Douluo: You call this a toy

Yang Fan suppressed his uncontrollable joy. Can he really become a wise doctor?I had never dreamed before that he, a small farmer, was now a craftsman doctor, equivalent to the level of an attending physician or above. Would he want to become a famous doctor?

The examiner, Wan Shiren, walked out with his cell phone.

Outside the door, more than a dozen candidates were standing in the corridor, all asking Luo Yuxiao why the exam results hadn't come out yet at two o'clock in the afternoon.

When Luo Yuxiao was in trouble, he looked up and saw Wan Shiren, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Wan Shengyi, these students have been waiting impatiently, haven't the exam results come out yet?"

Wan Shiren glanced at everyone and said: "There is still one candidate who has not finished the exam. It should be over in about an hour."

Isn't the last candidate Yang Fan?Have you been here for more than an hour?Why isn't it over yet?Bai Lan couldn't help but frown.

At this time, Chu Guoxue came out of the room and waved at Luo Yuxiao, who walked over.

"Teacher." Luo Yuxiao called respectfully.

"Yang Fan, that kid, has passed the examination as a craftsman doctor. Next, he is going to take the exam as a master doctor. If you do this..."

Chu Guoxue explained to him. Until he returned to the house, Luo Yuxiao still hadn't come back to his senses. Wasn't he a medical doctor?Why skip two levels in a row?When thinking about Yang Fan's medical skills, it would not be an exaggeration to apply directly for the Holy Doctor.

Suppressing the fear in my heart, such a talent has a bright future.

Wan Shiren made a phone call and walked into the house.

And Luo Yuxiao said to everyone: "Everyone, please wait patiently for a while. The doctor who is taking the examination is currently undergoing the examination of Mingyi."

Bai Lan's eyes lit up, "Are you saying that Yang Fan passed the Skill Doctor and the Craftsman Doctor in one go, and then he attacked the Ming Doctor?"

Luo Yuxiao clicked his lips, "Yes."

boom.

The crowd suddenly became excited. Who is so awesome?From being a skilled doctor to being a wise doctor, are there such talents in Jiangxia?Are there such people in the country?Everyone wants to meet that awesome guy.

There was only one spiritual doctor at the scene, sitting in the corner. He was almost seventy years old. He was admitted as a spiritual doctor last year. He took the examination for ten years from being a spiritual doctor to a spiritual doctor. Now I heard that some people have passed the examination consecutively. After passing the examination as a skilled doctor and a craftsman doctor, he still had to take the examination for the master's degree. He felt quite unhappy. If he really passed the examination for the master's degree, he would just go back and find a rope to hang himself.

Following the five examiners, Yang Fan walked out and entered a room.

"Is he that young man? How can he be so powerful at such a young age?"

"So what if you pass the exam as a craftsman doctor? A wise doctor may not be able to pass the exam. It's just a blind show of talent."

Bai Lan glanced at this man, who was about fifty years old. No wonder he felt unbalanced. Like her, if Yang Fan passed the Ming Medical Examination this time, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Doctor Ming asked to complete three cases, and soon, Yang Fan had easily cured two cases. Entering the third room, when the patient saw the young Yang Fan, he immediately waved his hands and said, "I can't be cured. Please send me back to the ward."

Chu Guoxue scolded in a deep voice, "I'm giving you free treatment, why are there so many things? This young doctor is different from those before. He has great medical skills, and he might be able to make you run back to the ward."

The patient still shook his head, "You're almost turning me into a hornet's nest. I don't believe you anymore. I'd rather sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Please don't treat me!"

After Yang Fan secretly observed the patient's condition, he said: "Your femoral fractures in both legs have been comminuted. It must have grown into one piece without formal treatment or reduction. It has been at least more than a month, right?"

"Are you the second person to recognize my condition?"

In the past, several doctors only knew how to prick her with needles, but only one could make an accurate diagnosis, so I thought his medical skills were pretty good.

"Do you want to do it?"

Yang Fan asked.

"Nonsense, who doesn't want to be good? Do you have what it takes?"

The patient originally had some hope, but after looking at Yang Fan again, that hope was gone.

"As long as you cooperate with me, I might be able to get you out of bed and walk."

The patient hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, if you want to hurt me, I'll help you."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the silver needle in Yang Fan's hand fell rapidly.

The next moment, Yang Fan's fist hit the patient's leg, and the leg was broken.

The patient opened his mouth to shout, but he felt no pain and was numb. He said angrily: "You broke my leg, you are responsible for reconnecting it."

The examiners headed by Wan Shiren frowned, and they must have been very cruel.

However, Chu Guoxue's eyes flashed with joy and he shouted: "Breaking a leg bone constitutes a minor injury. If the patient sues you, he will be sentenced to prison. Don't you understand?"

Yang Fan's hands were placed on the fractured area. If you look carefully, you can see that his fingers are constantly moving.

At this moment, he is using a perfect fracture surgical reduction technique. His purpose is simple, to open up the broken bones that are stuck together and reset them under fluoroscopy.

"He's resetting the bones," one of the examiners said.

Wan Shiren nodded happily. Apart from Yang Fan, probably no one would dare to do this kind of treatment.

"What are you doing? Massage?"

The patient looked at Yang Fan in horror.

Click.

The right leg was reset, and the left leg was interrupted again. Under the glare and howl of the patient, Yang Fan completed the reset and performed acupuncture treatment.

The room was very quiet, no one spoke, everyone was waiting for the injection and review.

Chu Guoxue was keenly aware that the patient's face gradually became filled with blood from the previous paleness, which was a sign of improvement.

"Doctor, what do you mean? First you broke my leg, and now you treat it? I'm warning you, if it doesn't get better, you will go to jail."

The patient raised his head and looked at the silver needles, his face turned green. He was an old bachelor. His leg was broken and he had no money to treat it. Now, he had no choice but to blackmail this person.

Yang Fan took out the silver needle and stepped aside.

Chu Guoxue was the first to review the patient. He pressed his palm on his leg a few times and his jaw almost dropped. Suddenly, he seemed to have aged a few years. It was certain that in some aspects, Yang Fan's medical skills had surpassed him. .

"Good technique, I haven't seen such bone-setting techniques in many years."

"I think he should be specially recruited into the Yanhuang Divine Doctor Organization."

"It's too condescending to only give someone the qualification of a wise doctor. You can apply to the higher authorities and at least give him a spiritual doctor."

Others reviewed and expressed their opinions, but Wan Shiren's heart had already stirred up a storm. Given time, this young man's achievements may be the legendary existence.

He patted Yang Fan's shoulder meaningfully and said, "Only the answer remains."

"Doctor, don't go. Who is responsible for my legs?"

Seeing a group of people about to leave, the patient rolled off the bed in a hurry.

"You have recovered. You will be fine after a few days of rest."

Wan Shiren said to the patient dumbfounded.

"Ah——, really?"

The patient hesitantly tried to get up. Not only was he able to stand, but he could also walk without any problems. He was so excited that he burst into tears.

In the corridor, hearing the patient's cries, the candidates started talking a lot.

"If you make a patient cry like this, he will definitely not be cured. He can only stop being a craftsman. He thinks he is so powerful."

"Oh, the patient suffered so much. I injected him with more than a dozen needles and he didn't cry."

"Go and see what's going on."

Someone took the lead and moved forward.