The reception hall of the Haode Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine clinic is about 40 to 50 square meters.

Two rows of wooden benches are placed in rectangular shapes against both sides of the wall. Two steel wire ropes are stretched along both sides of the wall. Hooks are hung on top to hook and hang hanging bottles.

A dilapidated LCD TV hung above the hospital.

Seven or eight pots of green plants are placed in the corners of the room.

The air conditioner was not turned on. But the temperature in the house proved that it must have been turned on not long ago.

The hanging fans on the wall creaked and shaking the leaves.

The door opened and brought in a hot air.

The child was still staring at the TV screen and laughing. The child's mother frowned.

Han Xiangyang woke up and hurriedly closed the glass door, fearing that the remaining air conditioner in the room would run away.

The middle-aged doctor raised his head from the tablet and looked at Han Xiangyang up and down, "Look at you, you've never been here before?"

Han Xiangyang walked towards the desk, looked at the pulse diagnosis bag and stethoscope on the desk, and sat down with an old abacus. He smiled and said, "The first time I'm here. Are you a doctor?"

"I won't say the word "welcome". I, Xinchen, have opened a clinic in the chemical industry for more than 20 years..." Dr. Chen sat down and twisted his neck again, "What's your problem?"

Han Xiangyang launched "holographic diagnosis and treatment image": Peng Bo, male! 38 years old! A private outpatient doctor in Chinese and Western medicine clinic, assistant doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Expertise: family-born acupuncture, good at treating pain diseases. Diagnosis and treatment level 3, cured patients 21,267, medical reputation 43% (primary, only local to Hanyang), influence 24% (primary, local to Hanyang), potential value 2 (predicted final diagnosis and treatment level is level 5).

Han Xiangyang was surprised after checking the information.

This inconspicuous private outpatient doctor, regardless of the level of diagnosis and treatment or cure patients, is no less than Xiao Jingqiu, director of the gynecology department of Handanyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and is twice as good as Xiao Jingqiu in terms of medical reputation and influence. Moreover, his potential value is greater than that of Xiao Jingqiu.

The chief physician of an orthodox formal hospital and an assistant physician of a remote private clinic. Their comprehensive strength evaluation is so different.

Also, he spent another 100 points to inspect Dr. Chen Feng's physical condition.

After two checks on the doctor and the patient, his points were immediately reduced by 200, and the number displayed in the points column was 800.

It is simply shocking. Chen Feng's specialty is to treat pain-related diseases. The most representative ones are cervical spondylosis, lumbar pain, joint pain, and paralysis diseases, such as hemiplegia, facial paralysis, paraplegia, etc.

But Chen Feng was suffering from moderate mixed cervical spondylosis. The system prompts that delaying for a few more years may lead to severe disease. Severe patients are very likely to cause paralysis.

But it’s normal to think about it. No matter how powerful acupuncture Chen Feng is, he cannot acupuncture himself.

However, as an acupuncture doctor, it is rare for me to have such a serious cervical spondylosis.

"What's your problem?" Chen Feng looked at Han Xiangyang, who was stunned.

"I'm fine, but Dr. Chen, your cervical spondylosis is very serious."

"Ha! Haha!" Chen Feng's figure is medium-sized, neither fat nor thin, with white skin, black and thick hair. It should be said that his facial features are upright. If it weren't for the small pair of eyes, he could have reached the eye-pleasing level.

Haha, Chen Feng was not angry, put down his stethoscope, leaned back, and said lightly: "Everyone around him knows that I have cervical spondylosis."

"You are an acupuncture doctor. Even if you can't treat yourself, you should have a colleague you know and treat it. It should not be delayed to such a serious point." Han Xiangyang said calmly.

It was probably judged that Han Xiangyang had no malice. Chen Feng smiled and said: "Of course there have been treatments, but cervical spondylosis can only treat symptoms, not root causes, and you still need to insist on exercise. I am lazy and don't like exercise, so I didn't withdraw it!"

"Can I get started and touch it a few times?"

"Hi! Could this medical development reach the point where I am ignorant? We see this cervical spondylosis by X-ray, CT, and MRI. You are so clever, you can diagnose it with a few touches?" Chen Feng's mouth was filled with a few traces of mocking, and he laughed and said, "Anyway, I'm bored, so you'll be diagnosed."

Han Xiangyang smiled, groped his cervical spine and back with his palms and fingers, and pinched his hands a few times, and said, "Forgive me, I'll judge that your cervical intervertebral disc and intervertebral joints have secondary changes, compressing and stimulating the adjacent spinal cord, nerve roots, vertebral arteries, sympathetic nerves and other related structures, causing your right arm to be numb and weak and inflexible. Is it difficult to tie the buckle with your right hand?"

"Hi! How many times will you do!" Chen Feng's tone was still mocking. They were all medical terms. As long as you know a little about the medicine, no one would fool you.

Han Xiangyang's speech is not shocking and never stops. "I can relieve your illness in one go through massage, and three courses of treatment can ensure that you will not get sick for five years."

"Hey! It's amazing! How much does it cost to massage once?" Chen Feng said contemptuously.

"No money! Free." Han Xiangyang smiled.

"Oh..." Chen Feng's eyes rolled, "Then you can go, please try pressing."

After saying that, Chen Feng lifted a curtain in the inner corner, went straight to the massage table, and his face was facing downward. "Please!"

Han Xiangyang performed eight half-lock massage techniques...

In an instant, Chen Feng kept humming.

A few minutes later, Chen Feng not only praised him, but also gave him a thumbs up, "Gao Ming! Comfortable! High... It's too high... It feels much more comfortable in the cervical spine and relaxed the waist..."

His humming and praise attracted the kids who were playing with their mobile phones in the clinic.

He asked curiously: "Doctor Chen, is it so comfortable?"

"Comfortable! Comfortable! This friend, this is my first time understanding your massage technique. It's awesome! It's so awesome..."

The woman said itchy: "Doctor Chen, I also have a lumbar pain..."

"If you want to press, you can come first and then fall down. Besides, people will be willing to press you..." Chen Feng's tone was unpleasant, and suddenly remembered the massage fee. He probably thought Han Xiangyang would give him more presses, and repeatedly said, "Thank you, my friend, I'll give you a massage fee after you finish, and there are definitely a lot of you..."

More than twenty minutes later, Chen Feng was drowsy on the massage table. It was not until Han Xiangyang slapped his back a few times and said, "Okay!" He opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and said reluctantly: "Is this over?"

"Then... sit up and put the hanging ribs for you."

Chen Feng said "ah" and Baba got up and sat down.

Han Xiangyang's palm touched Chen Feng, located in the lower section of rectus abdominal muscle on both sides of the navel, which is equivalent to between the outer stomach meridian of the foot Yangming and the Daju point. He stood on the horse stance stance, held the patient's waist and back with one hand, and clasped the four fingers of the other hand slightly, raised it upward with the index finger side, held the hanging tendon at the same time, twisted it hard and opened it.

"Puff puff puff!" Three strokes will be completed!

Chen Feng whispered for a long time! His forehead and neck were covered with fine sweat.

"It's good! It's comfortable all over!" Chen Feng, who got out of bed, twisted his waist, twisted his neck, shook his arms, rushed to the hospital table with a happy expression, opened the drawer, took out three or four red tickets, and forced it to Han Xiangyang.

Han Xiangyang declined, "I said it for free!"

"Thank you for a hard time to make money for midnight snacks." Chen Feng forced himself to do so, and Han Xiangyang refused to accept it.

The two pushed each other and sent them.

A timid voice sounded next to him, "Master, Doctor Chen, is it my turn? I have a pain in my waist..."

"Wait!" Chen Feng glanced at the woman, took the money helplessly, and looked at Han Xiangyang, "Your friend, Chen Feng, have made a deal!... May I ask, will you come tomorrow?"

"Come on!" Han Xiangyang said affirmatively. His thirty compulsory tasks have to be solved by this clinic!

The system "dinks" sound: The host completes a treatment task, spends 200 points and rewards 200 points. There are 29 tasks left to be completed. Please work hard!

Han Xiangyang has now developed some phobia. He looked at the points column as soon as possible, and the points remained unchanged, but still had 1,000 points. He used 200 points to treat Chen Feng, and the reward was 200, which was equivalent to a draw.

He ignored that there was a 0.001% increase in the red banner of personal medical reputation.

"Master! Can you press me? My back hurts all the time!" The child's mother begged pitifully.

Of course, I think it's too little. Han Xiangyang signaled the woman to go to the massage table while thinking that the reward of 200 points will be given for this completion, but he used holographic diagnosis and treatment images to view the patient's information and consumed 100 points, and only earned 100 points inside and outside.

So can he earn 100 more points without passing the system inspection?

It should be possible, as long as the woman's problem is not serious.

He liked himself with a smart idea.

He went to the bathroom to clean his hands, came to the massage bed, and asked, "When did your waist start to feel pain? The degree of pain? The specific part..."

"My back pain has been in almost two years. I have been looking for a blind masseur, but the effect is not great..."

Chen Feng, who was standing beside him, said, "Her back pain is played by mahjong. If anyone sitting on the mahjong table every day, there is no one who doesn't have back pain..."

There is no big problem, I will earn 200 points.
Chapter completed!