C2005 10000 Euro
C2005 10000 Euro
Yang Bo nodded his head, he indicated for the other party to place her hand on the pulse holding pillow on the table, the middle aged woman did as she was told.
Yang Bo reached out, placed his hand on the other party's wrist and felt his pulse.
The fact that Chinese medicine could use his pulse to determine a patient's illness was a theoretical summary that had lasted for thousands of years. Yang Bo had only learned an extremely shallow knowledge about pulse in traditional Chinese medicine, so it would be extremely difficult for him to determine the patient's condition through pulse.
However, a brilliance flashed before Yang Bo's eyes as he stared at the place where the other party was in pain. Through the thick layer of fats, Yang Bo was able to basically judge the other party's condition.
However, since it was for the honor of Chinese medicine, Yang Bo calmly checked his pulse for a moment, and then put his hand back down, "It's not really a serious disease, you have duodenal ulcers."
Yang Bo spoke slowly, and when the translator beside him told him about his illness, he continued, "This is a chronic disease, you should have already seen it in the hospital, right? The medicine the doctor prescribed for you didn't have any effect? "
Ms. He Xi quickly nodded her head, "Yes, yes, it has no effect. I heard that the Doctor Faang is skilled in medicine, so I specially rushed here, hoping to be able to cure it!"
Yang Bo stared at her, he did not say a word, but the look in his eyes did not look friendly.
She stared at Yang Bo, as if she had forgotten the pain in her abdomen, and covered her mouth with her hands.
"Mrs. Clark sent you here?" Yang Bo suddenly asked.
After the first round of translations, the threatening effect was gone. However, Ms. Heshai seemed to be a bit timid and quickly said, "No, no, it's really not her!"
Yang Bo stared at him and could not help but laugh, "It looks like you know her?"
Heshai had no choice but to nod.
Yang Bo frowned, he did not think that he would end up fighting a brainless Verna. His mother was actually very intelligent, not only could she retreat after knowing the difficulties, she would even try to rope her friends in, however, Yang Bo was not afraid of these!
The duodenal ulcer was a very difficult disease to treat, and many people would have this disease for many years. This Ms. Heshai looked plump and pale, as if she was suffering from a stomach disease!
This was a good start. As long as he could cure the person in front of him, he would be able to break the rumors regarding Lady Ke Lake and even open the Medicine Hall's signboard!
Yang Bo waved towards Doctor Faang, "Hand over the brush and ink!"
Doctor Faang was startled for a moment, he immediately turned around and walked over with a pen and paper.
Yang Bo frowned, "You have to take the brush, ink and paper!"
The Doctor Faang looked at Yang Bo in shock, but did not hesitate. He quickly said: "I don't have any pen, ink, and paper here, but they are right next door. I'll go and borrow them immediately."
Doctor Faang hurriedly ran out, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. He originally thought that Yang Bo was just joking, but who would have thought that Yang Bo would actually look like that?
Using a brush to write a prescription was a traditional method, but it was not common in modern times!
Doctor Faang still remembered that every time his grandfather practices medicine, he would use a brush to write a prescription. This was an old tradition, only those older people or those with an orderly inheritance would use this method.
Could it be that Yang Bo came from a Chinese medical family?
Very quickly, Doctor Faang came back with a pen and paper. He personally helped Yang Bo grind the ink, and when he saw Yang Bo's neat and proper handwriting, his gaze immediately changed when he looked at Yang Bo!
As Yang Bo wrote down the prescription, his heart had a trace of regret. He wanted to pretend that he was well-educated, wanted to show the profoundness of Chinese medicine, and that was why he thought of this idea. It was only after writing that he realized that he had been careless!
Yang Bo never learned calligraphy when he was young, and now, because of his high cultivation level and strong control, he was able to write neat and proper calligraphy, but he could not write the calligraphy that he wanted to write at all.
Shouldn't the prescription be flying like a dragon and a phoenix?
After writing the prescription, Yang Bo put down the brush. He picked up the letter and blew on it, then raised his head and looked over.
Ms. He Xi had also been to this Chinese Medicine Hall before, and had seen Doctor Faang writing down her prescription. However, Doctor Faang did not have this much trouble, she knew the rules, so she quickly went over and took the prescription.
Yang Bo took back the prescription, and shook his head slightly, "Miss He Xi, I can't give you the prescription, you have to go to the cashier's desk to pay for it."
Ms. Hesse paused at the translation, then gave an awkward laugh. "Good, good!"
Ms. Hersey turned around to look. There was a counter here, but there was no one behind it. Where was the cashier's desk?
Yang Bo was also aware of this problem. He beckoned to Yue Junyao: "Come and receive the money."
Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu who were sitting at the side were bored, but seeing Yang Bo acting so arrogantly, the two girls both felt it was kind of funny.
Hearing that Yang Bo had asked him to go and collect the money, Yue Junyao stood up and walked to the counter, smiling as she said, "You have to pay me!"
"I'll give you all the money I've collected!" Yang Bo waved his hand.
"How much is it?" Yue Junyao asked.
Yang Bo slightly hesitated, "Don't take too much, a thousand!"
Ms. Hersey walked to the counter and took out her wallet to pay. Just as she was about to pay, she heard the translator's words and stared at him with wide eyes. "A thousand euros, why don't you go and snatch the money?"
France was a developed country, but not everyone was rich. As a supermarket cashier, Ms. He Xi's monthly salary was only a thousand euros, but to her, it was already a thousand euros just to see a doctor. This was way too much!
Yang Bo stared at Ms. He Xi and said: "Of course, you can choose not to treat it. The Chinese medicine here is very cheap, it's worth one euro, but the price of the prescription is 999 euros!"
She had never seen such an expensive doctor, but she swallowed her anger and pulled out her credit card.
Yue Junyao did not know how to operate the card reader, so Doctor Faang went forward to help her swipe the card, and grabbed the medicine according to the recipe.
Westerners did not know how to cook medicine, so most people would pick up medicine from here. The medicine store charged a certain fee to cook medicine, and once the medicine store was done, the customers would come to pick it up.
Looking at Ms. Heshai angrily leaving, Yang Bo couldn't help but laugh. She was stubborn and stubborn to the point that she said that it wasn't Mrs. Ke Lake who asked her to come. If she really did come here on her own accord, she would be willing to pay this thousand?
The France medical insurance system was developed, so the cost of going to the hospital wasn't high. How could an ordinary person spend 1000 euros here to treat a disease?
Doctor Faang looked at Yang Bo, hesitating to speak.
Seeing his appearance, Yang Bo did not allow him to speak either.
Heshai's face was full of anger as he went to find Lady Clarke. When he saw her, he could not help but say angrily, "It's all your fault, I spent a thousand Ou to treat you. You will be reimbursed for this money!"
"A thousand?" Mrs. Clark was waiting at home for news. When she heard the news about He Xi, she was also shocked. "This person is too bold!"
"But, Hezekiah, we're going to be rich. If he can't cure your illness, they're finished. I want their pharmacy closed!"
— — The content is from [Mick Read]