Chapter 807: Self-Inflicted Humiliation!

Ge Changqing took out a number from the lottery box and handed it to the beautiful host Yang Huan.

"No. 58!" Yang Huan said to the number. "Congratulations, congratulations to the lucky patient No. 58, please!"

"58, hey, is it 58.com?"

"58 City? ”

"However, the medical skills of the two people on the stage are indeed very powerful, I really don't know who it is this time, so lucky, I let the judges diagnose together, and the two of them will prescribe prescriptions. ”

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In the audience, many people were half-joking at the same time, in their eyes, limbs, and voices, they couldn't help but reveal a lot of envy, jealousy and hatred, even if there were countless news media, countless business CEOs, and countless government officials, their bodies were not sick, and when they witnessed the magical scene of "taking the pulse in the air" just now, they couldn't help but want to ask Duan Lang to take a look for them and prevent trouble.

"An An, does Duan Lang really understand Chinese medicine?" Feng Yuzhi, who was immersed in the shock just now and hadn't come back to his senses for a long time, couldn't help but ask.

"You ask me?" asked quietly, wondering.

"I don't ask you, who do I ask?" Feng Yuzhi rolled his eyes and said. Duan Lang was introduced to her by Quiet, and in comparison, Tranquility must know Duan Lang better than her.

"In other aspects, I'm not sure, but don't you have more say than me in this matter?" said quietly in Feng Yuzhi's ear, softly, and quite provocatively and playfully.

"......" Feng Yuzhi originally listened with a puzzled face, but as soon as he got to the back, he felt that something was wrong, the whole person, when he reacted, he couldn't help but blush, a pair of slender and slender thighs, and under the effect of body instinct, he couldn't help but clamp a little, and in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the various scenes of the last time Duan Lang massaged his legs.

However, then again, the scar on Feng Yuzhi's leg was indeed healed by Duan Lang's Sang Bai scar removal cream, which was flawless, and the full body massage that Duan Lang gave her at that time was just more difficult to restrain the massage, but it was indeed very comfortable.

For so long, Feng Yuzhi has been thinking about the massage Duan Lang gave her in her mind, thinking about when she has the opportunity, let Duan Lang massage her again.

It's just that it's not clear if there's still such an opportunity.

"Why, I said it, right? Just you, a goblin, dare to pretend to be innocent in front of me, the first time my mother saw you two eyebrows, she knew that you two had something that was not visible. Quiet said very proudly.

Feng Yuzhi didn't pay attention to the quiet, only a pair of beautiful eyes, and kept staring at the high platform.

"Lucky patient No. 58, who is it?" Yang Huan asked again.

"I ......" At this time, in the patient area, a timid voice sounded, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but cast to the place where the sound came from, only to see a tall, shy face, only sixteen or seventeen years old A little girl, combing a ponytail and wearing a depth of glasses, slowly stood up.

"Congratulations, congratulations to this friend. Yang Huan said. "Please come to the stage. ”

In more than ten seconds, the girl came to the high platform timidly, and suddenly faced Yang Huan, who was many times stronger than her in terms of body temperament and posture, as well as countless eyes and cameras on the scene, the girl suddenly became even more panicked, a pair of small hands, some couldn't help but pull her pants, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that her pair of smoke rings have a deep black halo, like the eyes of a national treasure panda.

"What's your name?" Yang Huan asked softly.

"Li Jing. Li Jing replied timidly. "The plum of the peach and the plum, the quiet quiet. ”

"You're still a student, aren't you?" Yang Huan continued. In Li Jing's body, she seems to have found her former self, and she can't help but talk a lot.

"Well, I'm in my third year of high school at Rongcheng No. 9 Middle School. Li Jing replied.

"What's uncomfortable?" Yang Huan continued to ask.

"I ......" Li Jing was about to speak, but Yang Huan said suddenly. "Don't say it yet, I found that there are many eyes staring at me who seem to want to kill me, if I finish asking, what do I want two Chinese medicine experts to do, come, Li Jing, go to the review seat first"

After several judges checked Li Jing's pulse one by one, they discussed it in a whisper, and Ge Changqing said: "This patient is a long-term insomnia and soothing nerve, two, do you still need to re-diagnose?"

"No need. As Zhao Suyang spoke, he picked up the brush and wrote the prescription on the white rice paper! The handwriting was majestic and full of energy, and I have to say that this person must be quite accomplished in the field of calligraphy! "I'm fine." ”

In less than a minute, Zhao Suyang stopped writing, and the two staff stepped forward, and when the pen and ink were almost dry, they took Zhao Suyang's prescription and walked to the review seat.

What about Duan Lang?

Zhao Suyang has written the prescription, why is he still there?

Does he think his handwriting is ugly, or does he not know how to prescribe medicine at all?

"Mr. Duan, what's going on?" Although Zhao Suyang lost a game, he was still arrogant and determined to win, seeing that Duan Lang did not move, he couldn't help but sneer a little in his words and said.

"I'm thinking, why did you bring me a brush ......" Facing the arrogant and invincible Zhao Suyang and the eyes of countless people on the scene, Duan Lang said with some embarrassment.

"Why, as a Chinese person, you can't even use the treasures left by your ancestors?" The ridicule in Zhao Suyang's voice became even stronger, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the staff, and said. "Get him a pen, no, the pencil is gone. ”

Brush vs pencil?

Zhao Suyang's quiet move is inevitably too yin.

Did he treat Duan Lang as a three-year-old child?

However, then again, in today's era, there are few people who can use a brush, and people who can write a beautiful brush are even rarer.

"No need. Seeing that a staff member was just about to move his steps, Duan Lang waved his hand to stop him, and looked at him unkindly, and then turned to Zhao Suyang. "I mean, why did you choose a brush in the first place......

"You ......" Zhao Suyang's face was still very proud just now, and when he heard Duan Lang's words, he couldn't help but twitch. Does he have it?" "Hmph, if I want to see, how do you let me take my own humiliation......"