The next day.

After Qin Hao helped Liang Xiaomiao process several documents in the office, he suddenly received a call from Dean Chen.

President Chen said that the matter of hiring him as a special doctor has been done, so he asked him to go to the hospital and get to know his colleagues in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Qin Hao thought it was okay, so after hanging up the phone, he said hello to Liang Xiaomiao and went out.

When he arrived at Tianhai Hospital, Qin Hao found that Dean Chen was waiting for him at the door.

Following Dean Chen, the two of them arrived at the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

President Chen looked at the people in the Chinese medicine department and introduced: "This is Qin Hao, and he will be a special doctor in our Chinese medicine department in the future."

"He is Dr. Qin?"

"I heard that he cured Mr. Yu's father's heart disease and saved Mr. Zou's son from being amputated."

"I heard that even Mr. Huang wants to take Mr. Qin as his teacher."

"Wow, Dr. Qin is so young? I thought he was an old man."

After hearing Dean Chen's introduction, everyone exclaimed in surprise and looked at Qin Hao, with admiration in their eyes.

Some female doctors and nurses have bright eyes.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qin Hao. Although I don't work in the hospital often, if you encounter any difficult and complicated diseases and difficult patients, you can ask me for help."

Qin Hao also introduced himself with a smile.

"Then the relationship is good, I will have to trouble Dr. Qin in the future."

"Doctor Qin, are you free tonight? I would like to ask you some medical knowledge."

"You're shameless. I think you want to ask Dr. Qin for his physiological knowledge?"

As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, everyone started to make fun of him.

Qin Hao's mind was full of black lines.

Are these female doctors so open?

"Hmph!" At this moment, a light hum sounded.

When everyone heard the humming, they all calmed down.

I saw a young man in his early twenties wearing a white coat walking forward, looking at Qin Hao, and saying, "You are Qin Hao? You don't look good."

"Are you?" Qin Hao looked at the young man in confusion.

As soon as this young man entered the house, Qin Hao saw a faint hostility on his face.

This made him very puzzled.

Have you offended him?

"My name is Huang Zixuan." The young man introduced himself: "I am Mr. Huang's grandson."

"Oh? Mr. Huang's grandson? Hello."

Qin Hao didn't expect that the young man was Huang's grandson. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and stretched out his hand to shake him.

However, Huang Zixuan did not shake hands with him, but wrapped his arms around his chest, glanced at Qin Hao up and down, and said, "I didn't see how powerful you are. My grandfather is at home, why have he always praised you? He also asked me to learn more from you?"

As he said that, Huang Zixuan had a faint disdain on his face.

Qin Hao didn't expect that Huang Zixuan was so arrogant that he couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't say anything, if you follow me, I really can't teach you anything."

"Just know." Huang Zixuan said with a hint of arrogance on his face, "Do you know your level is limited?"

Qin Hao shook his head and smiled and said, "No, but I think you may not be able to learn no matter how I teach you."

"What did you say?" Huang Zixuan glared at Qin Hao with anger on his face and said angrily: "What do you mean?"

Qin Hao smiled faintly and said, "I mean, my medical skills are too profound. I am afraid that with your IQ, you will not be able to understand it."

"You!" Huang Zixuan was so angry that he trembled all over when he heard this. He glared at Qin Hao and said, "Do you know how old I am to start studying traditional Chinese medicine?"

“When I was five years old, I could recite soup songs.”

"I read "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" at the age of eight, and when I was twelve, I started to treat people."

"You said there are any Chinese medicine skills that I can't understand?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "I started treating people at the age of twelve? I wonder if the patient should be lucky or if you are lucky and have not cured them."

"You!" Huang Zixuan was furious after hearing Qin Hao's words.

Why is this guy’s focus different from others?

"Everyone can see my medical skills, and now, I am even called a little miracle doctor."

Huang Zixuan said, with a strong arrogance on his face.

When everyone in the Chinese medicine department heard Huang Zixuan's words, they all nodded.

Although Huang Zixuan is a little arrogant, his medical skills are indeed amazing.

Usually, sometimes they encounter patients who are difficult to diagnose, and Huang Zixuan is also helping them.

So, when they heard Qin Hao say that Huang Zixuan didn’t have enough IQ, they both laughed and thought Qin Hao was too overwhelmed.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Maybe it happened that you used your brain too much since you were a child, so it's not possible now. The old saying goes well. When you are young, you may not be better."

"You!" Huang Zixuan didn't expect that Qin Hao would even dare to despise him after hearing his words. He couldn't help but feel furious and said, "Are you amazing? Have you ever read "Treatise on Febrile Diseases"? Do you know "Jinkui Yaolue"? Do you know how to recite soup songs?"

"How do you know I don't know these?" Qin Hao looked at him and smiled.

"Then tell me what is the theory of yin and yang, and what is the theory of seven alternation?" Huang Zixuan looked at Qin Hao and sneered.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Why should I tell you? You don't know, do you want me to teach you?"

"You!" Huang Zixuan almost jumped up in anger.

He knew all these things when he was ten years old.

This kid actually said that he wants to learn secretly now?

It's really ridiculous.

"Huang Zixuan, the patient is here."

At this time, a nurse came with a patient.

Huang Zixuan looked at Qin Hao, snorted coldly, turned around and sat down, and began to take the patient's pulse.

A few minutes later, Huang Zixuan looked at the patient and said, "You are suffering from liver blood deficiency, blood deficiency, spleen and stomach deficiency and cold. I will prescribe a prescription for you to nourish blood and nourish the spleen. If you take a few doses, it will be fine."

"Okay." The patient nodded.

After the diagnosis, Huang Zixuan looked up at Qin Hao and snorted: "By the way, didn't you say that your medical skills are amazing? I wonder how I diagnosed it?"

Qin Hao pondered for a while and said, "Your diagnosis...well, right?"

When Huang Zixuan heard this, his face turned arrogant and said, "Nonsense, I have been a Chinese medicine practitioner since elementary school. Can I make the wrong diagnosis?"

However.

Qin Hao suddenly smiled faintly and said, "But, the prescription you prescribed is wrong."

"Ah? This is wrong?"

When the patient heard this, he looked at Huang Zixuan in panic.

Huang Zixuan stood up, glared at Qin Hao, and said, "What are you talking nonsense? How could I prescribe the wrong prescription?"

Qin Hao smiled, looked at him, and said, "If I guess correctly, you are prescribing Bazhen Soup, right?"

"How do you know?" Huang Zixuan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What, is it wrong for me to prescribe Bazhen Soup?"
Chapter completed!