As soon as Ye Wendong said these words, everyone was shocked.
After Song Yunqian was stunned for two seconds, she cursed: "Where do you get your face? Do you think Mr. Luo is not as good as you?"
Ye Wendong nodded and said: "This is a fact."
Seeing how arrogant this boy in his early twenties was, Zhuo Wei suddenly became interested and said, "Then are you confident that you can cure my disease?"
Ye Wendong glanced at Zhuo Wei and said, "What's so difficult about this?"
Zhuo Wei nodded and said, "Okay! Let me show you your confidence. If you are cured, I will make you famous all over the world. If you can't be cured, huh! Just wait and be infamy for thousands of years! Come and ask
Get a diagnosis."
Ye Wendong walked over and sat where Han Tianyu usually sat, while Han Tianyu and Song Yunqian stood aside waiting to watch the show.
Song Yunqian secretly laughed and said: "Tianyu, I just thought he was scared and was about to retreat, but I didn't expect this idiot to directly hit the gun!"
Han Tianyu had never seen such a stupid person. He was still thinking of setting a trap for Ye Wendong again, but he never thought that Ye Wendong would push him to the forefront.
After Ye Wendong sat down, Zhuo Wei threw his medical record in front of him, then habitually put his hand on the pillow and waited for Ye Wendong to take his pulse.
But Ye Wendong didn't take the medical records, nor did he check Zhuo Wei's pulse. He glanced at Zhuo Wei and said directly: "It's a terminal illness."
The three people in the clinic were stunned, and Han Tianyu couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Ye Wendong, isn't it? You don't have the ability to cure it yourself, so you just say it's a terminal illness?"
Song Yunqian also said sarcastically: "He didn't even read his medical records, and he didn't even check his pulse. He really relied on his mouth to output information!"
Zhuo Wei was also so angry that he yelled, "You kid, curse me! You're done!"
Ye Wendong was not in a hurry, his eyes were very clear, and there was a faint green light flickering, "It is indeed a terminal illness, I am not talking nonsense. Your face is blue, your yang is sluggish, your eyes are extremely deep, your steps are floating, and you have been unable to sleep for the past month.
Okay, your head still hurts, right?"
Zhuo Wei was stunned, "You, how do you know? Have you seen my cases in advance?"
Song Yunqian next to her disagreed, "Reporter Zhuo, you just said that you had insomnia. He must have taken the opportunity to get off the slope."
Ye Wendong ignored Song Yunqian and continued: "You didn't tell the truth to the doctor, did you? It's not that you can't sleep because of your head pain. You can sleep, but every time you fall asleep, you dream."
Han Tianyu, who was leaning against the door, stood up straight and asked, "Reporter Zhuo, can you fall asleep?"
Zhuo Wei's face became a little weird, and he said: "It's not like he can fall asleep. He wakes up after sleeping for three to five minutes. What's the difference between not sleeping at all?"
"Why is there no difference?" Ye Wendong snorted, "It's hard to sleep when you have a headache and insomnia. You don't dare to sleep, right?"
Zhuo Wei's heart was shocked. Before the boy took his pulse, he knew that he couldn't sleep well and kept dreaming. He also had a headache when he woke up. It seemed that there was something wrong with him.
Han Tianyu saw Zhuo Wei getting angry every time he came to the hospital. Unexpectedly, he didn't tell the doctor about his condition at all. Han Tianyu couldn't help complaining and said: "Reporter Zhuo, if you conceal your condition, don't blame us for not being able to tell."
Zhuo Wei felt a little unjust and didn't know how to argue.
However, Ye Wendong spoke up and said: "If the patient doesn't tell you his condition, you can't make a diagnosis? If a comatose person comes in and can't describe his condition, you won't be able to treat him? In the end, your medical skills are not good enough.
Han Tianyu."
Han Tianyu was choked by Ye Wendong, and his anger rose in his heart.
Song Yunqian, who admired Han Tianyu on the side, couldn't swallow this breath and cursed back with her hands on her hips: "Ye Wendong, what can you do to be so arrogant? It's just that you were fooled!"
Ye Wendong raised his eyebrows, "Meng? You don't rely on gags to treat illnesses. Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
Song Yunqian's face turned green and white at turns after being slapped by Ye Wendong.
Han Tianyu calmed down and felt that Ye Wendong was not fooling him, but more like he was lying.
He deliberately asked Zhuo Wei if he couldn't sleep well and kept dreaming. After all, people with insomnia can't sleep for a moment. If he didn't sleep for a month, Zhuo Wei would have died long ago.
Ye Wendong is really naughty. He must have used this trick to get Luo Jinsong to recommend him, right?
Han Tianyu knew that Ye Wendong had no real talent and knowledge, so he laughed angrily and said: "Since you are so capable, then you can tell me the cause of Reporter Zhuo's illness and how to cure it, without using any fancy tricks to confuse the public."
Ye Wendong's eyes fell on Zhuo Wei again, with a teasing smile on his face and said: "Reporter Zhuo, do you have some erotic dreams as soon as you go to bed, which makes you vent frequently, your body can't bear it, and your head is in trouble.
It hurts, so you don’t dare to sleep?”
Zhuo Wei suddenly stood up and kicked over his chair. He stared at Ye Wendong in disbelief with his eyes wide open, "You, you, how do you know!"
It was because the cause of the disease was so shameful that Zhuo Wei hid it. He never told anyone!
Ye Wendong smiled heartily and said: "I just gave you a consultation and found out. You are poisoned. The scientific name of this poison is spring poison, which is refined from seven or forty-nine spring flowers in spring. You have been poisoned by this poison.
People who often have erotic dreams will cause the yang fire to stagnate and the yang to leak. In the later stages, the head will tingle more and more. In another week, you will die suddenly because of the burst blood vessels in the head. The symptoms of aphrodisiac are difficult to detect, even if the instrument is used
I can’t tell there’s anything wrong with your head. Because the test can’t detect it, the patient can only wait to die, so I say it’s a terminal illness.”
Zhuo Wei's scalp was numb. Now he couldn't care less because Ye Wendong had corrected his symptoms. He hurriedly begged: "Doctor Ye, is there any remedy? I'm still young and I don't want to die!"
Ye Wendong said: "Don't worry, I can diagnose it, which means I can treat it. This is a chronic poison. There should be a source of poison in your home. Generally speaking, this poison will be made into aromatherapy and the like. Please pay attention to it yourself.
Don’t go back to live during this period. I will detoxify you now.”
The three people present were all worried. Could Ye Wendong really know how to detoxify?
Ye Wendong picked up the water cup on Han Tianyu's table, grabbed a handful of wolfberry and threw it in. He went to the water dispenser to get a cup of scalding hot water, then handed the wolfberry water to Zhuo Wei and said, "Just right."
There are ready-made ingredients, come on, drink it while it's hot, it won't have any effect when it's cold, a large amount of wolfberry water can detoxify aphrodisiac."
Zhuo Wei didn't doubt that he was there, and took it like a cow drinking water. He drank a large glass, and his mouth turned red. At this time, he exclaimed happily: "Doctor Ye! My headache doesn't hurt anymore! It really works!"
There was no need for Ye Wendong to greet him this time. He ran over to get the water and drank it with a slurp.
This operation left Han Tianyu and Song Yunqian stunned. Was it cured so easily?
At this time, Ye Wendong looked at the two of them with a faint look and said, "I have cured Reporter Zhuo's illness. Now is it time to settle the score?"