Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 89 Half an Hour

Zhang Qian said with some resentment: "What if I don't give it to you?

Waiting for you to beat me to death?

My grandfather died because of this, and my parents died because of this.

My brother and I can’t die because of this!”

Liu Sang pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "Well, you are right, it is a crime to possess a treasure.

Since you are so happy, I don't need to do anything.

I'm leaving now, bye."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked out with his men.

Ye Changqing felt relieved. Everything had finally gone smoothly, and the siblings were completely safe from now on. Zhang Jianglai watched the backs of the people walking out, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred, which was not something a child should have.

Zhang Qian saw them approaching the door. Suddenly, she felt a surge of resentment rising in her chest, and she called out, "Mr. Liu~"

Liu Sang stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at Zhang Qian: "Do you regret it?"

When Ye Changqing saw Zhang Qian calling out to several people, he suddenly became a little nervous.

Things were going smoothly, I don't know what this girl wants to say.

He hoped in his heart that he would not cause any more trouble.

Zhang Qian shook her head: "I just want to know why you want this book?

Because you want to study medicine?"

Liu Sang raised his eyebrows, as if he had not expected this to be the question.

The expression on his face gradually changed, the polite smile disappeared, replaced by arrogance and confidence.

Even the tone of his voice changed: “Some good things are wasted on people like you.

Be it IQ, EQ, perseverance, patience, or persistence, you don't have these qualities.

Books in you are like sharks in the ocean, raised in a river.

What a waste!

But it is different in our hands. We have the most tenacious perseverance, the best genes, the most vast wisdom, and the most enduring perseverance.

We can make a small medical book a hundred times more valuable."

Zhang Qian frowned as she listened. He spoke in a rather long-winded manner, but she understood one thing.

People looked down on her. She was a little dissatisfied: "I'll give you the medical book.

But I don’t agree with what you said.”

Liu Sang showed a trace of disdain on his face: "Facts speak louder than words. In this land, Traditional Chinese Medicine will soon disappear.

Because your wisdom and abilities are not enough to comprehend the true meaning of Chinese medicine."

Zhang Qian heard something else: "You're not from this land?"

Mr. Li said proudly: "I come from a more elegant place, and we are a more superior race.

I am also a doctor and am regarded as a miracle doctor by many patients.

Your medical skills in front of me are like those of a three-year-old child facing a strong adult.

It’s not worth mentioning at all!”

Ye Changqing frowned when he heard this. He knew Zhang Qian's medical skills were quite advanced. This guy was too arrogant.

But for the safety of Zhang Qian and her brother.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he sat there without saying anything, hoping that Zhang Qian wouldn't say anything either.

When they left, they took the book with them, and that was the only way to get rid of the source of trouble.

Zhang Qian was even more dissatisfied. She was very confident in her medical skills, so she opened a clinic.

She couldn't stand being spoken of so harshly. "If you say so, I want to compete with you in medical skills."

Liu Sang showed disdain on his face: "You want to compete with me in medical skills?

You are so self-righteous.

With your medical skills, you are not even qualified to be my apprentice."

Ye Changqing was a little angry when he heard this. Zhang Qian was able to practice medicine, but she didn't even have the qualifications to be his apprentice. She was so arrogant.

He vaguely guessed something.

This Liu Sang is most likely from Japan.

Zhang Qian gritted her teeth and said, "Medical skills cannot be learned by words.

Being able to truly cure diseases and save lives is the real strength.

I want to compete with you once."

Liu Sang looked at the time and then at the people in the clinic: a child, a woman, and someone who looked like a patient.

None of them are threatening.

Then he nodded and said, “Okay, then I will show you the real medical skills.

How to compare? "

Liu Sang pointed to the door and said, "The door of the clinic is open, and there will always be people coming in for consultation.

When a patient comes, we each come up with a treatment plan. Whoever's method is faster, more economical, and has no side effects will be compared.

Whoever wins will be the winner."

Zhang Qian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll put up the advertisement for half-price consultation today.

I believe that patients will come to us soon.”

Behind the door, there is a billboard against the wall that says "Opening today, all items are half price."

She walked towards the door with the sign.

Seeing this, Liu Sang walked inside and made way.

Several bodyguards followed Liu Sang, keeping vigilant at all times.

Ye Changqing didn't expect that they actually competed in medical skills.

At this point he could only accept it, hoping that after the medical skills competition, Liu Sang would leave with his medical skills.

Zhang Qian and her brother live a stable life.

Shortly after the ad was posted, a patient came in. The patient had a strange expression on his face, with the corners of his mouth tilted downwards, and he seemed unable to close his mouth. Saliva was flowing down the corners of his mouth, and it looked like it was about to drip.

He quickly wiped it off with toilet paper.

The eyes are a little slanted, and the whole face looks a little deformed.

It's like a face made of rubber, and someone pulls the corners of the mouth, and the whole face is deformed.

When Ye Changqing saw the person coming, he recognized him as the one with facial paralysis.

Traditional Chinese medicine calls it stroke, while Western medicine calls it facial neuritis.

At least ten treatment options came to his mind.

The patient looked at the people in the clinic and seemed to feel something was wrong: "Which one of you is the doctor?"

Zhang Qian sat behind her desk and said, "I'm a doctor."

The patient walked to the desk and looked at Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing realized that he was sitting in the wrong seat. This was the seat where patients sat during their consultations. He quickly stood up and walked over to sit next to Zhang Lailai.

Zhang Qian looked at the patient's face and said, "You have facial paralysis. Have you done any strenuous exercise in the past few days, sweating, sitting in an alley or by a river, or in a windy place?"

The patient nodded and said, "You're right. After playing badminton, I sat in the basement corridor. There was no cool breeze there.

Please give me some treatment.

"

Zhang Qian nodded and looked at Liu Sang: "You and I will each write a treatment plan.

how about it? "

Liu Sang shook his head slightly: "Since you don't recognize your own strength.

Let me prove to you that your medical skills are rubbish."

After saying that, he picked up a pen from the desk and tore off a stack of prescription paper.

He walked to the side, picked up the pen and started writing.

Zhang Qian gritted her teeth, took out a pen and began to write a treatment plan.

Both of them were writing prescriptions, and the tips of their noses rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.

The two people seemed to be competing to see who could write faster.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed.

The two people seemed to be still writing.

Ye Changqing shook his head as he watched. He had a simple way to treat facial paralysis.

It’s just two words. If you write it in more detail, it’s four words.

It took them both so long.

He knew which methods were slow to take effect.

He decided to look at their treatment plans and see if there was any need to intervene. Soon, Liu Sang stopped writing and folded the prescription in his hand, fearing that it would be seen by others.

He said confidently: “I have already written a treatment plan.

Why are you so slow?

There is no way!"

Zhang Qian also stopped writing: "I'm done, we can compare."

Liu Sang sighed: "Alas, I won't sell this prescription for a fortune, this secret recipe.

To make you admit defeat with a clear conscience.

Let me show you!"

As he spoke, he unfolded the prescription paper in his hand, revealing the contents inside, and saw a few lines of words written on it:

Qiangzheng Powder: Composed of white aconite root, silkworm, and scorpion, it dispels wind, resolves phlegm, and arrests spasms. The greenish-green scorpion, known for its ability to move freely, enters the liver meridian, channeling wind to the liver, making it a prime herb for dispelling wind. The pungent and dispersing properties of white aconite root can treat wind in the head and face, while the detoxifying properties of silkworm can dissolve wind in the meridians. Therefore, this formula is used to treat stroke and facial paralysis.

Half a month to recover"

It is written in great detail, with not only prescriptions but also detailed explanations.

Zhang Qian took out the prescription he had written and slowly unfolded it. It read:

Daqinjiao Decoction: It is composed of Qinjiao, licorice, Chuanxiong, Chinese angelica, white peony root, asarum, Qianghuo, Saposhnikovia divaricata, Scutellaria baicalensis, gypsum, Angelica dahurica, Atractylodes macrocephala, etc.

It has the effects of dispelling wind and clearing heat, nourishing blood and activating blood circulation, and treating uncontrolled facial muscles and facial muscle spasms.

Acupuncture can speed up the healing process and the patient can be fully recovered in ten days."

Liu Sang looked disdainful after reading it: "Impossible, the prescription you wrote will definitely not work.

How could it be shorter than my treatment time?" Zhang Qian retorted, "My experience can verify that if he takes the medicine according to the prescription, he will be cured in ten days.

You have to admit defeat!"

Liu Sang curled his lips: "Ten days, do you know how precious my ten days are?

I'll give you an hour at most."

One hour?

Zhang Qian was dumbfounded. Even if he was a god, there was no way he could cure facial paralysis within an hour.

This competition was all in vain.

"Then forget it."

Liu Sang shook his head: "With your status and position, you are not qualified to compete with me.

Traditional Chinese medicine is declining. Not to mention you, not even one doctor in the entire country can compete with me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jianglai stood up with a smile on his young face and a childish voice: "Half an hour, I only need half an hour to cure facial paralysis."