Ye Yuan went to the table, straightened his back, and thought for a while whether he and this guy were worth it. Since he learned that "Medical Nervous" was a technique unknown to the Immortal Doctor Sect, Ye Yuan's actions have become much more low-key, especially in front of people who are also doctors, trying not to see any clues.

Weighing the pros and cons and treating these mortals, it is not enough to have real skills in "Medical Nervous". At this moment, Ye Yuan made a decision and said to the patient at the table: "Please extend your hand."

As soon as these words were said, the patient naturally had no objection and hurriedly extended his hand. For ordinary civilians, if a doctor is given treatment, especially the noble monks and doctors, they will not pick people at all. As long as they are doctors, they must be noble existences.

Ye Yuan came up to diagnose the man's pulse. Ye Hongming stood aside, with one hand on his back, glanced at Ye Yuan with a squint, snorted coldly, but said nothing.

However, after Ye Hongming's entourage, A Er, heard his master's cold snorting, and even disdainful and commenting at all, he sneered. The voice was not loud but could be heard by several people, saying, "To diagnose these ordinary civilians, there is actually a need to diagnose pulse patterns. What kind of cat and dog dare to call themselves doctors. Even the most ordinary mortals can diagnose the pulse patterns, right?"

Liu Shaofeng was also a little surprised. Looking at Ye Yuan's unique diagnosis, he became a little confused. However, more and more people were coming to watch the fun. The disciples of Xuanjing Sect, some people from the lord's mansion in Xiyun City, and even some idle doctors have also come to this hall.

Ye Yuan usually diagnosed seven or eight people with pulses, looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, and every step was done steadily. Although the diagnosis results were all right, there was nothing special about it, and it seemed that there was no difference from other ordinary doctors.

After diagnosing seven or eight people in a row, he still did not prescribe any of them. Ye Hongming was also a little confused, but he didn't say anything, but the doctors who came later had already started to talk.

An old man with white hair and beard looked at Ye Yuan and muttered in a low voice: "This young man looks extremely skillful in his technique, and his diagnosis is flawless. He follows the steps. However, why did he diagnose seven or eight people in a row and he didn't prescribe any of them?"

A doctor next to him who was also in the Qi Refining Realm cultivating level laughed low and said, "If you want me to see, this guy must have no real ability. I guess he doesn't know what prescription to prescribe. We have read all the prescriptions of Mr. Ye just now. It's extremely exquisite. Combined with everyone's situation, it's just right and you can't find any problems at all."

In fact, Ye Yuan was indeed in trouble because he was writing a prescription. To be honest, although Ye Yuan's words are not particularly ugly, they are completely incompatible with good looks. Whether it is Wuwen or the newly obtained Mingwen, they all emphasize meaning but not form. Especially Wuwen, as long as the writing contains the idea of ​​a great witch, even if you write like a dog crawling fork, it will not affect anything at all. Even the same word can express completely different meanings.

Words are something that requires practice. Ye Yuan himself understands that although Ye Hongming's first-hand herbal medicine prescription is full of arrogance, his writing is well written. Ye Yuan thinks that writing is not as beautiful as the other party's writing.

"Doctor Ye, don't you prescribe a prescription?" Pei Wei, who was standing beside him, took the initiative to express everyone's doubts.

Ye Yuan smiled indifferently, shook his head gently, and said to one of the patients who had completed the diagnosis: "If you have high fever, you can take one qian of Bupleurum to take it. Drink a cup of hot white water every hour. There are also diarrhea symptoms. Within a week, the diet must be light and not meat. Eat white porridge every day and add some ordinary black sugar cooked at home. It will be relieved in three days and cured in one week."

After saying that, he said to the other three: "You have similar symptoms to him, but you can treat them the same."

He turned his head to look at the other three and said, "You three have no symptoms of high fever, and are young and strong. Go out to breathe fresh air, take a hot bath, eat some light things, cover your head and sleep with a big head, sweat, basically there is no problem, just keep warm."

As soon as these words were said, everyone was surprised. Even the patients who had been diagnosed looked at Ye Yuan in surprise. One of them said, "Doctor Ye, don't you need to take medicine?"

Ye Yuan smiled indifferently and said, "No need to take medicine, each person costs one penny for medical treatment."

Several patients showed joy. Everyone took out a penny from their bodies without hesitation and put it on the table in front of Ye Yuan, thanking each other repeatedly.

Many monks looked at each other, but the doctors who came to see the fun were surprised. The middle-aged man even sneered: "The bullshit diagnosis, even ordinary people know, is actually the result of diagnosis. If it were so simple, more and more people would not be sick!"

Everyone whispered and talked a lot. They had to think hard for a long time about the dosage of each medicine, or even whether to use it or not. Unexpectedly, when they arrived at Ye Yuan, they didn't even need to take medicine. Isn't it said that the diagnosis of other doctors is useless?

The seven or eight doctors were talking louder and louder, and the patients around them heard these words and booed them.

These people don’t know how to treat them, but everyone thinks that Ye Yuan is wrong, so naturally Ye Yuan is wrong. The most important thing is that ordinary people dare to get sick on weekdays. If it is an ordinary minor illness, you can naturally find some ordinary mortal doctors to diagnose it. It doesn’t cost much, and everyone can accept it. But now, more and more people have similar diseases, at least the symptoms seem to be the same, so it is naturally a serious illness.

If you don’t take medicine for serious illnesses and don’t spend a lot of money, even the patient thinks it is impossible. It is the same as paying for what you pay for.

Those who were diagnosed by Ye Yuan were also a little hesitant. Ye Yuan smiled indifferently. He had soul-induced feelings, was carrying the true energy of life, and was extremely sensitive to human vitality. He was even said to have been exposed to it personally. I am afraid that no one knows the conditions of these patients better than Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan had already said whether the other party believed it or not.

If you prescribe medicine, Ye Yuan can prescribe ten or eight prescriptions to cure these people, but the medicinal materials are a expense for these ordinary people.

This is something that every monk present cannot consider, and even those doctors, none of them have considered this.

Ye Yuan's performance was dull and even received a lot of booing. However, Ye Hongming never took the opportunity to speak and belittle Ye Yuan. No one understood that most of the disdain in Ye Hongming's eyes were directed at Ye Yuan's way of thinking about problems from the perspective of a commoner. The remaining disdain was disdain and Ye Yuan's medical skills.

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