It opened on the first day. There were a lot of patients. The queue was full in the morning, but there were a lot fewer people in the afternoon.

The business just started in the afternoon, and the patients in line were too late to be diagnosed and treated, and Daxu was rushed over there again.

"Second Master, Second Master!"

The stench on Daxu's body was accompanied by an eager call. Several of Daxu's men hurriedly lifted him and appeared in front of the crowd.

The second child's task was to stare at Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying, but he didn't have the energy to stare at them all the time, so he lay down on the big tree in the yard to make up for sleep.

Daxu's yelling, he was going to fall asleep, and was woken up.

He jumped down from the tree and said annoyed: "What is it, what is it with Daxu?"

"Second master, the other doctors here are all rubbish!" One of Daxu's subordinates filled with outrage: "Seven or eight doctors, after seeing the disease of eldest brother, all said that they had never seen anything before, and they were helpless. It was really maddening!"

"Is this normal?"

The second snorted, feeling that these people were stupid at home, "I have never heard of such a disease before, and our Crescent Bay has never been short of resources, and few people are knowledgeable."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The little-eyed man flattered a few words, and then turned around, "Second boss, brother is in an emergency, why don't you let your two doctors show him? That doctor is the only one who can save your brother's life. "

The second one glanced at him meaningfully.

The man with small eyes bowed his head when he was seen.

The second child cocked his mouth wickedly, reached out and patted the shoulder of the man with small eyes. Without saying a word, he raised his voice: "The black-haired guy, don't you come out and treat my brother?"

Duanmu Yawang didn't respond, and bowed her head seriously to write the prescription on her hand. After finishing writing, he handed it to the patient and ordered some words.

The second child never responded when he saw people. He felt ashamed, and frowned and walked in, "What's the matter with you, you still don't say anything? Want to shake the sky? Still think that the boss values ​​you, I don't bother you. In the eyes?"

"Don't dare."

Duanmu Yawang responded calmly to the words, and continued to confess a few words to the patient. After receiving the patient’s gratitude, he raised his head and said to the second child: "Just before doing another thing, the first thing is to do The matter at hand is resolved first, otherwise I can’t feel relieved to be treated next, and the patient will have to wait meaninglessly."

The second child snorted softly, noncommittal.

However, he did not say anything that was not important to this patient.

After all, it is easy to offend the public.

He urged: "Hurry up."

"You don't need to go over and read it." Duanmu Yawang sat on the spot, only picked up the paper and flattened it, then pinched the brush while dipping the ink and said: "I already understand his illness. I write down the prescription. They only need to follow me. Just follow the prescriptions written."

The old man is suspicious: "It's that simple?"

The corners of Duanmuya's lips curled up, and even if her eyes were covered, she could see a touch of arrogance on her face: "Simple? Write the prescription for this disease, do you think it is a simple thing? Why don't you try another person? try?"

Ye Nongying immediately raised her hand, "I don't know what to do with others, but for me, I definitely can't write."

"Tsk."

The second child looked at Ye Nongying, and then at Duanmu Yawang, and finally fixed her gaze on her proud face. Somehow, she felt more and more interesting, and more and more thought she had a good vision, "Being a low-key person."

Duanmu Ya hoped to ignore him and just bowed her head and wrote something.

This time, she wrote five or six pages.

She wrote a page, and the second child picked it up and glanced at the page.

He doesn't even know some words.

The more I look, the more frowning.

However, the more he didn’t recognize things, the more mysterious he felt, and he naturally wouldn’t refute anything. But seeing Duanmu Yawang wrote so many papers at once, he couldn’t help but say, “Why so many? So many medicines. Is it a big pot once cooked?"

Duanmuya continued to write without looking up: "His illness cannot be solved overnight. He needs to be treated in separate courses."

"Divided treatment? How to divide?"

"First, he needs to suppress the virus and prevent it from continuing to corrode the body. Secondly, the deep-rooted germs and viruses in his body need to be eliminated one by one, which takes at least seven days. Furthermore, his trauma also needs maintenance and additional prescriptions. In the end, his body was damaged this time and he needed to maintain Guyuan, and he also needed a prescription."

Duanmu Yawang's words are well-founded and well-organized. Anyone who has hearing can understand it.

The second child has nothing to say.

Duanmu Yawang wrote on seven consecutive sheets of paper, put the brush down, and the precise super **** stretched out his hand, "Give me the prescription."

The second child squinted his eyes, and a dangerous light burst out from the bottom of his eyes: "Can't I take it?"

"sure."

Duanmu Yawang shrugged and said relaxedly: "If you can tell people where to buy the medicinal materials in these prescriptions, what year is good, and which prescription corresponds to which disease, I would be very happy."

When the second child heard this, he cut and threw the prescription back to her, "Rare!"

Duanmu Yawang touched the paper and sorted out the order accurately, and said: "Second master, please call someone who can take care of the patient's daily life. I will tell them about the matters needing attention in caring for the patient, as well as the treatment process. How to deal with complications in China."

The second master made him feel comfortable. He nodded contentedly and called someone over.

The man with small eyes came over.

He came with the little-eyed man and warned coldly as he walked: "Don't play tricks anymore, you know, otherwise I can't guarantee Daxu will let you go after he wakes up."

The small-eyed man flinched and replied respectfully on his face: "Yes, the second master said so."

The second child was not satisfied: "That's it?"

The small-eyed man gritted his teeth: "I listen to the second master."

"Count you acquaintance."

The second child patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, pushed him to the desk in front of Duanmu Yawang, and looked at Duanmu Ya: "I have brought you, let's talk."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, holding the paper and talking one by one.

Because there are too many things to pay attention to, the little-eyed man is dizzy when he understands such details.

Not only was he dizzy, but even the second child could hear one head and two big heads, and finally waved his hand impatiently: "Don't just talk, write it down, your mind will remember mistakes, and write it down always That's right."

"OK."

Duanmu Yawang was very well-behaved, picked up the pen obediently, and wrote two pages of precautions.