Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 116 - 116 116 Battle of the Healers

116: Chapter 116: Battle of the Healers 116: Chapter 116: Battle of the Healers At that moment, Yuan Liang was carrying a bag of ice pops and still eating one as he walked toward the clinic, only to see about a dozen people sprinting wildly down the street as if they had gone mad.

“What did they see to be scared like that?” Zhong Yuanliang shook his head.

When Zhong Yuanliang entered the clinic, he looked at several people with troubled expressions and was puzzled.

He had only been out for a while, so why were they all looking like this?

“Did you go make ice pops?

Why did it take so long?” Zhang Yalin angrily asked Zhong Yuanliang.

Zhong Yuanliang, scolded by Zhang Yalin for no apparent reason, forgot to eat his ice pop and hastily asked Number 3 for an explanation.

Qin Han looked at these two clowns, feeling somewhat relieved of the anger caused by Sun An’s earlier commotion.

“Damn, you move too fast.

You couldn’t wait for me to come back?” Zhong Yuanliang felt regretful, as if he had missed out on something dear to him.

“Next time, it’s your turn!” Number 3 murmured grumpily.

After lunchtime, the clinic saw an increase in patients again, and Qin Han methodically saw each patient and prescribed medicines one after the other.

“All right, go there to get your medicine.

Take it once each morning and evening, and you should be fine after a week,” Qin Han concluded the consultation for a middle-aged man, saying with a smile.

The middle-aged man repeatedly said, “You really are a divine doctor!”

He picked up his medicine and headed toward the exit but accidentally dropped the prescription and receipt just at the doorway.

Just as he was about to pick it up, he found that someone had already grabbed it.

“Fourteen doses of the medicine, eighty-five yuan, it’s already the lowest price.

There’s indeed a healer’s heart.”

The middle-aged man looked up and saw an elderly man and a young person standing in front of him, the elderly man nodding repeatedly while the young person had a face full of mockery.

After placing the prescription and receipt back into the man’s hand, the two men walked straight into the clinic.

Qin Han watched the two walk in, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Was this a case of “the little one stirs trouble, the elder one comes to settle it?”

Thinking this, Qin Han’s expression had already grown colder.

“Grandpa, it’s him!” Sun An pointed at Qin Han aggressively.

“Sun An, show some respect!” the elderly man chastised him in a low voice.

Instead of heeding the elderly man’s reprimand, Sun An continued, “Grandpa, this is the man who slandered our Baoji Hall, the one who said that the middle-aged woman taking our medicine would have her health ruined in two years.”

Sun Pinghui’s spirit lifted upon hearing this and said, “Young friend, my grandson tells me you are highly skilled in medicine, able to diagnose without asking.

This old man admires you and would like to see you demonstrate your medical skills today, if you would indulge an old man.”

Sun Pinghui’s words were very calculated, sounding like he was praising Qin Han but also carrying a hint of provocation.

Baoji Hall had maintained a renowned reputation for many years and had always been a benchmark in the world of traditional Chinese medicine and had never lost to anyone.

To be accused of misdiagnosing was something Sun Pinghui naturally found hard to accept.

“The old sir flatters me.

I merely run a clinic here to treat minor ailments; I wouldn’t dare to show off in front of you,” Qin Han said calmly.

To Qin Han, this seemed like a waste of time; he could be seeing more patients instead.

Yet unknown to him, his humble words sounded more like arrogance to Sun Pinghui.

“Young man, full of vigor indeed, and since we have quite a few patients here, why don’t we take this opportunity to learn from each other,” Sun Pinghui finished speaking and extended his hand, making a welcoming gesture.

“Exactly, you aren’t scared, are you?

This is my grandfather Sun Pinghui, the chief doctor at Baoji Hall,” Sun An said proudly.

“You two are rather overbearing.

If there’s nothing else, please leave.

I still need to see my patients!” Qin Han frowned.

Seeing that Qin Han was not taking the bait, Sun Pinghui spoke indifferently, “Young friend seems to have just opened his clinic and is still unfamiliar with the rules of the medical halls in Zhongzhou.”

“Nonsense rules, what do they have to do with me?” Qin Han spoke calmly, seeing this, Zhong Yuanliang stood up and started walking over.

Seeing Qin Han shake his head slightly, he stopped in his tracks.

“Humph, you malign our Baoji Hall behind our backs, yet you are afraid to accept the challenge.

I thought you were a doctor given your insights on medicine, but it turns out you are just good at talking,” Sun Pinghui snorted coldly.

Qin Han took a deep breath, stood up from the consultation desk, and looked coldly at Sun Ping’an, saying, “I had no idea that the descendants of the Medicine King were so concerned with fame and profit.

Fine!

I’ll take you on!”

“Good!

But according to the rules of the medical halls in Zhongzhou, the loser must remove their signboard!” Sun An said arrogantly.

Qin Han sneered, “My signboard isn’t something anyone can just take down.

If you lose, I won’t ask for your Baoji Hall’s signboard, but you must no longer claim to be descendants of the Medicine King because you don’t deserve it!”

“You!” Sun Pinghui was also ignited by Qin Han’s words, saying angrily,”Let’s see the true skill under the hand!”

As soon there was excitement, the crowd in the clinic stopped buying medicine and gathered around the consultation desk.

More people were joining from outside since the clinic space was limited.

Many had to squeeze outside, craning their necks to see inside.

Qin Han and Sun Pinghui sat down on opposite sides of the consultation desk and began diagnosing the patients.

The first patient to be consulted was a man in his thirties who sat down, pointed at his throat without speaking, and could only make “ah ah” sounds.

Qin Han glanced at him once and then began writing a prescription.

While Sun Pinghui was still taking the patient’s pulse and said with a frown, “To make a diagnosis without even taking the pulse, your approach is really quite hasty.”

“You need to take the pulse for such a minor ailment?

Are you an idiot?” Qin Han said leisurely.

The onlookers couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

“You!” Sun Pinghui glared at Qin Han, “Then tell us, what sickness does he have and what prescription should be used?”

“Throat injury causing sores and rendering him unable to speak, with redness and ulcers locally in the throat, probably caused by a scald or a foreign object poking the area,” Qin Han replied calmly.

Hearing Qin Han’s words, the patient immediately withdrew his hand from Sun Pinghui, nodding while making “ah ah” sounds and kept giving Qin Han a thumbs up.

Sun Pinghui’s face turned ashen; Qin Han was correct, the symptoms matched exactly.

Initially, he had also recognized it, but, worried about confusing it with a similar disease, he took the pulse to be safe.

He didn’t expect Qin Han’s discerning eye to diagnose the patient’s condition accurately without taking the pulse.

Sun Pinghui put away his contempt, not daring to be negligent, and quickly wrote a prescription, pushing it forward, only to find that the patient had already picked up Qin Han’s prescription—it was exactly the same.

The patient stood up, repeatedly giving Qin Han a thumbs up as he did so.