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Luo Yuan had a headache watching this, she didn't feel that it was much to look at, so she just turned off the computer.

On the second day, Luo Yuan came to the main street by herself. Today was Sunday, so Yang Ruoyu and Su Ruoxue didn't need to go to school.

He checked on his phone this morning. On Old Street, there was a particularly famous Chinese medicine store, and there was even an old Chinese medicine store. The art of acupuncture could be called master level, so he gave her the nickname: Ghost King Three Needles.

Previously, this old man was Li Shizhen's descendant, and Luo Yuan wanted to take a look at his medical skills that were written all over the place.

Walking to the old street, looking at the ancient scented shop called "Old Doctor Li's Inn", Luo Yuan quietly walked in.

The moment she stepped into the front door, Luo Yuan immediately smelled the aroma of this medicine, "This shop is not bad, the herbs here are very authentic."

Ye Zichen glanced around. Although it was 8 o'clock, there was still an endless stream of people coming and going inside the shop.

Especially in the corner, there was already a long queue. At the front of the line sat a white-bearded old man who was taking a pulse.

"Sir, what do you need?" At that moment, a young lady was smiling professionally at Luo Yuan.

"Buy medicine and see a doctor." Luo Yuan said.

"What medicine do you need? Is it convenient to say anything about this disease? " From the looks of it, the little lady should be an apprentice here. Her attitude was quite good, and she seemed to be a student.

"The ingredients are not in a hurry, this disease is a little complicated to talk about, but it's a little simple. I don't know if Old Godly Doctor can cure it?"

"What illness is it? My master is quite famous here, and his medical skills are outstanding. Tell me, if you are in a hurry, I can take you directly to my master for a look, no need to line up."

Luo Yuan slightly smiled, "Your mouth and face are twitching, your mouth is foaming, your eyes are rolling up and turning unconscious, your entire body is flushed red, seven days is a big day, three days is a small day."

"Tell me, what disease is this, and how do you treat it? Can your master treat it? " Luo Yuan said as she spread out her hands.

"The symptoms are similar to epilepsy, but there are some differences. It is indeed a little tricky to get sick once every seven days. How about this, I'll go tell my master that you can wait here for me!"

The little girl nodded at Luo Yuan, then walked to the front of the group to speak to the white-bearded old man. After a while, the little girl came over and said to Luo Yuan.

"My master invites you over, but just stay by his side and explain the situation! He still needs to see a doctor, and these are all quite difficult problems, so he can't get away. "

"Sure, I'll just ask a few questions!" Luo Yuan walked towards the white bearded old man.

"The illness that the young man mentioned might seem exaggerated, but I've seen it before. If it's true, I'm not sure, but I'll do my best and I won't charge a cent."

It can be said that this disease is my sore spot. When I was young, I had this kind of patient, but I failed, and that patient died in pain in the end. So, this is my regret, and I want to overcome this problem.

Looking at the white bearded old man holding a microphone while stroking his white beard and chatting with himself, Luo Yuan said with a smile, "Can Old Godly Doctor cure this disease by talking to others while taking their pulse?"

"It's only a heart attack!" The white-bearded old man released his grandma's hand and said, "I've seen it for you. Rest assured, your luck has been very good recently. The strange things you've said may only have psychological effects."

The old lady said, "Old Godly Doctor, is that true? Is my bad luck just a matter of my heart? "Maybe it's like you said, but my husband hasn't been home very often lately. I suspect that he has other women outside. Tell me, can I be happy?"

"I don't care about your appearance. You have good fortune and good health. That is to say, you don't have to doubt that you and your husband will always love each other until you grow old."

"Thank you, Godly Doctor." The white-bearded Old Godly Doctor shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Is the doctor even looking at people's faces?" Luo Yuan was speechless, seeing the Old Godly Doctor treating his aunty's illness, she seemed to be some kind of godly operator on the street.

That person is not related to one's appearance. A doctor or a kind-hearted person should not only treat patients, but also their hearts.

Old Godly Doctor stroked his white beard and said: "From the looks of it, you look pretty good, and you look like a rich person. The illness you're talking about shouldn't be you, but someone else instead, can I take a look?"

"Godly Doctor, it's like this. Recently, I feel like my stomach is very empty, but I really want to go eat. I want to eat a meal, then eat a lot of food, then I will absolutely feel disgusted, and then keep vomiting. After vomiting all the time, I want to eat again.

A pot-bellied man sat in front of the white-bearded old man, looking at him anxiously.

The white-bearded old man felt the pulse of the fat man and said, "Your stomach is the cause of the problem. If you want to be cured, you can't just eat regular meals and eat vegetables for a day. After one month, you'll be back to normal."

"Really? What kind of illness is this? Is it serious? I have a lot of social events every day. I can't afford to be a big fish and meat! " The potbellied man said with a bitter face.

"In terms of social interaction and physical fitness, you can only choose one." The old man laughed: "This disease is a chronic disease. It is a hidden disease in traditional Chinese medicine. You must recuperate or else your body will be paralyzed."

"Thank you, Godly Doctor, how much is the consultation fee?" The potbellied man took out a few hundred pieces from his pocket.

He placed it on the table and said, "Is that enough? If I am really cured, I will come again to thank you."

"You can only charge me if you ask for medicine." The white-bearded old man didn't even look at the money as he lightly spoke.

"Godly Doctor, this is my kind intentions, please accept it!" Since he had already taken out the money, how could he take it back?

"In that case, let's treat it as a donation!" The white-bearded old man smiled as he called over his little girl apprentice.

"Go and put the money in your account, then write this gentleman's name on the donation list at the front door. Add some money into the money for the rescue and use it as money for the poor to buy medicine in the future."

"Yes, Master." The girl nodded and then said to the pot-bellied man, "Sir, please come with me. I will bring you to register. Our hospital doesn't charge any fees, but donating money is a problem."