Ding Ye's home is located in a military compound, an independent courtyard, simple and generous, with a heavy atmosphere of history. It is estimated to be at least a hundred years old. For people who can live in this kind of house in Beijing, the house itself is a heavy "business card".
After following Jiang Hao into Ding Ye's home, Ning Tao discovered that he was not the only doctor hired by the Ding family, there were other doctors. Those doctors have arranged special seats, and there are name tags on the tables in front of them. The names on those famous brands are all very "weighty". Some are well-known and respected old Chinese medicine practitioners in the field of Chinese medicine, and some are famous doctors in large hospitals. He often saw these people publishing professional articles in medical journals, so he felt "familiar" to them.
In addition, there is actually a Taoist priest named "Qingshui".
Qingshui should be the Taoist priest's Taoist name, not his name.
Ning Tao was a little surprised by this sudden situation, but he could understand it. Mr. Ding holds a high position and has many disciples and disciples throughout the military and political circles. He is sick. Will there be fewer people in the Ding family to recommend doctors to him? He himself was actually recommended by Jiang Hao to treat Ding Ye in order to repay his kindness, otherwise he would not be here. But unlike those people, he does not have a special seat as a doctor, nor does he have a nameplate to introduce him. After arriving in the living room, he didn't even know where to sit.
Jiang Hao also seemed to feel a little embarrassed. She pulled Ning Tao to an inconspicuous corner and deliberately found a topic, "There are actually Taoist priests. Isn't this a case of urgent medical treatment?"
Ning Tao whispered: "Don't say that. Taoism also has medical skills. Taoism is the national religion of our Chinese nation. There are also alchemy, magic, immortality and other things, which are very powerful."
Jiang Hao looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes, "You are a medical student from a medical university, and you still believe this?"
Ning Tao smiled, "I believe it, why not?"
He himself is a cultivator, and he also cured a new demon. How could he not believe in Taoism? But he didn't know whether the old Taoist priest, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair in the living room with his thin face and his eyes closed, knew medical skills, alchemy, magic, or other such things, he didn't know.
Just as Ning Tao was sizing up the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Ning Tao. His eyes are very special, giving people a sense of perspective, as if they can penetrate people's souls.
Ning Tao couldn't help but feel something in his heart, "The old Taoist priest's eyes are so strange. Did he discover something?"
Just when Ning Tao was thinking this, the old Taoist priest closed his eyes again, and the flash of light just now seemed like an illusion.
At this time, three people walked out of the corridor on one side of the living room. Walking in the middle was a young man in his early thirties, with a Chinese character face, a strong and tall figure, and his whole person gave people a "hard" feeling. You can tell at a glance He turned out to be a soldier.
This young man is Ding Congjun.
Entering the living room with Ding Congjun were a white doctor and a young man with a bun and a linen Tang suit. The young man was also in his early thirties. He wore black-rimmed glasses, had fair skin, was elegant and handsome, and gave the impression that he was a very high-level person.
The white doctor said something to the man in Tang suit as he walked, and then the man in Tang suit translated the white doctor's words to Ding Congjun.
Ding Congjun stopped in the middle of the living room with a solemn expression. He did not see Jiang Hao and Ning Tao standing in an inconspicuous corner.
The people waiting in the living room got up and walked towards Ding Congjun, as if waiting for him to make a decision. Jiang Hao said: "Let's go over and listen."
Ning Tao nodded and walked over with Jiang Hao.
At this time, the man in Tang suit said again, "Dr. Sean said that the old man's disease cannot be cured in China unless he is sent to Wellington Hospital. Brother Congjun can make up his own mind on what to do."
Ding Congjun frowned, "Brother Huaying, you don't know the old man's temper. He fought with the so-called United Nations forces on the peninsula battlefield. He has no good impression of the West. If he knew that I sent him to the UK If I go to get treatment, he will scold me to death."
Outside the crowd, Jiang Hao leaned into Ning Tao's ear and whispered: "The man in Tang suit is called Fan Huaying. He is a man with extraordinary abilities."
Ning Tao just nodded, showing little interest.
Fan Huaying said again, "Brother from the army, Wellington Hospital is currently the best private hospital in the world. Dr. Sean is the best general brain surgeon at Wellington Hospital. The advice he gives is correct. You should consider it carefully." Just give it a try.”
Ding Congjun's face was full of hesitation.
"That British doctor is too ungrateful, isn't he?" An old Chinese doctor named Yan Song said loudly: "He suggested that Mr. Ding go to England for treatment. I don't want to say anything, but he said that our country cannot cure the old man's disease. This I disagree. Our Chinese medical skills have thousands of years of history. When did it become Western doctors’ turn to make irresponsible remarks?”
"Old Yan, I invited Dr. Sean. He is a straight person. If there is any offense, I will apologize on his behalf. If you have any opinions, we can chat privately later. What do you think?" Fan Huaying said.
Yan Song then clasped his fists and said politely: "Mr. Fan is too polite. I didn't think carefully about what I said and made Mr. Fan laugh."
Ning Tao was curious. He had read the introduction of Yan Song in a medical magazine. He was known as the "Master of the World" and was very impressive. However, he did not expect to be so polite to Fan Huaying, as if he was afraid of offending him. He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person was this Fan Huaying
Ding Congjun turned his eyes and looked at Yan Song, "Old Yan, you have also seen my father. I want to hear your opinion."
Yan Song was silent for a moment before saying: "I am the first person to treat Mr. Ding, but... Please forgive Yan's incompetence. I cannot diagnose the cause of Mr. Ding's illness. I have never seen such a disease in my life."
Ding Congjun's eyes swept across the faces of the doctors, "You have all seen my father's condition. Can anyone give a correct diagnosis? Or give some advice."
No one made a sound, and the living room was quiet.
Only then did Ning Tao realize that these doctors had already treated Ding Ye. It is honorable to say that he is the late one, and it is dishonorable to say that he is the ignored one. Ding Congjun might just be because Jiang Hao kindly promised him to come to see Ding Ye, but he forgot about him as soon as he turned around.
Fan Huaying said: "Taoist Master Qingshui, why don't you give it a try."
The Taoist priest who was still sitting in the Taishi chair with his eyes closed and resting his mind opened his eyes. He glanced at Fan Huaying, nodded, then got up and walked towards the corridor. During the whole process, he didn't say a word. That look and attitude made it look like everyone owed him money.
As soon as Ning Tao's thoughts moved, his eyes and nose instantly entered the state of seeing and hearing. In his sight, a ball of colorful Qi emerged from the body of Taoist Qingshui, and there was also a little bit of white Qi, swimming in his innate Qi field like a spiritual snake, full of spirituality.
With just one glance, Ning Tao got the answer he wanted. He secretly said in his heart: "This Taoist Priest Qingshui is really unusual. He has spiritual energy emitting from his body. However, his spiritual energy is mixed and not pure. He cannot be regarded as a spiritual leader." A true cultivator.”
Taoist Master Qingshui, who had just entered the entrance of the corridor, suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of Ning Tao. His eyes were sharp, giving people the feeling of a hawk watching a wolf.
Ning Tao smiled slightly from Taoist Master Qingshui, and at the same time stopped the state of seeing and hearing with his eyes and nose.
At this moment, a trace of confusion flashed in Taoist Master Qingshui's eyes, as if he had uncertain doubts about a certain judgment. But for just a second or two, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor.
Jiang Hao touched Ning Tao's arm and said, "Follow me."
Ning Tao nodded and followed Jiang Hao towards Ding Congjun. Even if you are a neglected quack doctor, you can't go home just because you are ignored, right
"Brother Congjun, I'm bringing Dr. Ning." Jiang Hao introduced Ning Tao to Ding Congjun several steps away.
Ding Congjun's eyes moved to Jiang Hao, and then moved from Jiang Hao to Ning Tao. Seeing Ning Tao's overly casual clothes, the shabby little medicine box in his hand, and his age of over 20, he couldn't help but frown.
Ning Tao saw it, but there was no reaction on his face. With his "outfit" and being so young, it is normal for someone like Ding Congjun to be a little skeptical when meeting him for the first time.
Fan Huaying's eyes also fell on Ning Tao. Different from Ding Congjun's reaction, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Hao walked up to Ding Congjun with a smile on his face, "Brother Congjun, this is Dr. Ning I told you about. He can cure Uncle Ding's disease."
"Cure?" Ding Congjun looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes, "He is so young... can he do it?"
Jiang Hao said: "Brother Congjun, you don't know how miraculous Dr. Ning's medical skills are. My father suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. The hospital couldn't cure him, but he was able to cure my father with just a few silver needles, and..."
"Little girl, are you kidding?" Yan Song interrupted Jiang Hao with a questioning look on his face, "He was paralyzed by a stroke, and he just used a few silver needles to fix it?"
Jiang Hao said: "Not only my father, Dr. Ning also cured a mental patient who Chen Guojun was helpless to do anything about."
"What?" Yan Song's reaction was like someone stepped on him, "Chen Guojun is helpless to treat patients, but he can also cure them?"
Jiang Hao held out three fingers and said with pride in his tone, "And it took three hours to cure it."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the living room.
"No way, is this young man really that powerful?"
"We in the Chinese medical community say it's not big or small. When did such a young miracle doctor appear? How come I don't even have any news about him?"
"I think you are bragging. How can you have such miraculous medical skills?"
They say everything, but no one believes it.
Yan Song looked at Ning Tao and said in the tone of an elder: "Young people should be down-to-earth. Which school did you go to? Or, who is your master?"