The eyes of several hospital residents in the provincial hospital standing in the ward were red in envy, and even the attendees were envious.

Mr. Zheng was so kind to Fang Han. To put it bluntly, Mr. Zheng is now trying to praise Fang Han with his fame.

The two of them prescribe the prescription at the same time. If Fang Han is the right prescription, it will be a great fortune. If today's incident is spread, it will be a good story. To be precise, it will be a rare story for Fang Han.

Fang Han from Jiang Intermediate People's Court is the same as Zheng Lao's prescribed prescription. The heroes' views are similar. Even if they don't say that, today's incident can bring great fame to Fang Han.

Fang Han, an intern, had the same knowledge as Mr. Zheng. This was the unlimited uplift of the other party.

This is like a third-rate master in martial arts novels who play a draw with a top master.

But if Fang Han prescribed the prescription is wrong, then Fang Han will not suffer any losses. Isn’t it normal for an intern to prescribe the prescription that is wrong?

As doctors, especially internal medicine doctors and traditional Chinese medicine doctors, many people dream of wanting such an opportunity but cannot get it, but Fang Han...

Mr. Zheng was rushing to give the opportunity to Fang Han, and rushing to hand over the ladder to the heaven.

"This Fang Han's life is so good." A resident with an ordinary appearance couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Who makes me want to be Mr. Guo's student? Mr. Zheng is giving Mr. Guo face?" Another hospitalist next to me with an average appearance.

"It may be that Mr. Zheng is looking at how handsome Dr. Fang is?" A young nurse next to the two couldn't help but interrupt.

The young nurse was a little uncomfortable with the sour tone of the two ordinary hospitalists. Is Dr. Fang relying on his skills?

The two resident doctors looked at each other and stopped saying a word. Perhaps the handsomeness of their parents is really one of the factors. Unfortunately, they looked given by their parents, so they had no choice.

And if you are just a doctor, it is not very cost-effective to have plastic surgery, and you can't afford it with the income of a resident doctor.

The others in the ward are also very interested now.

Zheng Mingquan and Fang Han prescribed prescriptions at the same time, which is very interesting. Some are similar to the plot in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Although Zheng Mingquan is not Zhuge Liang, Fang Han is not Zhou Gongjin.

Fang Han and Zheng Mingquan stood on one side of the table and started writing prescriptions at the same time. Professor Hu, Dean Sun and others stood by and watched.

Fang Han had just written a few words, and Professor Hu on the side couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words, good words, this word..."

As he spoke, Professor Hu's brows frowned. Fang Han's word was written very well. Not only was it very well written, but it also looked similar.

Most of the people standing next to them are from the Department of Literature of Jiangzhou Jiaotong University. There are many people who know calligraphy, and some of them are even the best among them. Professor Hu's calligraphy is very good.

At this moment, many people praised Fang Han's words very much.

"This word is indeed well written."

"I didn't expect that Xiao Fang was so young!"

Several people were talking to each other, and Zheng Ming was all tempted and could hardly help but read the words written by Fang Han.

A few minutes later, Fang Han and Zheng Mingquan wrote the prescription at the same time, and the two people who were writing the prescription at the same time had their mouths wide open.

"It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same!"

Zheng Mingquan put the pen in his hand, and then couldn't wait to look at Fang Han's prescription, and he saw Fang Han's word.

"It's really good."

Zheng Mingquan couldn't help but praise him in his heart.

Nowadays, all the older Chinese medicine practitioners have basically not bad calligraphy. In the past few decades, many people retained the custom of calligraphy.

As mentioned earlier, Xinglin World is a group that retains more traditional culture.

Many old Chinese doctors are somewhat proficient in calligraphy, know how to play chess, and like to taste tea.

The same is true for Zheng Mingquan. Although his handwriting cannot be said to be very good, it is definitely not bad. When he looked at Fang Han's handwriting, Zheng Mingquan couldn't help but be surprised.

Although the prescriptions of the two people just now were written in carbon pens, this did not prevent everyone from seeing Fang Han's calligraphy level from it.

After reading Fang Han's calligraphy, Zheng Mingquan then began to read Fang.

60 grams of raw astragalus, 15 grams of ginseng, 10 grams of Atractylodes macrocephala,... 12 grams of Bupleurum, 9 slices of ginger, 6 jujubes, 10 grams of white cypress... 10 grams of cinnamon twig, 10 grams of Atractylodes macrocephala...

Looking at Zheng Mingquan's prescription, it turns out to be exactly the same.

"This is a supplementary and subtraction of Buzhong Yiqi Decoction!"

A teacher from Jiaotong University next to him said uncertainly.

"Not bad, it's Buzhong Yiqi Decoction plus subtraction, plus Tonglin San, Jiaotai Wan... Zhishu San..." Zheng Mingquan nodded with a smile.

The attending department of traditional Chinese medicine at a provincial hospital next to him couldn't help but interrupt: "Buzhong Yiqi Decoction is used to strengthen the body, and the raw Astragalus is added to the Baishu to replenish qi and ferment to generate muscles, which accelerates the healing of wounds. Then, Wuling San and the experimental prescription are newly compiled Tonglin San, and Jiaotai Wan is added to steam the bladder and transform into qi, and the musk is used to open the orifices... Doctor Zheng Laohe is indeed using medicine as a god."

While evaluating, the attendant was still a little proud.

He is incapable of seeing Mr. Feng’s illness, but this does not prevent him from supporting him now.

There are so many people present, but not many people can see the origin of this prescription now.

Sure enough, Zheng Mingquan looked at the attendant with great praise, smiling, and at the same time, he looked at Fang Han, which made him feel even more touched.

Zheng Mingquan thought about this prescription just now, but he didn't expect Fang Han could come up with this method.

"Come on, follow the prescriptions of Mr. Zheng and Dr. Fang to get the medicine. Mr. Feng's situation cannot be delayed." Dean Sun also hurriedly spoke. Fang Han didn't care, but Zheng Mingquan still had to flatter him.

There are several major experts in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the Provincial Hospital, but these experts are all named in the Provincial Health Bureau. Even the dean of Sun Ruifeng, such experts, are still instructed.

Just like Zheng Mingquan, he rarely takes outpatient clinics. When he is in a good mood, he comes to the hospital for a walk. If he is in a bad mood, he may not come for a long time.

A young nurse next to him hurriedly took the prescription to get the medicine. Zheng Mingquan and Fang Han both prescribed the prescription. At this time, there was no need for two prescriptions to get the medicine, so Fang Han's prescription was temporarily left on the table.

Professor Hu is still staring at Fang Han's Fangzi at this moment.

After reading it for a long time, Professor Hu then reached out to pick up Fang Han's prescription and looked back at Fang Han: "Xiao Fang, have you written the four words "river, river, lake, sea"?"

Fang Han was stunned, then nodded: "It's written."

"You wrote the calligraphy in Li Qingqun's hometown?" Although Professor Hu had already made speculations, he was still very surprised when he heard Fang Han admit it.

"It must be what I wrote." Fang Han was not sure if Professor Hu was talking about the four words he wrote.

"It turned out that you wrote it?" Professor Hu's face was shocked and incredible.

"Professor Hu, what is the word, what rivers, lakes and seas?" Zheng Mingquan next to him was a little confused.

Professor Hu stabilized his mood and then slowly said: "A few years ago, Mr. Li Qingqun passed away. When I went to Li's house to pay my respects, I saw a calligraphy written on it, and wrote 'Jiang, river, lake, sea'. The calligraphy was written very well. The artistic conception of river, river, lake, sea is vividly displayed on the paper. At first I thought it was Mr. Li's last stroke. Who would have thought that the Li family told me that the calligraphy was written by a young man, and it was exchanged for Mr. Li's last stroke before his death."

"Old Li used his last pen to exchange for someone else's handwriting?"

Everyone couldn't calm down at this moment. Who is Li Qingqun? He is a famous calligrapher in Jiangzhou Province. A character like Mr. Li actually exchanged his own pen for other people's words. What does this mean? This shows that in Mr. Li's heart, other people's words are still above his own words.

Professor Hu said: "I just saw the words written by Xiao Fang a little familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them. After looking carefully for a long time, I suddenly realized that Xiao Fang's handwriting was very similar to the one in Mr. Li's home."

"It turns out that the calligraphy in Mr. Li's house is really made by Xiao Fang, which is really amazing."

Fang Han smiled politely and did not interrupt, but he secretly looked at the system background. In just a short period of time, he had increased a lot of admiration.

There are many senior professional titles in the ward. Since entering the ward and talking to Zheng Mingquan, his worship points have never stopped.

Since the Spring Festival, the growth rate of Fang Han’s worship points has dropped significantly. Now he has increased by about 23,000 worship points every day, but today, he has increased by nearly 20,000 in just a short time.

Before Professor Hu's words could be stopped, he continued, "When I was in the Li family, I heard something. I heard that on the day of Mr. Li's death, a young man judged that Mr. Li's life was not long after a few words written by Mr. Li. Sure enough, Mr. Li passed away that day. Now it seems that the young man is also a little Fang?"

As he said that, Professor Hu looked at Fang Han again.

Zheng Mingquan was not calm at this moment.

From one piece of characters, you can see that the owner's life is not long, and the level of looking at the air is amazing.

If you really divide the level of the look-up qi into one realm, the level of the word "seeing" to eliminate life and death is definitely the highest level of the look-up qi.

"Xiao Fang, is Mr. Hu true?" Zheng Mingquan's voice trembled a little. He couldn't believe it, but he felt that Professor Hu should not have lie.

"I was indeed present at that time, but it's a pity that Mr. Li was exhausted and his life spanned." Fang Han sighed. Even now, when he mentioned Li Qingqun's death, Fang Han was a little sad.

He didn't have a long time with Li Qingqun, but he admired Li Qingqun very much.

If Mr. Feng is a selfless old man, then Mr. Li is an old man who devotes his whole life to calligraphy. When he was dying, Li Qingqun was holding a few words written by Fang Han.

Although Mr. Feng and Li Qingqun are two completely different old men, they are also worthy of admiration and admiration.

"It's really Xiao Fang, you." Professor Hu sighed. He didn't believe it very much when he heard people talking about it, but he didn't expect that he met the person involved not long after.

The group of people next to him seemed to listen to stories, and many people looked at Fang Han with very complicated eyes.

Whether Li Qingqun used his own pen to replace Fang Han's character, or Fang Han judged Li Qingqun's physical condition from Li Qingqun's character, either of these two things can be called legends, not to mention that both legends happened to one person.
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