"Master Chen, we're just a little weird," Song Ziqi said with a smile as he stood up. "Not only do you see the patient's illness, but you also prepare the medicine for treatment in the morning, and I feel that you are not all doctors, but also fortune tellers."

Chen Wentian's face turned red when he heard it, but in fact, Song Ziqi was not wrong. This time he took money from the merchant and asked him to come out and treat the patient. But no matter what, he is relying on real skills to eat, and he really treats the patient's illness. "If you don't believe me, you can ask this gentleman if he has a stomach problem."

"Yes, I have a stomach problem, and I still have a certificate from the hospital." The fat man took out some hospital certificates from his bag and showed them to everyone.

Song Ziqi said coldly: "This big brother is very powerful, he came to the drinking party and brought his hospital certificate." Song Ziqi's words made others laugh, everyone is not stupid, and there is a problem with the fat man's approach.

With the noise coming here, some people came here. In front of them were Cheng Hai, Wang Zhongqiao and Luo Baoshou, this time the party was mainly organized by them, and when they saw that something was wrong here, they came over and asked what was going on.

"Manager Song, don't say that, everyone came here to chat and drink, and they didn't get so nervous." Cheng Hai said to Song Ziqi. Song Ziqi's pharmaceutical company is country M, and he doesn't want to have a conflict with the company.

Mo Zhitao's face couldn't help but change when he saw Cheng Hai appear, this time he came to the drinking party just to see Cheng Hai, now that Cheng Hai is in front of him, can he not be excited?

"Hehehe, Boss Cheng, I'm just asking, there's nothing wrong, let's continue," Song Ziqi said. "The effect of our western medicine is very good, and many hospitals know that Boss Cheng should consider buying some goods?"

"Well, you come to my office tomorrow, and we'll talk about it in detail." Cheng Hai nodded.

In order to show off her medicine, the beautiful staff over there asked the fat man to take a stomach problem and then introduced their products to other distributors.

When Chen Wentian saw Song Ziqi leaving, he also secretly wiped his sweat. This time he has a lot of kickbacks, birds die for food, people die for money, he is so old, how can he not take advantage of some opportunities to make money? So, Chen Wentian introduced the effects of those medicines on the side, and he also checked the pulse of the fat man, saying that as long as he ate the treasure of the stomach, there would be no problem.

Shen Hua whispered in Mo Zhitao's ear: "Zhitao, how do you feel about their medical skills?" In the past, Shen Hua also thought that the medical skills of these Chinese medicine practitioners were very powerful, but after seeing Mo Zhitao's medical skills, he disagreed with these people.

"Alas, if we continue like this, our traditional Chinese medicine will decline or even perish." Mo Zhitao sighed softly. Originally, many people have lost confidence in Chinese medicine, but Chen Wentian's obvious trick has made others lose confidence in Chinese medicine.

"It's okay, isn't there still you?" Shen Hua said with a smile. "There's also an exhibition over there, it's acupuncture, and according to your medical skills, I don't think you need to go to see it?" Shen Hua asked.

There are some exhibition venues tonight, there are traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, Chinese medicine is two exhibition venues, one is Chen Wentian's pulse prescription, and the other is Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture, and the two are well-known in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Qingmei City.

"Okay, go take a look," Mo Zhitao nodded.

When they arrived at the acupuncture exhibition hall, Mo Zhitao felt that Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture was good, no wonder he could be a famous Chinese medicine doctor in Qingmei City. "Let's go get something to eat," Mr. Mo said. He came to see other people's exhibitions to learn things, and now he finds that there is nothing to learn, and he doesn't want to stay here.

"Oh no, the guy with the stomach problem is having trouble now," a few people around him said as they ran towards the restaurant, as if to see the excitement.

Something went wrong? Mo Zhitao and Shen Hua glanced at each other, and the two of them also ran over there. On the sofa next to the restaurant, the fat man with stomach problems just now was lying there screaming, "Help, my stomach hurts, save me, Master Chen." ”

"Did you eat anything just now?" Chen Wentian was sitting there just now helping others see a doctor, and when he heard that something had happened to the fat man, he hurriedly ran over. He checked the fat man's pulse and didn't find anything wrong.

"I didn't eat anything, I just ate some of the stuff at the buffet table like everyone else, and then I had a problem." The fat man had a bitter face, "Master Chen, you must save me." The fat man put his hope on Chen Wentian.

"This, this," Chen Wentian hesitated, "I think it's better to send him to the hospital, I'm afraid that he has eaten something and caused him to feel unwell." ”

The fat man was scared when he heard this, "Chen Wentian, your mother told me to take your medicine, and now that something has happened, you don't want to care about me?" I don't want you to give me a thousand dollars, but you cure me of my sickness, or I will sue you. ”

"Wow," the other onlookers couldn't help but gasp, it seemed that there was really something greasy in this.

"You, you talk nonsense." Chen Wentian's face turned red.

At this time, Song Ziqi came over again. "Wow, boss, what's wrong with you? Didn't you just have a stomach ache? Hurry to the hospital, or you'll have an accident. In this case, it is impossible for Song Ziqi, who is a representative of Western medicine, not to attack Chen Wentian.

"Damn, Chen Wentian, I'll settle accounts with you in the future, send me to the hospital quickly, I don't want these Chinese medicine liars to see it." The fat man exclaimed.

If it weren't for the fat man saying this, Mo Zhitao wouldn't have wanted to care about this matter. But the fat man said that the Chinese medicine liar, and he had to step forward and say, "Let me see." ”

"Who are you?" Song Ziqi couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Mo Zhitao appear, "Master Chen is so powerful, what do you want to do as a person with undried milk?" ”

"I helped him see a doctor," Mr. Mo said. "I am studying Chinese medicine, just now this gentleman said that we are Chinese medicine liars, this is not right, I am not a Chinese medicine liar, if I can cure your disease, if I can't cure you, I will definitely not lie to you."

The fat man heard Song Ziqi say that Mo Zhitao was young, of course he didn't dare to show Mo Zhitao, "I don't want you to see it, everyone help me call 120, I'm going to the hospital, I, I can't support it anymore." The fat man's speech became more and more painful, and he was almost speechless.

"Do you believe that I will make you feel no pain for a while?" Mo Zhitao said confidently.

Song Ziqi said to the two men next to him: "You guys take him to the hospital quickly, don't delay people, otherwise, this man will die." ”

Wang Zhongqiao and they also came, and they hurriedly told everyone to get out of the way, so that people could carry the fat man out of the house and send him to the hospital. It's good here, how can something happen? Wang Zhongqiao, Cheng Hai, and Luo Dakang glanced at each other, they felt that what happened tonight was a little strange, could it be that Chen Wentian had a problem with their medicine?

The man next to him was about to make a move, but Wang Mengxin came over, "You let him try it, his medical skills are very powerful." "Wang Mengxin has seen Mo Zhitao's power, and their Wang family is also one of the organizers of this drinking party, if someone dies, their Wang family will also have to bear the relationship.

"Mengxin," Wang Zhongqiao heard Wang Mengxin say this, and he looked at his daughter.

"Dad, try it first," Wang Mengxin nodded.

Wang Zhongqiao Zhidao's daughter has never disappointed him, and she must have a reason to say this. "Okay, let this gentleman try," Wang Zhongqiao looked at Mo Zhitao, "Sir, how sure are you." ”

Mo Zhitao smiled, "I don't even know what kind of illness he is, how dare he say anything else, otherwise people will say that I am a liar of traditional Chinese medicine." ”

Mo Zhitao walked to the fat man's side to check his pulse, and then he said, "This gentleman has an aggravated stomach problem. ”

"Impossible, why didn't I find out? And he's already taken the medicine I've been given, so it's unlikely that his stomach problems will get worse. Chen Wentian shouted loudly, and Mo Zhitao obviously slapped him in the face.

Mo Zhitao didn't say anything, he took out the silver needle on his body, and then pricked the fat man's body a few times. In the blink of an eye, the fat man stopped shouting, "Hey, it's weird, I don't hurt anymore." The fat man screamed strangely.

"Can you burn acupuncture?" Chen Wentian looked at Mo Zhitao strangely. Xiong Zhengkai over there is in his fifties, and it's okay to say that he has a lot of acupuncture, but Mo Zhitao is only in his twenties, could it be that Mo Zhitao did what happened just now, and they deliberately made trouble to slap him in the face? Chen Wentian also knew that he had some opponents in the Chinese medicine industry, and everyone wanted the other party to step down. "Which Chinese medicine practitioner are you?"

"I don't belong to any family," Mo Zhitao shook his head, he looked at the fat man and said, "Sir, you must have eaten something just now, otherwise your stomach wouldn't have flares?" ”

"Just now?" The fat man thought for a moment and said, "I'm just going to eat some beef and other things, and then drink some drinks." ”

Mo Zhitao said: "You are not much trouble now, you take me over to see what drinks you have eaten." ”

"Okay, I'll take you there." The fat man felt that his body was much better, he stood up and walked to the buffet table with Mo Zhitao over there.

Mo Zhitao looked carefully at what the fat man was pointing at, and suddenly, he looked at the drink and said, "What kind of drink is this?" ”

"I don't know, the waiter brought it," the fat man shook his head.

Mo Zhitao called the waiter over, and when he found out that there was grapefruit in it, he said: "That's it, grapefruit is an acidic fruit, and it is cold, and it will aggravate the condition of people who have stomach diseases." As the saying goes, stomach disease is divided into three parts and seven points of nourishment, and fruits are generally not suitable for people with stomach problems, so it is recommended that you eat less in the future. ”

Mo Zhitao still has something to say, that is, it is possible that the traditional Chinese medicine that the fat man took just now has a counter-effect, otherwise the fat man would not have had such a seizure. Just now, Mo Zhitao used a needle to temporarily stop the fat man's pain, and after he learned the cause of the fat man, he pricked the fat man's body a few more times.

"Doctor, I'm okay now?" When the fat man saw Mo Zhitao seeing a doctor so quickly, he was a little suspicious.