Siheyuan: Black and steady Gou Laoliu

As the saying goes, when you are sick, try any doctor you can find and burn incense at any temple you see.

For a person who is suffering from illness, if he can see a glimmer of hope for recovery, he will want to give it a try.

Moreover, the confidence and calmness displayed by Han Li also boosted the patient's confidence.

The most important thing is, now that we are here, if we don’t believe it, it would be a wasted trip.

"Please sit down and let me take your pulse first." Although Han Li appears calm and composed on the surface, he is actually very anxious inside.

If you encounter a disease that you can cure, then everyone will be happy, but if you can't cure it, it will be difficult to resolve.

After a thorough diagnosis, Han Li sighed inwardly, thinking that he was not that lucky after all.

This patient should be suffering from myasthenia gravis. With Dr. Han's current medical skills, he can't even alleviate the symptoms, let alone cure the disease.

At this moment, Han Li inexplicably recalled a famous scene in his mind.

Jiu Tou Long: Go and get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples!

Benboerba: Me!!!??????

At this moment, Han Li's mood was similar to Benboerba's.

However, everything has two sides. Look at it from a bright side. This patient has myasthenia gravis, so 'Dr. Han' at least doesn't have to worry about getting beaten.

After taking the patient's pulse, 'Dr. Han' fell into deep thought. The patient thought that the doctor was thinking about a prescription and did not dare to disturb him.

As time passed, the patient's patience was finally exhausted, and he was about to ask the doctor whether the doctor could cure him.

At this moment, 'Divine Doctor Han' asked with a friendly smile: "Uncle, I guess you have doubted the authenticity of my name as a divine doctor in your heart, right?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Han Li sighed helplessly: "In fact, my title of miracle doctor came from nowhere."

Without paying attention to the patient's increasingly ugly expression, Doctor Han continued:

"Afterwards, I thought about it carefully. It should be because I had brought some seriously ill patients to my master for treatment. Those patients did not know my master's name, so they simply attributed the title of miracle doctor to me."

Upon hearing this, the patient's eyes immediately lit up, and after thinking about it carefully, he found it very reasonable.

Although this young man is not a miracle doctor, his master is, so this trip was not in vain.

Besides, a person's name is like a tree's shadow. Since the name of "Dr. Han" has spread, it is enough to prove that he has cured many patients.

"Doctor Xiao Han, can you take me to see your master now?"

Hearing this, Han Li heaved a sigh of relief and said embarrassedly, "Uncle, now that my name 'Divine Doctor Han' has spread, many people come to see me every day. Therefore, I usually bring people to see my master in the afternoon."

Are you kidding? If I take them one by one and make so many trips a day, I'll be exhausted.

Then, Han Li coughed lightly and explained solemnly: "Uncle, I have to remind you in advance. My master has a very strange personality. When he is unhappy, he will not cure him even if the king of heaven comes. When you go, he will be like this and that."

When the patient heard this, he nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice, because as long as there was a glimmer of hope for recovery, he would try it.

At this time, another voice came asking, "Excuse me, does Dr. Han live here?"

Seeing this, the myasthenia gravis patient believed Dr. Xiao Han's words without a doubt, and became more and more expectant. He began to look forward to living like a normal person after recovering from the disease.

Seeing that Doctor Xiao Han was still busy, he didn't want to stay any longer, but just said gratefully: "Doctor Xiao Han, when I cure the disease, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Han Li smiled and nodded, and then reminded: "Just go after lunch, don't go too early."

After sending this patient away, 'Dr. Han' followed the previous procedure and helped another patient get an appointment as a miracle doctor.

Faced with this extremely difficult situation, Han Li could only request off-site rescue and take the patient to see Mr. Xue.

Han Li was extremely grateful that he had met Mr. Xue in advance, otherwise he would have been troubled by the "miracle doctor incident" this time.

While taking a sip of water and taking a break, Han Li looked towards the middle courtyard with a stern gaze, muttering, "Yi Yinbi, get ready to face my wrath!"

Because after thinking about it, he felt that the only person who could come up with such a trick of praising and killing others could be that old lamp, Yi Zhonghai!

At this moment, Han Li had only one thought in his mind: If you don't want me to have an easy life, then no one else can have an easy life either!

Soon, another patient came to the door.

Six or seven waves of patients came one after another, and Han Li couldn't cure any of them. He could only help the patients get an appointment with the miracle doctor according to the old rules.

It has to be mentioned that patients in this era are relatively easy to talk to. At least Han Li has not yet encountered the kind of domineering and unreasonable patients.

After waiting for a while and seeing no more patients coming, Han Li decided to go to Mr. Xue for help.

After all, bringing a patient to your home without saying hello will only make everyone embarrassed.

The most important thing is, if we are unlucky and Mr. Xue happens to be out for something, we will be completely screwed.

However, when Han Li walked to the gate of the courtyard, he happened to meet Li Zhaodi.

Li Zhaodi was obviously a little out of breath, and said with a look of relief: "Brother Han Li, it's a good thing you are at home. The person who said he could help publish the story is here, and he is waiting in the park now."

Hearing this, Han Li felt a little embarrassed. He weighed the options quickly and apologized, "Zhao Di, I have something important to do later. Go and make another appointment with that person. If he doesn't want to, forget it."

When two powers compete for advantage, choose the greater one; when two powers compete for harm, choose the lesser one. If this "miracle doctor incident" is not handled properly and his reputation is ruined, no matter how much money he has, it will be useless.

"Brother Han Li, I understand." Li Zhaodi hesitated for a moment, then spoke again: "I came back just to report the news, let's go together."

"Okay."

Walking in Nanluoguxiang, the two of them were silent and the atmosphere was a little awkward, so Han Li took the lead in bringing up the topic: "Zhao Di, did your mother's job report to the textile factory go smoothly?"

Li Zhaodi's heartbeat quickened just now, and she was so nervous that she didn't know what to say. When she heard this, she immediately expressed her gratitude: "Brother Han Li, my mother said that the employment procedures went smoothly, and I can officially start work tomorrow."

"That's good." Han Li thought for a moment and solemnly reminded: "Zhao Di, keep this a secret from the people in the courtyard for now, and we can talk about it after this period of time."

"Brother Han Li, I understand."

Li Zhaodi was a smart girl and knew Han Lige's intention. Her family had made some money from selling paper windmills before, and everyone in the yard was jealous and wanted to take advantage of her. Now that she had a proper job, she would definitely cause trouble.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of the alley and it was time to say goodbye.

Li Zhaodi bit her lips lightly, lowered her head slightly, and said timidly and reluctantly: "Brother Han Li, you have something urgent to do, so leave first."

Han Li smiled, waved his hand and left.

After walking some distance away, he took out a small mirror and looked back, and found that Li Zhaodi was still standing there, gazing at him lovingly, like a statue waiting for her husband.

In this situation, I should recite a line of poetry: The thoughts of middle-aged people are as strong as wine, and the feelings of young girls are always poetry.