After eating hot pot, Li Jiagen and the other three took a taxi to Zhao Zilong's family hospital, which is located near the river and is a little more remote. It's just across a road along the river.

It was already starting to rain lightly, and behind Zhao Zilong's family hospital, the wide river was covered in mist and mist.

"Heart and Brain Hospital, acupuncture expert."

Chen Yuqiao held an umbrella and glanced at the cars parked everywhere, and said to the two signs, one new and one old, hung on the fourth floor of Zhao Zilong Family Hospital.

"This new sign was put up the day before yesterday." Geng Le whispered.

Li Jiagan smiled after hearing this. It seemed that Lao Zhao still valued those people who came to Kyoto this time.

"Old Zhao, this place is quite good. Why do you describe this place so badly?"

Li Jia glanced sideways at Geng Le and said.

He looked at Zhao Zilong's family hospital from the outside. It should be a courtyard house. The four-story building in the north of the courtyard faces south and is surrounded by a circle of two-story buildings.

Li Jiagen saw that there were wards in the building and made a rough estimate. Zhao Zilong's family hospital should have dozens of wards and hundreds of beds. The scale was pretty good, at least much larger than his current clinic.

"Dr. Zhao is so famous, and his medical reputation has spread all over the country. Compared with his reputation, this hospital seems a little shabby." Geng Le muttered in defense.

"If you're not a family member, you don't know how expensive oil and salt are." Li Jiagan glanced sideways at Geng Le.

Then the three of them walked in through the open courtyard door.

In the yard, there were some patients who looked like they were recovering and playing poker under umbrellas. There were also patients who looked like they had just been able to get out of bed and were practicing walking with the help of their family members. There was also a reporter filming the scene with two tall noses.

Blue-eyed Westerners stood watching and communicating in English.

Li Jiagan's English was average, just enough for the exam. He couldn't understand what the two foreigners were talking about, but his expressions seemed like they were sighing.

"These two foreigners also came here with those people from Kyoto this time." Geng Le introduced Li Jiagen in a low voice.

Li Jiagan didn't say anything. The three of them entered the fourth floor on the north side. The corridor was filled with banners. It seemed that they were the heartfelt words written by patients who survived the disaster and survived after recovering.

Although many people questioned Zhao Zilong, Zhao Zilong did save many people.

"Most of the people I treat here are seriously ill patients who have been sentenced to death after failing to be treated in regular hospitals, or poor patients who cannot afford to go to big hospitals for treatment.

Most people are carried in, and then walk out on their own after treatment.

Basically, every patient's condition can be effectively controlled in the first three days after coming in. After a few days, he can get significantly better, and he can be discharged from the hospital in less than a month.

There is no patient who comes in alive and goes out dead, and there is no patient who walks in and goes out lying down.

Nowadays, people who come to me for treatment include not only patients from all over the country, but also foreigners from the United States, Japan, the United Kingdom, Singapore and other countries..."

Li Jiagen and the other three quietly walked up two more floors, then heard Zhao Zilong's voice. Then they went up the stairs and saw Zhao Zilong leading a large group of people to transfer wards.

Although Li Jiagen was wearing a mask, Zhao Zilong spotted him at a glance. He looked straight over and his voice paused, causing the people following him to also look at Li Jiagen and the three of them.

"Old Zhao, I just arrived and I want to come to your place to visit."

Li Jiagen waved and greeted Zhao Zilong with a smile.

"Who is this?"

Following Zhao Zilong's group of people, an old man with a gray-haired scholar's appearance asked.

"I am a friend of Lao Zhao and I also run a clinic in the countryside. I just stopped by to take a look at Lao Zhao's place."

Li Jiagan rushed to speak without waiting for Zhao Zilong's answer. He didn't want to attract the attention of this group of people.

Those people lost interest in Li Jiagan as soon as they heard this, but Zhao Zilong silently rolled his eyes, "Following the road? Which road are you following?"

Then Li Jiagan and three others joined the crowd and followed quietly.

Zhao Zilong's hospital is indeed a bit strange. Apart from blood pressure monitors and stethoscopes, there are no other medical devices in the clinics and wards, and there is no pharmacy.

It seems that Lao Zhao really only uses his hands to treat people, Li Jiagen murmured in his heart.

"I mainly treat people here for encephalopathy, cerebral hemorrhage, stroke, brain tumor, hydrocephalus, and concussion. Generally speaking, patients with acute stroke and coma can wake up after just one or two acupuncture points, usually within half a month.

I can walk out on my own.”

Zhao Zilong continued to introduce to this group of people.

“My treatment method is mainly acupuncture, supplemented by wild herbs.

Acupuncture is a martial art when used in martial arts, and it is a life-saving technique when used in medicine.

The core of acupuncture lies in two words, which is a switch! In fact, the survival and disappearance of human life depend on a switch. Falling asleep at night is a switch, defecation and urination are switches, and the body's blood transportation is a switch..."

Zhao Zilong didn't look nervous at all in front of this group of people, and he talked as if he was giving a report at a conference, which made Li Jiagen somewhat amused.

If it were him, he wouldn't have the heart to explain his medical skills to such a large group of people, other than to teach students.

Of course, some of his things cannot be explained clearly to others.

So he wouldn't say anything and would just treat people quietly.

Moreover, Li Jiagan also found that the more Zhao Zilong told this group of people, the more suspicious they became in their eyes. This was really a bit thankless.

"Dr. Zhao, I have heard your name for a long time. I really want to see Dr. Zhao's magical acupuncture skills. I have a friend named You Jin, who is a famous calligrapher and painter in my country. Dr. Zhao should also have heard of him. Bar?"

Taking advantage of Zhao Zilong's eloquent introduction to himself and his family hospital, the old man who looked like a scholar and headed the group said.

Li Jiagen now knows this person through Geng Le's whisper report. His name is Ren Changqing, the former president of Kyoto University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and now the deputy leader of some research association.

"You Jin, I've never heard of it, what does Principal Ren mean?" Zhao Zilong shook his head and asked.

"Well."

Ren Changqing was slightly surprised and embarrassed. You Jin is one of the top calligraphers and painters in the country today. His works are worth tens of thousands per square foot. Zhao Zilong has never heard of him?

"Well, it's like this. My friend, a famous calligrapher and painter, suffered a stroke this year and was admitted to Union Hospital for half a year of treatment. Now he is paralyzed after being discharged and cannot take care of himself. So I really want Dr. Zhao to give him some treatment. I don't know Dr. Zhao.

Is Shan good at treating this disease? Oh, my friend and his lover just sent me a text message, saying that they have arrived in Furong Town."

Ren Changqing continued.

Li Jiagan, who was following this group of people, couldn't help but sneer in his heart after listening to Ren Changqing's words. If Ren Changqing spoke to him like this, he would immediately reject the matter.

Even if it can be treated, it will be rejected.

Because this Ren Changqing is clearly trying to test people?

However, Li Jiagan guessed that Zhao Zilong would probably not refuse, after all, he had introduced his miraculous medical skills to these people for a long time.

really--

"Okay, let him come over." Zhao Zilong agreed.

The famous calligrapher and painter was brought here in a nanny van, and several people took him off the stretcher and carried him to a larger consulting room on the second floor.

The bumpy journey from Kyoto, the flight and the nanny car, put this 70-year-old man through a lot of hardships. When he was placed on the hospital bed on the second floor, he was already pale, hemiplegia, and unable to take care of himself.

, now I can barely even lift my moving hand.

This old man has put in a lot of hard work to make the props for this exam.

However, Li Jiagen had some suspicions that his family members were planning to save money on treatment fees during this exam, because Li Jiagen had also heard that for special conditions, Zhao Zilong’s medical expenses from afar were not cheap, although they were not as expensive as Li Jiagen’s.

Such an exaggeration, but it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of them secretly.

And if we take advantage of the opportunity of this inspection team to conduct an "examination" on Zhao Zilong, we can naturally greatly reduce the treatment fee. It is even possible to avoid paying the treatment fee if we are shameless.

Well, it's not that Li Jiagan is used to thinking negatively about certain people, but that all kinds of people in this society have them.

After the calligrapher and painter's family repeatedly confirmed that Zhao Zilong's treatment would have no side effects, they finally allowed Zhao Zilong to start treating the patient.

At this time, Li Jiagan had quietly squeezed into a position that was very forward and at a good angle. He was holding the wrist of the other hand with one hand and entered a refreshing state. He didn't care about the dissatisfied expressions of disdain from the corners of his eyes of the two members of the inspection team around him.

The light kept looking at him.

Well, generally speaking, although shameless people can't stand the shamelessness of others, they can be reasonably tolerant of their own shameless behavior.

Undoubtedly, Li Jiagan is such a person. Sometimes he also wonders why he has such a thick skin.

But it is also an indisputable fact that thick-skinned people can survive better.

Zhao Zilong obviously noticed that Li Jiagen had squeezed to the front, and he found that Li Jiagen was holding the wrist of the other hand with one hand, just like his signature move when diagnosing someone's pulse.

Zhao Zilong really didn't know what Li Jiagen's action meant, but he knew that this action must be of great significance to Li Jiagen.

It's a pity that he really can't figure it out. For this reason, he has held the wrist of the other hand with one hand like Li Jiagen many times. It's a pity that he can't feel the ball!

How does a person feel when his left hand holds his right hand?

It's not like holding a beautiful woman's hand and it will be electrified. There really is no special feeling at all!

But Zhao Zilong heard Cai Chengguang tell him that Li Jiagan had a very high level of understanding. He could understand many things that were too complicated and mysterious for others after reading them several times. He was really an extremely smart person!

Then will he learn Zhao Zilong's acupuncture treatment method?

This thought flashed through Zhao Zilong's mind and he felt a little awkward, but he still started to treat the patient.
Chapter completed!