Chapter 63

Yefei and Song Hongyan looked up and saw an old man with a goatee walking out.

His face was covered with a beard, his expression haggard, and he exuded a sense of despair, but his eyes still sparkled.

"This is Mr. Gongsun Yuan."

Song Hongyan introduced Yefei to him and then smiled at Gongsun Yuan, saying, "Mr. Gongsun, this is my brother, Yefei."

Gongsun Yuan didn't even raise his eyelids: "This clinic, one hundred million."

Yefei's eyes narrowed: one hundred million?

Song Hongyan's face turned cold: "Mr. Gongsun, didn't you say forty million yesterday?

Why one hundred million now?"

"Your clinic is only worth fifty million, and it would take three to five months to sell. But if you need the money urgently, forty million is already a good price."

"Isn't it a bit unfair to raise the price like this?"

She really disliked greedy people.

"Forty million was yesterday's price, one hundred million is today's price. The clinic is mine, and I can sell it for whatever price I want. You can't stop me."

Gongsun Yuan still looked cold: "If you don't want to pay, you can cure my granddaughter, and I'll give the clinic to you for free."

While he was scolding Song Hongyan, he was also taking the pulse of the woman in red.

The woman in red occasionally coughed and gasped for breath, looking very uncomfortable.

Song Hongyan's voice turned cold: "Even the hospital said it couldn't be treated. Asking Brother Fei to cure your granddaughter is too much to ask, isn't it?"

The patient also looked at Gongsun Yuan in surprise, feeling like he had suddenly become a different person.

"Stop talking nonsense. Either pay the money or cure the person."

Gongsun Yuan was very impatient: "Or get out."

Song Hongyan was almost furious: "You—"

"Yan, don't be angry."

Yefei smiled: "Mr. Gongsun is just testing me. He doesn't have confidence in my medical skills, thinking that if I take over the clinic, I might harm many people."

"So he's using one hundred million to scare me away."

"If I don't have one hundred million but can cure his granddaughter, it shows that my medical skills are good, and giving the clinic to me won't harm anyone."

"Mr. Gongsun may seem to be asking for a high price, but he actually has a benevolent heart."

Song Hongyan was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand.

The dozen or so patients also nodded in agreement.

"The kid, you're good at reading people, but it's meaningless if you can't back it up with real skills."

Gongsun Yuan snorted at Yefei: "You'd better leave quickly and not interfere with my treatment."

He removed his fingers from the woman in red's pulse and then picked up a pen to write a prescription.

"If my guess is correct..." Yefei suddenly said, "The patient's pulse is slippery and slow, her mouth is dry, she has a fever, her eyes hurt, her nose is dry, her cheeks are red, and she feels nauseous."

"You diagnosed her with typhoid fever."

Gongsun Yuan's movements stopped, and he looked at Yefei in disbelief. This kid hadn't even seen the patient, yet he could describe her condition so accurately?

He stroked his goatee: "You have some skills, no wonder you dared to open a clinic, but it's not enough..."

Song Hongyan's eyes lit up. Gongsun Yuan's words indicated that Yefei's guess was correct.

"I also know that you prescribed Baihu Decoction for her."

"Gypsum 30 grams, Anemarrhena 30 grams, Licorice 20 grams, Rice 50 grams, boiled in one liter of water, and the residue removed."

Yefei said calmly, "Three doses a day for seven days, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Gongsun Yuan's smile froze. Yefei's description, whether the medicine or the dosage, matched his prescription exactly.

The dozen or so patients, seeing Gongsun Yuan's expression, knew that Yefei's guess was correct and became curious about his identity.

Who is this young man with such remarkable medical skills?

Gongsun Yuan nodded: "I misjudged you."

He then handed the prescription to the woman in red and took the pulse of another elderly man in gray.

The man looked to be in his eighties, with disheveled white hair, a gaunt face, sunken eyes, sweating, and his left hand tightly pressing his abdomen.

Three minutes later, Gongsun Yuan looked up and said to Yefei, "Come, see what's wrong with Mr. Jia."

He also wrote out the prescription.

Yefei smiled faintly, took the elderly man's wrist, and let go in less than ten seconds.

"Abdominal distension, restlessness, inability to lie down, tongue stiffness, heavy body, yellow complexion, headache, right flank pain, dry and cracked lips, alternating chills and fever."

"He has damp-heat in his spleen."

"The prescription you wrote is just Qingpi Decoction."

"It includes Poria, Citrus Peel, Amomum, Cinnamon Bark, Angelica, Licorice, and Pinellia..."

Yefei recited Gongsun Yuan's diagnosis and even the dosages of the herbs.

Song Hongyan and a few patients looked at the prescription and found that Yefei's description was spot-on.

Seeing Gongsun Yuan and Song Hongyan's shocked expressions, the other patients knew that Yefei was right again.

"This young man is indeed impressive. He can see through Dr. Gongsun's diagnosis."

"Yes, he even knows the medication. Truly, the student surpasses the teacher."

"And he only took a few seconds to take the pulse. That's amazing..."

Hearing the patients' comments, Gongsun Yuan didn't get angry but instead showed a hint of admiration: "Young man, I have to admit, you are indeed remarkable."

Yefei smiled calmly: "Your prescription is correct, but it won't cure the elderly man's condition."

Gongsun Yuan was taken aback and then snorted: "Then what prescription would you use?"

He admitted Yefei was remarkable, but that didn't mean he could be questioned. His reputation might not match Sun Shengshou, but he was one of the top traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Zhonghai.

Yefei smiled gently: "Your prescription can treat the damp-heat in the elderly man's spleen, but you overlooked his constipation."

"If the residue from the medicine can't be excreted, it will accumulate in the abdomen, treating the symptoms but not the root cause."

"So you should add one more herb."

Yefei picked up a pen and wrote two characters: "Rhubarb!"

To relieve constipation.

Gongsun Yuan's body trembled, and he sighed: "I'm impressed..."

"Doctor, can you treat my cervical spine problem?"

Before Gongsun Yuan could respond, a chubby middle-aged man approached: "I've been suffering from it for years and have to come almost every week."

"Simple."

Yefei walked behind the middle-aged man and used the 'Tai Chi Hand' technique to massage his cervical spine.

There was a series of cracking sounds, and the man cried out in pain, but after three minutes, he was overjoyed.

He felt a warm current in his previously painful neck.

When Yefei stopped, he shouted: "So comfortable, so comfortable. I haven't felt this free in years."

"It's only half cured. Your cervical spine has been damaged for years, so you need to take some medicine."

Yefei quickly wrote a prescription for the man: "You'll be completely fine in a month."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Thank you, little doctor, thank you, little doctor..."

"Little doctor, can you treat my earache?"

"My stomach cramps every few days, can you check me?"

"Doctor, I've been bleeding from my nose and can't stop it, can you check me..."

The dozen or so patients swarmed around Yefei, pulling him to their sides.

Gongsun Yuan was temporarily left out.

"You have phlegm and fire blocking your throat, causing soreness. One dose of Lige Decoction will solve it."

"You have a cough and shortness of breath, which is due to excessive lung heat. Three doses of Xiebai Powder will do."

"You have a headache and fever. I'll give you three acupuncture points and a dose of Huanglong Decoction to cure it..."

Yefei diagnosed the dozen or so patients very quickly.

Each patient was accurately diagnosed, and Yefei treated them with acupuncture, massage, or medication, leaving them all satisfied.

Word spread quickly, and soon the clinic had dozens more patients.

Yefei handled them with ease.

During this time, Gongsun Yuan watched and listened, his expression becoming increasingly solemn and shocked.

These were all old neighbors, and their conditions were well-known, so Yefei's calm and accurate diagnosis left Gongsun Yuan genuinely amazed.

When Yefei cured several chronic conditions and used similar prescriptions to treat patients, Gongsun Yuan was completely in awe.

This bustling scene reminded him of his childhood, a memory that had lingered in his dreams for years. Seeing it come to life today, Gongsun Yuan was so moved that he almost cried.

He trembled, his goatee quivering, and took on the role of Yefei's assistant, reopening the pharmacy to prepare and cook the medicine, and serving tea and water...

"Sir, please accept my respect."

After all the patients were treated, Gongsun Yuan stood up, walked to Yefei, and bowed deeply: "Your talent far surpasses mine. It is a blessing for the people that you open a clinic."

The greatest regret of his life was his youthful arrogance, which prevented him from learning medicine properly from his grandfather and father, leading to his lack of mastery in medical skills.

Facing patients he couldn't help and his granddaughter, he felt immense guilt. Now, seeing a doctor like Yefei, he was genuinely convinced.

"You can have the house for 150 million."

140 million for medicine, 10 million for living expenses.

Song Hongyan was overjoyed, never expecting to save 850 million so quickly.

Yefei supported Gongsun Yuan and said: "I don't want to pay a single cent."

The entire room fell silent.

Yefei then smiled: "I want to see Gongsun Qian..."