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Chapter 62

Soon, Xu Qingyun welcomed his first free clinic patient.

He is an old man with gray hair and his face does not look very good.

"Young man, are you the assistant of the miracle doctor? Didn't you start a free clinic? Why haven't you seen the miracle doctor show up yet?" The old man looked at Xu Qingyun and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Old man, I am the miracle doctor you call me." Xu Qingyun said with a smile on his face.

"What! You are the miracle doctor!" The old man said with a look of astonishment on his face, "Young man, stop joking! Get the miracle doctor out quickly!"

The old man didn't believe that such a young Xu Qingyun could be a miracle doctor, he just thought he was joking.

Xu Qingyun glanced at Wu Renyang, who was standing aside, and realized the side effects of exaggerated publicity.

Wu Renyang knew that this was his fault, so he quickly stood up and explained to the old man in a persuasive manner. Finally, he successfully persuaded the old man to let Xu Qingyun treat him by giving him three more eggs.

"Young man, since you say you are a miracle doctor, let me test you first. I won't tell you what's wrong with me. I'll see if you can diagnose it." The old man looked at Xu Qingyun and said.

"No problem." Xu Qingyun smiled confidently, "I'll take your pulse first!"

Chinese medicine is very particular about listening, hearing and asking!

But some powerful doctors can diagnose each other's illness with just one of them.

Xu Qingyun is one of them.

The old man stretched out his right hand and put it on the table.

Xu Qingyun gently placed his fingers on his pulse and began to diagnose it.

After more than ten seconds, Xu Qingyun took back his hand, looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Old man, you are weak and have high blood pressure. You often have headaches, and you don't sleep well and often suffer from insomnia."

When the old man heard this, he looked at Xu Qingyun with a surprised look on his face: "Young man, you are absolutely right. I do have high blood pressure and often suffer from insomnia and headaches."

"You only diagnosed my pulse for more than ten seconds and then told me my illness. It's amazing!"

At the end of the sentence, the old man's face showed a look of wonder.

Now he is seventy-eight percent convinced that Xu Qingyun is really a miracle doctor.

Wu Renyang on the side relaxed his anxious heart when he saw Xu Qingyun diagnosed the other party's illness so easily.

"I'll give you an injection here, and then prescribe some mild medicine to treat you. This symptom will be much better." Xu Qingyun looked at the old man and said.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." The old man nodded and said.

Xu Qingyun took out a silver needle from the side, and then directly performed the stunt of flying needles with his fingers to give the old man acupuncture!

The silver needle penetrated the old man's Tongtian point accurately.

This move made the old man marvel again, and he completely believed that Xu Qingyun was really a miracle doctor.

Tongtian Point, also known as Tianbo, Tianmu.

If it is cold, it will be purged; if it is hot, it will be replenished.

It can cure headaches, dizziness and other symptoms.

Xu Qingyun gently twisted the silver needle with his two little fingers to stimulate the Tongtian point, supplemented by weak spiritual energy.

More than a minute later, Xu Qingyun pulled out the silver needle.

The old man felt refreshed and his whole body felt much calmer and more comfortable. The slight headache he had originally had also disappeared, and he had not been so energetic for a long time.

"Okay, okay! I feel much better!" the old man said excitedly.

"Thank you, little miracle doctor!" The old man thanked Xu Qingyun excitedly.

The old man came to the free clinic with the intention of giving it a try, and picked up a few donated eggs. He actually knew that most of the claims about miracle doctors were fake.

Unexpectedly, I actually met a miracle doctor.

Not only did he explain his illness in one sentence, but he also felt much more comfortable and refreshed with just one injection.
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