

Despite being praised so highly by others, Shi Lei did not react at all.

The reason was simple: he was thick-skinned.

Although many of the things that young people nowadays knew, such as not knowing how to use computers, sing or drive, many people did not know what he knew.

Especially in the modern city, the handwriting style had long been replaced by the keyboard. Those who could write such a beautiful handwriting were mostly half-buried old men, and among the young people, there were very few.

After Peng Quantong finished writing the prescription, he turned around and looked at Shi Lei's calligraphy piece, and sighed: "The calligraphy piece is just the facade, with just this good writing, I lost ten percent."

Shi Lei put down the brush, and said with a smile: "I will be the laughingstock of the seniors now."

"What's there to be modest about? With your name, no one can laugh at you." Luo Baiqiu's tone was still stiff and stiff, but everyone could hear that he could not hide his admiration for Shi Lei.

Old Wen laughed and said, "Let's look at the prescription first."

The three of them put Peng Quantong and Shi Lei's prescriptions together and studied them together. Luo Baiqiu said, "The diagnosis is similar;

"However, the recipe is very different." Old Wen said, "Old Peng opened Wai Ling Xian's place. The main point is to use 'one with one hundred' and 'one with a hundred' and 'extinguish fire'. This is a good prescription."

"As for Shi Lei, he opened a prescription for the Da Cheng Qi Soup. However, he did add a few medicines for the Wai Ling Immortal." BingYonglin turned to Shi Lei and asked, "Isn't this prescription a bit too harsh? "Big Chengqi Soup already has the effects of clearing meridians and regulating qi. If you add some laxatives on top of that, wouldn't that be too much to handle?"

Shi Lei glanced at the man who was at a loss, and laughed: "Wei Ling Xian has the ability to channel and adjust Qi, with this, you can trigger the medicinal power of the Great Qi Bearing Soup, with the effects, the feces will naturally be open, Wei Ling Xian's effect, is just like a fire machine for lighting cigarettes, without fire, how can you smoke?"