C313 strange patient

7: 50 in the morning.

Zhao Qiang and Lan Yuyan came to the Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Many of them had worked in the infirmary for a long time, but they had never seen such a high standard of treatment for an acolyte like Zhao Qiang who had just arrived. Especially since this was the first time he had taken a leave of absence for many days, not only did the curator not get angry, he even supported Zhao Qiang. Everyone was guessing the relationship between Zhao Qiang and the curator.

Hearing the endless discussions, Lan Yuyan's face changed, he looked at Zhao Qiang and said: "Don't care about what others are saying, just do your job."

Zhao Qiang knew Lan Yuyan was worried that he would think too much and felt warmth in his heart. He said seriously, "Yuyan, don't worry, I won't lower myself to the same level as these people."

Lan Yuyan nodded and went to work.

Not long after, Zhao Qiang received a call from the curator, He Shi. He immediately put down what he was doing and went to his office.

"Director He, why are you looking for me?"

The reason why I called you over is to give you some advice. It won't be long before you and Dr. Lan go to the capital to participate in the Medical King Competition, so I hope that you focus on your work and stop running around. I think highly of you.

There must be something wrong with this matter!

Logically speaking, he was just an apprentice, there were so many people in the school who had a huge opinion of him, why would He Shi stand on his side?

Zhao Qiang cursed in his heart as he smiled, "Director, I understand your meaning. Rest assured, I will definitely work hard."

"Zhao Qiang, I am relieved that you can say this."

"Well, curator, if there's nothing else I'll go to work."

"Okay, if there's anything you need, just say it. I'll definitely do my best to support you."

With a faint smile, Zhao Qiang turned around to leave.

Hearing the 'bang' sound of the door closing, He Shi's face immediately revealed a cold smile: "Bringing you to the very top and then throwing you down, that feeling will definitely be worse than death, haha!"

Zhao Qiang had a very high reputation in the infirmary. The news of his return spread throughout the patient group like wildfire. Very soon, many people came to look for Zhao Qiang.

All of this was in the eyes of the people in the infirmary. Other than Lan Yuyan, everyone else had a bigger and bigger opinion of Zhao Qiang. Really, he stole their glory the moment he came back, making it seem as if he was the only doctor in the infirmary.

"Dr. Zhao, thank you. If it wasn't for you, I don't know when my illness would have healed. You truly are a genius doctor!" An old lady pulled Zhao Qiang's hand and said from the bottom of her heart.

"Grandma, please don't say that. Healing and saving a patient is the duty of a doctor. Do as I say, you can recover after drinking medicine for three days."

"Mn, I will definitely do as Dr. Zhao says."

The aunt thanked him a million times and left.

The next patient quickly sat down and began treating Zhao Qiang.

After working busily for almost two hours, Zhao Qiang finally had the time to have a cup of tea to rest. After working busily for almost two hours, Zhao Qiang finally had the time to drink a cup of tea to rest.

A few minutes later, a man in a trench coat and a large hat, with his face completely covered, walked up to Zhao Qiang and sat down. He lowered his voice and said, "Doctor Zhao, can I ask you to go out and treat me alone?

After examining the man for a while, a glint flashed across Zhao Qiang's eyes. He said lightly, "Sure, let's go."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao, thank you very much."

Zhao Qiang greeted Lan Yuyan and left the Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine with this strange patient.

Half an hour later.

The man brought Zhao Qiang to his home. Following that, there was a round of warm welcome. From the looks of it, Zhao Qiang was now treated as if he was his ancestor.

"That's enough, you don't need to be so polite. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'll definitely try my best if I come with you."

Hearing this, the man's expression changed again and again, and finally took a deep breath. He stared at Zhao Qiang and spoke seriously: "Dr. Zhao, let me introduce myself, my name is Yang Mu, I am a public servant, once, by chance I found out that you are an unfathomable genius doctor, you have cured a lot of strange and complicated illnesses, now I am begging you to treat me, even if I have to repay you for your great kindness."

With that, Yang Mu got up and kneeled on the ground, kowtowing three times. This disease had tormented him for many years. If it wasn't for his elderly parents supporting him, he probably would have died a long time ago.

Zhao Qiang didn't expect Yang Mu to do this, it was too late for him to stop Yang Mu. He stepped forward and helped Yang Mu up, "Mr. Yang, you don't have to be so polite. I'm a doctor, it's my duty to treat people."

"Dr. Zhao, you're not me, I don't know how I managed to do it. Your appearance lit up my dark life, and for the past few years, I have been tormented everyday, spending all my savings to cure my disease, but it was useless. Instead, my illness is getting worse."

Zhao Qiang nodded and said seriously, "You have a problem with that. Give me your hand and I'll diagnose it for you."

Hearing this, Yang Mu's body trembled again. Zhao Qiang didn't even need to check his pulse to know that there was something wrong with him. What a genius doctor. Yang Mu took a deep breath to suppress his heart as he stretched out his trembling hand.

Zhao Qiang placed his hand on Yang Mu's pulse card. After two minutes, Zhao Qiang frowned. It was indeed a complicated disease. No wonder Yang Mu was useless even after spending so much time as a doctor, and his condition was getting worse.

Yang Mu saw Zhao Qiang's expression and his heartbeat quickened. If even Zhao Qiang, this godly doctor, was unable to cure him, then this was a huge blow to him.

"Dr. Zhao, can you cure my illness?" Yang Mu gathered his courage and asked with a trembling voice.

Zhao Qiang glanced at Yang Mu and lightly said, "Your illness was brought about by birth, and not formed by precelestial. A few years ago, when you were with a woman, the last step was taken, and now the situation is that when you see those provocative images, it would instantly disappear. Repeatedly, it has dealt a huge blow and damage to your mind and body …"

These words were clearly transmitted to Yang Mu's ears. He swayed from side to side like a boat swaying in a violent storm, as if he could be completely submerged at any moment. Who could imagine the pain of wanting to touch a woman and yet not being able to do so?

"Dr. Zhao, since you have a thorough understanding of my illness, I beg you, you must think of a way to save me! "My parents are getting old and have been urging me to get married and have kids. I don't want them to worry, so I've been busy with work and haven't had the time or time to push things away. This has completely broken their hearts. I'm an unfilial child …"

As he finished speaking, Yang Mu's eyes turned red and he began to wail. Who said that a man's tears couldn't be easily shed? It was just that the time was not up yet.