flstandardbreds Chapter 155 Medical Skill Battle
Chapter 155 Medical Skill Battle
Chapter 155 Medical Skill Battle
"What nonsense!"
Jiang Lingfu threw the contract aside: "Contracts can be faked, but medical skills cannot be faked. Let's have a contest of medical skills. If you beat me, I'll believe you!"
Jiang Lingfu sensed the hidden meaning in Lin Fan's words and mocked himself for being idiotic.
He was instantly enraged and decided to use his medical skills to tear off the mask of hypocrisy from the man in front of him who called himself Lin Fan.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly. He had been forced to take over the clinic, and now he had to prove himself. He would rather spend that time reading in a coffee shop.
“No fighting, it’s too much trouble!” Lin Fan said, then took out his ID card and placed it in front of Jiang Lingfu.
Jiang Lingfu glanced at him and said disdainfully, "No wonder he came to the clinic to swindle people; it turns out he has the same name as someone else."
Damn it!
Lin Fan was a little angry. How could this brat be so arrogant?
"I'll call your grandfather and have him talk to you." Lin Fan took out his phone and dialed Jiang Beifeng's number.
"Still being stubborn." Jiang Lingfu snorted coldly, waving his hand to signal the apprentices behind him to block the door to prevent this person from escaping.
An awkward scene unfolded: Jiang Beifeng didn't answer the phone even as it rang until the very last moment.
Lin Fan dialed again, but it was the same.
"Damn, I couldn't get through."
Lin Fan rubbed his face helplessly: "Alright, I'll come back after I've explained things to Elder Jiang."
"Pretending like this, how are you going to explain this clearly, you liar? It seems you're probably not coming back alive."
Jiang Lingfu waved his hand at his apprentice: "Call the police! Arrest this swindler!"
Lin Fan was furious and really wanted to beat the brat up, but when he remembered that the kid was Jiang Beifeng's grandson, he had no choice but to give up.
"Fine, fine, I'll challenge you to a medical contest." Lin Fan had no choice but to choose the most troublesome method.
Jiang Lingfu sneered, "Still pretending! Fine, today I'll let you die knowing why!"
"Hurry up, how are we going to fight?" Lin Fan asked helplessly.
"We'll compete on the speed of diagnosis. Whoever can diagnose five patients in the shortest amount of time wins!"
Jiang Lingfu added, "If I win, you'll kneel down and kowtow three times, and you'll immediately turn yourself in to the police!"
Lin Fan's eyes hardened: "What if you lose?"
“Loss? There’s no way I could lose. You’ve fooled yourself so much that you’ve even started to believe it yourself?” Jiang Lingfu laughed.
"Fine, I won't argue with you. After all, I'm your grandmaster."
Lin Fan glanced around again: "This clinic doesn't even have 10 patients. How can we have a competition like this?"
Jiang Lingfu lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "Then there's no set number; one is one!"
Half an hour later, at noon.
That's when people came to Jishetang for treatment, and then another one came right after.
“Two patients, one for you and one for me,” Jiang Lingfu said.
Lin Fan moved a stool and sat down behind the wooden table. A young woman sat opposite him.
Looking through the eyes of heaven, it was clear that this woman had been living there for a long time.
However, fearing he might frighten his grand-disciple, Lin Fan pretended to take the woman's pulse.
“You’ve had this problem for a long time. Here’s a prescription for you: 1 ounce of Angelica dahurica, 1 ounce of cuttlebone, 1 ounce of Atractylodes macrocephala, 1 ounce of Coix lacryma-jobi, 1 ounce of Poria cocos, and 1 ounce of Euryale ferox. Grind them into powder and take it with water for half a month,” Lin Fan said.
From taking the pulse to writing the prescription, Lin Fan took less than a minute.
Even so, he deliberately slowed down. If he hadn't been competing with his grand-disciple, he could have answered it off at a glance.
"Nonsense! Is that all you know how to say in order to muddy the waters?"
Jiang Lingfu laughed again, "I expected you to do this. I will diagnose it again!"
"Please have Dr. Jiang examine the patient again, or ask directly if the amount of vaginal discharge has increased significantly, or if the color, consistency, or odor is abnormal," Lin Fan said with a smile.
As Lin Fan explained his condition, a blush appeared on the young woman's face.
Jiang Lingfu, still somewhat skeptical, examined the young woman again, taking her pulse for over ten minutes.
The conclusion reached was consistent with Lin Fan's.
"What a coincidence, you guessed right this time," Jiang Lingfu said with a smile.
"Okay, I guess I got it right this time."
Lin Fan smiled as he reached out to take the pulse of the middle-aged man opposite Jiang Lingfu.
"1 mace of peppermint, 8 fen of catechu, 2 fen of pearl, 1 mace of cinnabar, 2 fen of licorice, 1 fen of bezoar, 1 fen of borneol, and 1 mace of white cinnabar, also ground and taken with water."
After explaining the prescription, Lin Fan added, "You have sores and boils in your throat. Remember to smoke less. Two packs a day? You're risking your life."
"While there's still hope, it's best to quit."
The patient chuckled and said, "You're amazing! You even figured out how many packs of cigarettes I smoke."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "You're too kind. Go get your medicine. Remember to eat less chili peppers, and it's best not to put ginger in your dishes. Drink more honeysuckle and chrysanthemum tea."
"Thank you!" The uncle smiled and went to get the medicine.
Jiang Lingfu felt aggrieved watching Lin Fan speak so eloquently, and quickly stopped the patient:
"Wait, let me examine you again!"
The middle-aged man looked helpless: "Haven't I already been diagnosed? The miracle doctor said exactly what I have, and he was absolutely right. I have a sore throat."
"Let him diagnose again, otherwise the child won't accept it," Lin Fan said with a smile.
If it weren't for the medical duel with Jiang Lingfu, Lin Fan would have directly used acupuncture to cure the disease, without the patient having to suffer the pain of taking Chinese medicine.
Jiang Lingfu gritted his teeth, hoping that Lin Fan was wrong, but after a thorough diagnosis, he was absolutely right.
"Isn't that enough proof?" Lin Fan asked.
Jiang Lingfu's eyes darkened, his face full of dissatisfaction: "These two are your shills, aren't they?"
Jiang Lingfu also knew that the chances of this happening were very small, after all, he was the one who proposed the competition and set the rules.
The chances of Lin Fan anticipating everything and then finding someone to help him are extremely slim.
Is it so hard to admit defeat?
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly and said with a hint of disappointment, "Losing is not shameful, but it is shameful to be stubborn after losing. If you are not as good as others, you should reflect on yourself and work harder to become stronger, instead of looking for excuses."
"If you encounter difficulties, reflect on your own actions."
Seeing Lin Fan's actions, several apprentices stepped forward to stand up for Jiang Lingfu:
"A shill hiring others, yet he dares to speak so righteously! Shameless!"
"You'd better turn yourself in, or you'll force us to take action!"
They then looked at Jiang Lingfu, seeking his opinion: "Young Master Jiang, don't argue with him anymore, just call the police!"
Jiang Lingfu felt a lump in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"What is this—" the apprentice asked, puzzled.
Jiang Lingfu studied traditional Chinese medicine under Jiang Beifeng from a young age. Along the way, he was called a genius by others. He worked hard and did achieve some success. He was able to practice medicine in a clinic when he was in his twenties.
But everything went too smoothly, which led him to develop an arrogant attitude.
To put it bluntly, they haven't experienced the harsh realities of society.
Seeing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "Today's failure may not be a bad thing for you."
"Are you really my grandfather's teacher?"