village doctor

"Mr. Mao, your asthma is an old problem. You can only take some medicine to suppress it. There is no good way at present."

In Mao Renjiang's office, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat checked Mao Renjiang's body and said.

"But my asthma has been cured for two or three years, why is it recurring again now? Dr. Li, what is going on?" Mao Renjiang said, panting violently again, and the whole person almost shrank group.

Dr. Li sighed, "It can only be said that you were not very agile before, and it is reasonable to have a relapse now."

"Dr. Li, you are a returnee doctor. You came back from a top foreign university. Isn't there any good way to deal with asthma in foreign countries?"

As the saying goes, asthma is not a disease, it kills you when you breathe.Every time Mao Renjiang had an asthma attack, he wanted to die. Who knows the feeling of being out of breath.

Dr. Li shook his head, "Alas, asthma is the common enemy of all human beings. At present, it can only be controlled with drugs. There is no good way."

"Dad, Mr. Wang is here." At this moment, Mao Feng sideways let Wang Dachun in.

As soon as Wang Dachun entered the office, he frowned. He smelled a special smell.

Mao Renjiang stood up quickly, "Oh, brother Wang is here, thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce to you, this is Dr. Li, the director of the Chronic Disease Rehabilitation Department of the People's Hospital. Dr. Li, this is Mr. Wang Dachun, a master of Fengshui .”

Mao Renjiang didn't know Wang Dachun's occupation, so he could only describe it as a Feng Shui master.

Dr. Li raised his eyebrows, looked at Wang Dachun with disdain and said bluntly: "Mr. Mao, with all due respect, what kind of Fengshui masters are just some feudal superstitions. , I didn't expect it to be revived now, it is really a centipede that is dead but not stiff!"

Mao Renjiang smiled awkwardly. In fact, he didn't really believe in these things, but Wang Dachun saw that some things were now fulfilled one by one, so he wanted to ask Wang Dachun to try.

"Hehe, after drinking foreign ink for a few years, I started counting classics and forgetting my ancestors. What is feudal superstition? Why can't you cure diseases with the science you always advertise!"

Wang Dachun was a little speechless, these are the so-called experts, who call themselves experts after learning a little bit, harming others and themselves.

Just as he was talking, old man Mao Renjiang gasped violently, and Mao Feng hurried up to beat his back.

Dr. Li snorted softly, "Hmph, what you said is as if you can cure asthma!"

Wang Dachun nodded, "That's right, I can indeed cure asthma. There is no incurable disease in the world, only uncertain methods."

Mao Feng was overjoyed when he heard the words, "What! Mr. Wang, you said my dad's asthma can be cured? You can't be a doctor!"

Wang Dachun nodded, "Yes, I am a doctor, an ancestral traditional Chinese medicine."

Dr. Li laughed out loud when he heard the words, "Chinese medicine? Are you trying to laugh me to death? What era is it now? Do you think it's still ancient times, when diseases can be cured by grasping medicine and feeling the pulse? It's long gone!"

Wang Dachun sneered, "Good medical methods will never be outdated. What are outdated are your concepts and complacency!"

Mao Renjiang saw that the two of them were getting more and more quarreling and fierce, and quickly began to smooth things over, "Okay, both of you, don't argue any more. In this way, who can cure my asthma, how about I give him 200 million consultation fees?"

Dr. Li even became short of breath when he heard the words, but soon he sighed, "Mr. Mao was joking, even if you give me 2000 million yuan, I can't make money."

Wang Dachun curled his lips and gave a disdainful smile, "You can't cure the disease after doing it for a long time, so why are you so fussy!"

"You... okay, if you can cure diseases, I'll see what you can do." Dr. Li sneered.

Wang Dachun rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, today I will show you what the real quintessence of Chinese culture is, and don't confuse Chinese quintessence with superstition."

Dr. Li sneered and sat down on the sofa, "Then I'm looking forward to your performance!"

Wang Dachun stopped talking to Dr. Li, but looked at the one-meter-high mandala in front of the desk. This mandala had black flowers, and the shape of the flower was somewhat similar to a windmill made of paper.

"The black mandala represents darkness, death, and the road of no return. If my predictions are correct, this mandala was just moved in in the last few days, right?"

"How do you know? This flower is actually a Datura flower?"

Mao Renjiang and Mao Feng and his son asked almost in unison.

Wang Dachun was surprised, "You don't know Mandala?"

Mao Feng smiled wryly, "I don't know it. I saw it was a black flower at the beginning, which was relatively rare, so I kept it! Why, is this flower related to my father's asthma?"

Mao Feng is also a person with a flexible mind, and he immediately thought of the key point.

Wang Dachun nodded, and said solemnly: "It's not only related to the old man's asthma, even the car accident you encountered in the past two days is also related to it."

"Hahahahaha..."

At this moment, Dr. Li, who was originally sitting on the sofa, couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Wang Dachun and said with a smile, "Are you trying to laugh me to death? The more you talk, the more exaggerated you are. If you say pollen allergy It makes sense. A fucking flower can also cause a car accident, all of which can be connected together, I have to admire your ability to fool you, I think you should just call it Master Fool!"

Wang Dachun looked at Dr. Li with a faint smile, "I can only say that poverty limits your imagination, you don't understand some things, but please don't use your ignorance to laugh at others, it will make people look down on you even more!"

The corner of Dr. Li's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help snorting, "Hmph, I want to hear what kind of explanation you can give!"

"That's right, Mr. Wang, how could this datura flower have something to do with the car accident these two days?" Not only was Dr. Li a little unconvinced, but even the Mao family and his son were a little confused, which really sounded a bit mysterious.

Wang Dachun nodded, and said eloquently, "The black mandala represents darkness, death, and the road of no return. This is a magical flower, not to mention poisonous in itself. If you stay with it for a long time, you will be contaminated with it." on its properties."

"Not to mention making people sick, people's fate will gradually change, and..."

When Wang Dachun said this, he walked around the room with his hands behind his back.

"I have to say that the person who placed the flowers is a master. The location of the mandala flowers is exactly on the golden section point. In this way, the feng shui of the whole room will be changed, and it will become a wind evil situation."

The Mao family father and son looked at each other and their expressions changed, suddenly there was a bad feeling.

Even Dr. Li, who has been ridiculing Wang Dachun all the time, became thoughtful...