Watching the crowd with a dazed look, Ye Qiu smiled inscrutably, "This is nothing, just so basic skills. I can also practice alchemy, we can exchange knowledge when there is ti."
"Great master, are you still accepting disciples?" Two directors studying Chinese dicine said to Ye Qiu, with tears brimming in their eyes.
Even those who returned from studying Western dicine abroad could hardly contain their excitent, wishing they could beco apprentices imdiately. Isn’t this what a Divine Doctor is? They hadn’t realized that the Chinese dicine passed down from their ancestors was so powerful!
If anyone dares to belittle Chinese dicine in front of them again, they’ll surely give them a piece of their mind.
Chinese dicine, a re trifle? Have you ever seen real Chinese dicine? It’s so much more amazing than Western dicine!
"May I ask where Mr. Ye currently practices?" The old hospital director had changed how he addressed Ye Qiu, his aged eyes twinkling with a vigor uncommon for his age.
"Nothing fancy, just running a small clinic."
"A small clinic?" The old hospital director said with heartfelt concern. With such dical skills, why run a clinic? He would treat him like a Bodhisattva in their hospital.
"I’m getting on in years, don’t like high-intensity work, a small clinic is more relaxing," Ye Qiu cheerfully said.
The old hospital director and a few directors by his side fell silent. If Ye Qiu considered himself old, what should they consider themselves? Ready to be buried?
"Where, where, Mr. Ye is being modest, you’re still young. The country needs talents like you. How about this, would you consider working at our hospital? Don’t worry, we won’t overwork you, and the compensation will certainly be higher than what you make at your clinic," the old hospital director assuredly proposed.
"No, if I had that in mind I wouldn’t be staying in that little place," Ye Qiu declined, shaking his head.
"But..."
"How about this, although I can’t join your hospital as an official practitioner of Chinese dicine, I can be a consultant. We can exchange knowledge whenever there are questions," Ye Qiu offered a compromise as he saw the old hospital director was going to persuade him again.
The old hospital director saw Ye Qiu was firm in his decision, and in the end, did not insist. He hired Ye Qiu as the hospital’s consultant for Chinese dicine, ensuring the compensation was generous.
"Mr. Ye, where is your clinic? May we co to seek guidance?" Two directors of Chinese dicine asked eagerly.
Ye Qiu never hoarded his dical knowledge and was happiest when more people learned from him, so he said with a smile, "You’re always welco to visit, this is my business card. Just give a call before you co so you don’t make the trip for nothing."
"Thank you, Mr. Ye."
"Can we co too?" A few young doctors also beca eager, and even though they practiced Western dicine, learning more skills for saving lives is never a bad thing. It would give them additional thods to handle special situations in the future.
"Welco, anyone willing to learn is always welco."
In the end, Ye Qiu was personally escorted ho by soone arranged by the hospital director. When he returned, there were still many neighbors in the clinic waiting for him. Seeing him safe and sound, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Brother Ye, how’s Old Zhou?" the previously enthusiastic Granny Liu asked.
"He’s alright, he should be discharged after a few more tests," Ye Qiu answered with a smile.
The crowd collectively breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s really lucky, Brother Ye, you can’t do sothing like this again, what if sothing had really happened to Old Zhou?"
"Hey, you all shouldn’t be saying that." The young doctor who escorted Ye Qiu back disagreed.
"Young man, what do you an by that?"
That young doctor looked at Ye Qiu with admiration: "You all called that heart patient Old Zhou, right? Let tell you, if it weren’t for Mr. Ye’s tily acupuncture, Old Zhou might not have lasted until our ambulance arrived. It’s all thanks to Mr. Ye that he’s now safe and unhard."
"So you’re saying it was all Brother Ye’s rit?" the neighbors blinked their eyes.
"Isn’t that so? Mr. Ye is truly divine, he can diagnose any illness with just one pulse check, and any bodily pain can be relieved imdiately after he applies a couple of needles. Our hospital director even wanted to hire Mr. Ye as our chief physician of traditional Chinese dicine, but unfortunately, Mr. Ye has lofty ambitions and didn’t want to. In the end, he only agreed to be a consultant for our hospital," the young doctor said with a look of regret.
"That amazing?" The neighbors were stunned, "Are you talking about Brother Ye here?"
"Of course, our hospital director really values Mr. Ye. See, he even specially assigned to escort him back ho! If you still don’t believe it, you can go to our hospital in a couple of days and see for yourself. The announcent of Mr. Ye’s appointnt will be posted on the bulletin board. This can’t be faked."
After the young doctor’s explanation, the way the neighbors looked at Ye Qiu changed, not expecting that he had such great ability!
"Good lad, you’ve been quite secretive," an elder who was older than Ye Qiu gave him a gentle thump on the chest.
"Right, if we had known you had such ability, why would we have gone to anyone else for treatnt?"
"This...I don’t really have a choice, nowadays everyone believes in Western dicine, who is willing to see a practitioner of Chinese dicine? I also feared that if I couldn’t cure it, it would harm our neighborly relations, so I just didn’t say anything. Besides, you all didn’t have any serious illnesses that couldn’t be treated at a regular hospital, so why would you need ?" Ye Qiu said, sowhat embarrassed.
"You’re being humble now, but no matter what, from now on, if I have any sort of ailnt, I’ll co to you. You must treat well, otherwise, I’ll tell everyone you’re a quack," the neighbor joked.
Another old man lifted the back of his shirt: "Hey, Brother Ye, my lower back has been hurting these past few days, please give a couple of needles quickly."
"Let take a look right now."
Old Man Li’s back pain wasn’t sothing new; seeing that Ye Qiu was truly going to treat him, everyone watched silently to see if Ye Qiu was as divine as claid.
Ye Qiu first took Old Man Li’s pulse, pressed a few points on his lower back, and then took out the silver needles to start the acupuncture treatnt.
"It doesn’t hurt much, just stay still."
"Huh?" After the third needle was put in, Old Man Li exclaid in surprise.
"What happened?" the neighbors asked noisily.
"It’s really not hurting anymore," Old Man Li said in surprise, looking at everyone.
"Is it really that miraculous? Old Li, you’re not fooling us, are you?"
"Why would I fool you guys? Wouldn’t I know my own body?" Old Man Li was indignant, then, turning to Ye Qiu with heartfelt gratitude, "Brother Ye, thank you, I really appreciate it."
Old Man Li wasn’t usually the best-tempered person, and the neighbors didn’t believe that he was pretending, as he was no actor. Could he really fake that gratefulness so convincingly?
So there was only one possibility – Ye Qiu’s few needles had genuinely relieved his pain.
This was too divine!
"Brother Li, your back is an old problem, and it’s not possible to completely heal it with one session of acupuncture. If you trust , co back every three days, and I’ll also prescribe so Chinese herbal dicine for you to complent the treatnt. It won’t take more than three months for you to fully recover."
"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you, hurry up and prescribe the dicine for , money is no object."
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