Chapter 1177

If so, it's really the sun coming out in the West.

But he Feng smiled and said, "patience is not necessary. Mountain people have their own tricks..."

After saying that, he Feng returned to normal and stared at the door. At this time, No. 87 outside the door came in quickly. As soon as he came in, he was embarrassed to scratch his head and said apologetically: "sorry, I just went to the bathroom. I didn't pay attention. I didn't expect it was my turn. I'm really sorry..."

"Nothing. There are so many patients outside, don't delay!" said the old Tibetan doctor.

Seeing this moment, the patient was relieved and handed his arm to the old Tibetan doctor, ready to give him a pulse. To be honest, although it was nominally the name of a Tibetan doctor, the doctor seemed to He Feng that all his diagnosis and treatment methods were traditional Chinese medicine, and there was nothing special about it.

Looking at the patient's clean hand without any water, the old Tibetan doctor frowned slightly. This guy just went to the bathroom, and there was no water on his hand. There was no trace of water. He must have not washed his hands.

So he changed his posture and bypassed the dirty hand. Just when his two fingers were just placed on the patient's wrist to give him a pulse, he Feng sitting in the consulting room suddenly opened his mouth and said, "the patient's disease is very simple, caused by smoking, long-term cough, lung discomfort, and sometimes coughing up blood. Am I right?"

"How can you see my fault at a glance?" the patient asked in surprise, but he Feng smiled and then said: "It's easy to cure. I have a prescription, Ginkgo biloba and leaves... These 17 traditional Chinese medicines are mixed in a ratio of 1:1, boiled into juice, drunk in large bowls every morning, and then swallowed white gourd. Fresh raw white gourd will be fine as long as you don't die in the future..."

As soon as he Feng's voice fell, the patient looked suspicious and asked the old Tibetan doctor nearby, "doctor, is what he said reliable?"

"Almost, but you have to quit smoking!" the old Tibetan doctor nodded slightly and looked at He Feng. His eyes were full of doubts. The young man had such medical skills. Why did he come here? What was he doing?

The patient was very grateful, but the old Tibetan doctor didn't call the next patient. He polished ink for him and said to the nurse who cleaned the room: "close the door first, and then go out..."

The nurse hurriedly followed his order. With a slap, the door of the consulting room was closed. The doctors outside were confused, but the nurse told them that the old Tibetan doctor was tired and needed a rest

At the moment when the door was closed, the old Tibetan doctor was impatient to ask his doubts. He asked with some doubts: "I just thought you two came to see a doctor. Now it seems that you two must not have come for the sake of your illness. Can you tell me what you came for before the two sessions?"

"About more than an hour ago, you received a patient in the corridor outside. The patient's disease was cured by you. Is there anything wrong?" He Feng smiled and said. He asked the key point bluntly. He was not in the mood to laugh with the old man.

"Oh, you say this!" the Tibetan doctor suddenly realized, then asked with doubts: "I have some doubts. I cured his disease. It should be a good thing. Why are you so unhappy? Did I do something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong!" He Feng said with a grin. "I'm curious about how you cured it. You know, this disease is not an ordinary disease..."

"Did you bring down his illness?" said the look of a wrong jaw on the old Tibetan doctor's face.

"Yes." He Feng nodded slightly and admitted.

"I said, why did he suddenly block his meridians? It's unreasonable. It's because someone interfered. No wonder. I just wondered why you did this. It's not easy to practice, and why you have to fix these things?" the old Tibetan doctor stroked his beard and looked at He Feng suspiciously.

"It seems that we are fellow believers!" when he heard him say the word "practice", he Feng immediately understood and came over and said with a smile.

"Different ways do not conspire!"

The old Tibetan doctor said to He Feng with a straight face.

"That's not necessarily true. I don't want to do anything with you!" He Feng said. After that, he stretched out his hand and asked, "which sect does the old gentleman belong to?"

"Are there any sects in the ancient martial arts world?" the old Tibetan doctor asked suspiciously, "do some of them come out after I've been away from the Jianghu for a long time?"

"Ancient martial arts? What's this?" He Feng asked suspiciously. When the old man opposite saw him like this, he asked suspiciously: "aren't you a man who practices ancient martial arts?"

"What's the matter? How can the chicken tell the duck?" He Feng said with a surprised smile. After that, he hurried to find the so-called ancient martial figure in the vast click data of the back sky stone. He couldn't find it, as if it was something out of thin air.

"I'm not!" He Feng nodded helplessly, and then hurriedly asked, "what's the so-called ancient martial arts?"

"It seems that you really don't know!" the old Tibetan doctor has lived for so many years and still has the ability to observe words and colors. He can see that he Feng really doesn't know. Of course, he Feng's acting skills are better.

"You don't know. I'm a little surprised. I'm really surprised. Since you don't know what the ancient martial world is and have no accomplishments, why can you block its meridians on people? What kind of move is this? Please give me some advice!" the doctor arched his hand and said to He Feng.

"Let's first talk about what ancient martial arts are!" He Feng said. Seeing this, the old man laughed and said, "well, let you be so little. It can be regarded as an elder and give some gifts to the younger generation..."

As soon as the voice fell, the old Tibetan doctor explained to He Feng: "the so-called ancient martial arts is nothing more than Chinese martial arts. Although this martial arts novel is slightly exaggerated, there are some shadows of ancient martial arts in it. You can imagine this ancient martial arts as an internal skill in martial arts novels..." the old Tibetan doctor said to He Feng.

"Is it so powerful? Can you show it?" He Feng asked with a smile.

When the old man saw that he was walking, he suddenly stood up, and his feet bumped slightly. He jumped up, crossed the table and stood next to He Feng. In between, he Feng didn't feel the fluctuation of his true Qi, as if all this was achieved by the power of his body, which was shocking.