Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 114 - 114 114 Yong - Doctor

114: Chapter 114 Yong – Doctor 114: Chapter 114 Yong – Doctor The middle-aged woman, upon hearing Qin Han’s question, nervously said, “This illness has been with me since my youth, and it has not improved despite taking medicine.”

The symptoms Qin Han described matched hers exactly, causing the middle-aged woman to repeatedly express her amazement, “This…

this is truly divine!”

Other doctors always asked many questions before treating, but Qin Han simply took her pulse and then listed all the symptoms, which all matched perfectly.

He was simply a Divine Doctor.

“I need to perform acupuncture on you to extract the residual effects of the medications you have taken.

You must have consumed a strong medication before, which has exacerbated your condition,” Qin Han said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly replied, “Yes, yes, I got the medicine from Baoji Hall.

After taking it, not only did it not heal me, but my illness worsened.

The doctor told me it was a normal reaction to the medication, but the more I took it, the worse I felt, so I dared not continue.”

“Quack!” Qin Han scoffed coldly and then fell silent.

He took out his Golden Needle, asked the middle-aged woman to sit properly, and had No.

3 bring a spittoon in front of her.

“Shush!

Shush!” Qin Han quickly inserted two needles into the woman’s back.

As soon as the Golden Needles touched her, the middle-aged woman felt her stomach churn, and she couldn’t help but vomit into the spittoon, spewing forth a dark mess that immediately gave off a foul odor.

After vomiting, the middle-aged woman instantly felt her chest was no longer suffocating.

Her body and mind felt incredibly refreshed.

As she was about to speak, she saw Qin Han pulling out a thicker Golden Needle from the needle case, grabbing her left hand’s ring finger, and inserting a needle under the nail.

The middle-aged woman exclaimed in pain as Qin Han swiftly withdrew the needle, directing her finger toward the spittoon.

A stream of blood jetted out but stopped after a few breaths.

The blood spurt from her ring finger made her face turn slightly pale, but her expression was one of excitement.

Just now, the years of oppressive feeling in her chest was gone, and there was no more pain in her limbs.

Although she felt a bit tired, it was no longer the debilitating fatigue of illness.

“You truly are a Divine Doctor!” the middle-aged woman said gratefully.

Qin Han casually tossed the Golden Needle into a jar of alcohol on the table for disinfection and said indifferently, “Go there and grab your prescription, one dose per day.

Do not take more.”

Thus, Qin Han wrote prescriptions, Zhang Yalin prepared the medications, and No.

3 assisted by the side.

It was the same routine throughout the morning, attending to over a dozen patients.

Qin Han never asked the patients a single question, diagnosed their pulse, described symptoms, and prescribed medicine, all flowing as swiftly as clouds and water.

Zhang Yalin, who was initially behind the medicine cabinet at the diagnostic table, was somewhat hopeful because it was right next to the diagnostic table—a good spot to learn.

However, she eventually realized in despair that she had learned nothing!

Qin Han was silent about the pulse readings and only described symptoms, which undoubtedly left Zhang Yalin extremely disappointed as she had hoped to secretly learn from him.

At noon, the young master Zhong went out to buy food.

As the clinic got busier, Zhong Yuan Liang’s role became increasingly insignificant, and since he could not be of help in other matters, naturally, the errand duties fell to him.

“Don’t be disappointed; you do not yet qualify to diagnose on your own.

Listening too much is not only useless but can also have adverse effects.

Everyone has different pulses and naturally different conditions.

Moreover, diagnosing an illness is not something that can be concluded just by taking a pulse,” Qin Han told a disheartened Zhang Yalin.

“I observe, smell, and palpate.

I only skip the questioning step.

When a patient first arrives, the observation needs to happen first, followed by the diagnosis.”

“I am enlightened!” Zhang Yalin said, nodding.

However, Zhang Yalin’s unprecedented respect made Qin Han a bit uncomfortable.

Before Qin Han could speak, Zhong Yuanliang interjected, “Hmm, but she is teachable!”

“Slap!”

Zhang Yalin stood up and dumped her bowl of rice on Zhong Yuanliang’s head before turning and walking away.

With a look of wanting to cry without tears, the young master Zhong looked at Qin Han as if to say, “Aren’t you going to do anything about this?”

“Serves you right!” Qin Han said with an indifferent face, slowly taking another bite of the soy-braised beef.

When Zhang Yalin turned around, she saw the bowl still on Zhong Yuanliang’s head and wanted to laugh but held it back.

“Ah, silly child, you antagonized a species that can bleed for seven days a month without dying; isn’t this asking for trouble?

Besides, these days her period is here, and her mood is naturally bad,” Qin Han said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Zhang Yalin turned around and glared fiercely at Qin Han.

How did this guy know everything?

The clinic was not as busy in the afternoon as it had been in the morning, but patients still came in, mostly with minor illnesses, none of which aroused Qin Han’s curiosity, and after diagnosis, merely prescribing some medicine was enough.

Still, today was not without its gains; news of a new Qin’s Clinic on Huqing Street with a “Divine Doctor” quickly spread far and wide.

Without asking about symptoms, just by feeling the pulse, he could accurately state the patient’s conditions.

The curious as well as the genuinely sick came in, but in Qin Han’s view, most were there just for the spectacle.

By evening, the crowd had surged, initially some were skeptical, thinking Qin Han was just sensationalizing or had paid people to spread the word, but by the time they left, everyone was genuinely convinced.

After all, Qin Han could accurately diagnose each patient’s ailments, albeit minor ones, as those with serious illnesses mostly wouldn’t seek treatment here.

With only a streak of sunset left, Qin Han left work on time to pick up Song Yuwei from work, not knowing since when Song Yuwei had gotten used to Qin Han picking her up daily.

“Why so late today?” Song Yuwei pouted cutely as she stood at the company entrance, momentarily startling Qin Han with her adorable display.

But he quickly recovered and said with a smile, “The clinic was busier with patients today.”

“Does that mean business is starting to pick up?” Song Yuwei blinked and asked.

Looking into Song Yuwei’s bright eyes, Qin Han said with a smile, “They are all ordinary folks; I didn’t ruthlessly overcharge them.”

“Oh?” Song Yuwei exclaimed, her small fists raining down on Qin Han like droplets, and only after he begged for mercy did she stop, panting, “You make it sound like I have a black heart.

I was just concerned about your business.”

“Right, right, I meant to express that under Director Song’s wise leadership, I am practicing with the heart of a doctor dedicated to the people,” Qin Han said with a laugh.

“Hmph, that’s more like it!” Song Yuwei huffed softly.

“How’s the new company?” Qin Han asked while driving.

At the mention of the new company, Song Yuwei slightly frowned but then her expression relaxed, “It’s okay, though the new company’s structure isn’t perfect yet, everyone is multitasking, but overall, operations have started to normalize and staff will gradually be completed.”

“By the way, what do you plan to call that ointment you gave to Wen Feng?

I tried it, and the effect is super good,” Song Yuwei said with a smile.

“Of course, you should know that it’s a formula from the royal court.

You guys can decide on the name,” Qin Han responded.

“How about calling it ‘Beauty Dew’?”

“Nice!”

“Then next week, we start selling it!”

As they talked, they drove to the Song family villa to pick up Didi.

These past few days, Didi had been constantly with Song Yuanqiao and Lu Huixi, possibly having come to terms with things, as both of them just enjoyed taking Didi out and about, relishing the joy of family.