The diners were vaguely thinking, and most of them did not react much, only a few of them turned their heads and looked back.

After hearing the sound, the two apprentices in the clinic looked at it, but gasped and whispered: "It's Dr. Ye!"

"Yes, I heard that Dr. Ye and the Zhang family are in good condition, so I often go to the Zhang family to ask their old wife and some young masters for the Anhui meridian."

Dr. Ye is not an ordinary folk doctor. Even His Majesty asked Dr. Ye to treat him too much disease. Although this disease is difficult to treat, the officials and ancestors had the root cause of the disease. It is really difficult to eradicate it. However, Dr. Ye's several prescriptions are still highly respected in the Imperial Hospital.

Whenever the official family gets sick, it depends on Dr. Ye’s prescriptions to be effective, so he suffers a lot of injuries.

Because Dr. Ye doesn't like being restrained and loves to travel around, he often leaves Beijing to go to other places to treat the people freely. His Majesty did not bring people into the palace to be an imperial doctor. But when it comes to medical skills, no one in the capital knows that Dr. Ye is better than most imperial doctors.

"Doctor Ye is here?"

"That's good, that's good."

The diners quickly made way and greeted Dr. Ye. In addition to being first-class in medical skills, Dr. Ye is also well-known for his temper. Other doctors are always a bit quirk. For example, Dr. Liao from Jimintang has also not bad medical skills, but he is picky about patients and does not show them to those who have no money at all.

There is also Dr. Zhao, the doctor in Huirentang. He doesn’t choose the poor or the rich, and he will show you anyone. The medical fee is not expensive, but it’s more expensive for the poor, but there is nothing he can do. When it comes to saving his life, he can find a reliable doctor to cure himself. It is better than losing money than losing money.

Dr. Ye is different from all the doctors. His attitude is no different from those doctors who walk around the streets. When he meets poor patients, the medicine he prescribes is cheap and easy to get. Maybe he can find all the medicines from any mountain. Even if it doesn’t work, he can use cheap medicines and absolutely no expensive medicines.

The people in the capital, regardless of whether they have ever looked for Dr. Ye, they still have never looked for him. They respect him very much.

Doctor Ye hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, sweating profusely, panting, and squatted down to see Zhang Qiaoan, stunned, shook his sleeves and stood up again, turned to sit on the stone pier beside him, wiped his face, and turned to say, "Come on, come on, I'm so thirsty, give me a cup of tea."

Everyone was startled.

Constable Zhang's legs and feet were about to become weak again: "Doctor Ye, what's wrong? Could it be... Mr. Zhang wants it, please..."

"What's wrong? I want to ask what's wrong? I just left two patients and was dragged here. There were many people in front of me and the carriage couldn't come. I ran all the way, and I was sweating all over the body. What should I do if my arms and legs broke? My two patients were still waiting for me to treat. One had a bad brain and the other had a bad stomach. They were all very dangerous and they had to be treated immediately."

Qiu Li: "...I heard that Dr. Ye is quite kind, but I didn't expect to be so kind."

Gu Xiang couldn't help laughing. After she arrived in the capital, although she was busy, she could not help but make friends with like-minded people, chatting, talking about gossip, and occasionally talking about this miracle doctor Ye. Everyone thinks that he is a bodhisattva-minded and respected old miracle doctor.

Today, this genius doctor Ye rolled his eyes and hugged his shoulders, and he didn't breathe. It was no different from a street gangster. It was really interesting.

Constable Zhang and the diners did not feel interesting at all, and they were confused in their hearts and their faces were not good-looking.

"Doctor Ye, what do you mean? What does it mean?"

Constable Zhang asked with a frown.

Doctor Ye rolled his eyes, took two sips of tea, then slowly walked over and sat next to Zhang Qiaoan to take his pulse.

"That guy just now, Zhang was almost out of breath. I would kick my legs one step late and go straight into the underworld. Now you see, your breath is long and stable, your face is rosy and healthy. Look at his lips, your hands, and your nails, where do you look terminally ill?"

"Why can't I be a primary school apprentice who just started my education? I have practiced medicine for 35 years. I haven't seen any patients. I have saved at least dozens of patients who are dying a year. Can't I tell if I'm sick or not?"

The diners looked at each other in shock.

They just saw Zhang Qiaoan getting sick with her own eyes. She looked like that, her face was distorted, her whole body was twitching, her veins were exposed, her face turned black, and her lips were also black. She looked like she was terminally ill and no one would doubt it.

Constable Zhang then turned his gaze to Mr. Zhang's face and couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, Mr. Zhang's face was shining. Although he closed his eyes, his expression was peaceful. As expected, his breath was long and he had no ill appearance. He was completely different from the previous one.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself: "I didn't dream!"

While speaking, Doctor Ye still put his finger on Zhang Qiaoan's wrist. When he touched the pulse, his voice gradually became smaller and his expression became more serious.

"strangeness!"

"how?"

As soon as Doctor Ye spoke, several diners next to him with surprise looked nervous and asked hurriedly.

They are all regular guests of "Gu Ji" and come to eat every day. If there is really a problem with "Gu Ji"'s food and someone poisons it in the wine, they will be quite uneasy.

Everyone stared at Doctor Ye with burning eyes, but Doctor Ye ignored it. He shook his head and took the pulse, and carefully touched the pulse on Zhang Qiaoan's left and right wrists: "This is not right!"

"What's wrong!"

Everyone immediately held their breath.

"I only treated Zhang Xiaozi last month. He sat down a few years ago, and his stomach and intestines have been very bad and very fragile. I didn't even dare to take the medicine. I just took advantage of his youth and treated it carefully. His sleep is also a problem, and it is all a stubborn disease!"

Doctor Ye was surprised, "It's only been a month, why have they all been cured? Why have they all been cured? Which doctor did you ask to see you?"

As he said that, Doctor Ye pulled Zhang Qiaoan's eyelids and looked at his tongue again. He woke up by his forced slap, looking at Doctor Ye who was leaning against his nose with a blank expression on his face.

"It's impossible, there's no illness at all. How can it be cured so quickly?"

Everyone: "..."

Constable Zhang suddenly felt relieved.

Several diners were stunned and suddenly turned their heads to look at Gu Xiang, their eyes shining. Gu Xiang quickly waved his hand: "I'm not a doctor. Mr. Zhang is lucky and has a good fortune. He is lucky enough to be a blessing in disguise, but it has nothing to do with me."

Gu Xiang smiled and explained again in a good voice what happened to his snake blood wine.
Chapter completed!