"Come on, take a look, take a look! The secret recipe passed down from ancestors is specialized in treating all kinds of strange poisons and diseases. If you don't work, don't have any money."

Ye Chengfeng leaned on the steps at the entrance of the First Hospital in Shanghai, shouting in a row.

In his hand, there was a cigarette in his hand, which looked careless and lazy.

However, facing the situation where registration cannot be obtained, many people who came to Shanghai First Hospital for treatment were still surrounded by Ye Chengfeng and wanted to give it a try.

"Hey, I said monk, do you have the ability to cure diseases?"

A middle-aged man with a thick gold necklace on his neck squatted in front of Ye Chengfeng and asked, "Don't you know how to do it, is it that liar, right?"

"Please call me Master."

Ye Chengfeng said the Buddha's name seriously and looked mysterious and said, "Mencius does not lie, and it will cost money if they cannot be cured."

"Sure, then show me what kind of disease you have."

The man with gold necklace simply sat on the steps next to Ye Chengfeng and stretched out his palm slightly: "From last night to now, I have been feeling pain in my heart. Sometimes it hurts when I breathe, which is really uncomfortable."

"Just put a needle on it."

Ye Chengfeng did not take his pulse, but his spiritual sense swept around his heart, then took out the acupuncture tool and gently pinched a delicate silver needle.

"This... you didn't even take my pulse, but you knew what disease I had?"

The man with gold necklace obviously disbelief and subconsciously retracted his hand.

If there is poison on the needle, he will be in great trouble.

"The hospital gate is behind me, thank you, next one."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Ye Chengfeng took back the silver needle.

In this world, he only saved two types of people.

One is someone who fully trusts him and sincerely invites him to see a doctor.

The other one is what he wants to save, regardless of whether he trusts or not.

Dongfangwu belongs to the second type, so he is waiting for the people from the Dongfang family here.

But this golden necklace man does not belong to any kind.

Since it is not what he wants to save and doesn't trust him, why bother to save him?

"No, Master, I was just a little scared just now."

The man in the gold necklace hurriedly apologized: "Actually, I am quite looking forward to it. If the master can really cure my disease with one injection, let alone the diagnosis fee, I am willing to even ten times the price."

"Then make an exception!"

Ye Chengfeng is really bored at this moment. If he doesn’t find something to do, he will be idle to grow grass.

And most importantly, the current group of patients at the entrance of the hospital clearly thinks he is a liar. If he doesn’t show some real skills, how can others believe him?

So after thinking about it, Ye Chengfeng had to let the man in the gold necklace lift up his clothes. Then the silver needle shook and pierced the lower part of the left rib of the man in the gold necklace. Then, after turning it gently for a few minutes, he pulled out the silver needle.

"That's fine?"

The man with gold necklace almost spurted out blood, subconsciously thinking that he had encountered a liar.

But soon, he stroked the position of his heart in shock, took several breaths, and finally shouted loudly: "My grass is so amazing, it works in a needle! His heart doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Please call me Master."

Ye Chengfeng’s Buddha’s name is Yixuan: “Two hundred dollars for diagnosis, thank you.”

"The master is really a miracle doctor."

The man with gold necklace was obviously not short of money, and he took out a total of twenty pieces of money from his wallet very readily: "I keep my word and I will pay ten times the medical expenses! The excess is considered to be a filial piety master, I am very grateful."

"Next."

Ye Chengfeng was not polite and directly accepted the two thousand dollars, causing an uproar in the crowd around him.

"Can the masters tie the bones?"

The young man, who was so careless, pointed to his weak right arm: "I was beaten shortly after."

"Click!"

Ye Chengfeng didn't even show his hand, and he kicked his instep directly. When the people around him heard a "click" sound, the young man screamed in pain.

But the next moment, the young man found that his arms could move.

"Master!"

The young man asked with satisfaction: "You are really a capable master. How much does it cost?"

"one hundred."

"Haha, I'm not as rich as the elder brother just now, only 100 yuan. Master, don't dislike me."

The young man took out a hundred yuan with a little embarrassed look.

"Next."

Ye Chengfeng took the money without hesitation.

"Master, can you help me see? I can't wait."

A middle-aged man dressed in plain clothes but full of stubbornness asked at this moment with a pale face.

“Where is uncomfortable?”

"On the back."

With the support of a middle-aged woman, the stubborn man slowly turned around and lifted up his shirt.

I only saw that the spine bone behind him was violently bent, and the lower half was already swollen, causing palpitations among the people around him. I thought that the situation of this scum man seemed to be particularly serious.

"Sit and don't move."

Ye Chengfeng frowned slightly, and gently stroked his palm along the curved spine bones. Then he squeezed it hard, and the scum man screamed on the spot.

However, the crowd around clearly saw that the curved spine bones were straightened.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Ye Chengfeng's palm pressing gently in the bruised and swollen position, and the bruised and swollen didn't disappear for long.

"Okay, one hundred yuan."

When Ye Chengfeng saw that the two of them were dressed as poor, he said symbolically.

"How does it feel?"

The middle-aged woman asked the stubborn man.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The stubborn man felt it for a while and said.

Then he shouted excitedly with the middle-aged woman, and the miraculous doctor kept shouting.

When he heard that Ye Chengfeng only received 100 yuan in medical treatment, the scum man was so excited that he knelt down in front of Ye Chengfeng: "Thank you for your life-saving kindness."

"Get up, next one."

Ye Chengfeng waved his hand, but it made the crowd suddenly boil.

"I!"

"Master, show it to me!"

"Miscellaneous Doctor, I'm sick!"

If the situation of the man and the young man in the gold necklace before could be disguised.

So the stubborn man just now couldn't disguise him no matter how he disguised him.

Therefore, the crowd who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes naturally realized Ye Chengfeng's power, so they suddenly became crazy, and surrounded Ye Chengfeng three layers inside and three layers outside.

Moreover, many people can also see that if the stubborn man is really treated in the first hospital, he will not be able to achieve it without one or two months of cultivation and tens of thousands of yuan in medical expenses.

Therefore, this master with superb medical skills and kind hearts naturally won the trust of the crowd, and there were endless people who saw the doctor.

Moreover, Ye Chengfeng's treatment speed was terrifyingly fast. He collected a lot of 100-yuan bills in less than a long time. At a rough look, at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan was simply shocking.

However, just when the scene was so hot that no one was entering the hospital, a policeman in uniform suddenly appeared.

"Who asked you to treat people here? Do you understand illegal practice?"

As he said that, he collected the medical treatment fee from Ye Chengfeng: "Come with me to the Public Security Bureau."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd of patients around him almost scattered.

Only Ye Chengfeng was still sitting on the steps, still standing still.

"Are you here to catch me or come to grab my money?"
Chapter completed!