"Du Fei, I was actually planning to find time to call Bin Shao and then ask you out to properly apologize. I didn't expect to trouble you again."
Shao Junjie walked into the TCM clinic with Huang Bide, speaking very politely to Du Fei.
Du Fei smiled, "Jun Jie, you are too polite. Have the previous matters been resolved?"
Huang Bide heard their conversation and subconsciously glanced at Shao Junjie beside him.
Shao Junjie then took the opportunity to tell Huang Bide that it was Du Fei who discovered the fake goods at the jewelry store, and briefly explained the situation.
"Brother Huang, if it weren't for my friend Du Fei this time, and if someone had used this matter to make trouble, our new joint venture store would be in big trouble."
After listening, Huang Bide immediately stepped forward and extended his hand to Du Fei, "Du Fei, is that right? I am Shao Junjie's partner. The responsibility for what happened at the jewelry store is entirely mine. I apologize for the trouble caused."
Du Fei waved his hand, indicating it was nothing.
Then, without further pleasantries, he directly inquired about Huang Bide's condition.
Although Shao Junjie had briefly mentioned Huang Bide's situation over the phone before they arrived, it was never as direct and clear as hearing it from the patient himself.
"Yes, that's roughly my condition. Oh, by the way, I've seen Dr. Qin Ming before, have you heard of him? He said my condition cannot be completely cured for now and might be a bit tricky."
Since he was here, Huang Bide explained his illness.
Finally, he mentioned the TCM doctor he had seen before, who was quite famous in the Chinese TCM community.
Huang Bide's implication was that it was okay if Du Fei couldn't cure him.
He didn't have to force himself to find a solution just because a friend introduced him.
"Oh, I've listened to your description of your condition. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Du Fei spoke slowly, as if he hadn't understood Huang Bide's implication.
What?
Not a big problem?
This young man sure had a big tone.
The Dr. Qin Ming he had seen before was very famous in the TCM world. Just getting an appointment with him cost thousands of yuan.
The bottle of medicine he prescribed later cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Yet, now, this young man called it "not a big problem." Did he not hear him clearly at all, or did he think he was incredibly skilled?
Although Huang Bide was not Chinese, he understood that Chinese TCM was profound and required long-term study and deep learning.
Any famous and capable TCM doctor was at least forty years old.
But Du Fei here looked no older than twenty-five. He just said his illness was not a big problem; did he think he was more capable than Master Qin Ming?
"Young man, you've made a diagnosis of 'not a big problem' without even examining me? Let me reiterate, I've seen Dr. Qin Ming before, and he said he couldn't do anything about my condition, only manage it with medication. Qin Ming is the vice president of your Chinese TCM Association."
If it weren't for Shao Junjie's name, Huang Bide would have stood up and left on the spot.
He now considered Du Fei a quack who was pretending to be capable. If Du Fei treated him carelessly later, it would be troublesome.
"I haven't heard of Dr. Qin Ming, but I always say what I mean. If it can be treated, it can be treated. If not, I will absolutely not pretend, because that would be disrespectful to the patient."
Du Fei heard the meaning in Huang Bide's tone. However, in his opinion, Huang Bide's illness was indeed not a big problem. Should he lie about it?
Shao Junjie on the side quickly tried to persuade him, "Brother Huang, let's talk it over. Du Fei's medical skills are truly superb. My friend told me..."
"Enough, enough, Ajie. I came this time purely out of respect for you. But this young man doesn't even know Dr. Qin Ming, and he's only in his twenties. He probably hasn't even finished reading TCM books. I don't think he can cure my illness. One's body is not to be trifled with!"
Huang Bide said as he stood up, intending to leave the clinic.
Despite being a con artist who had ruined many people, this guy cherished his own body very much; simply put, he was afraid of death.
Therefore, he didn't want Du Fei to treat him; what if something else went wrong?
"Your condition has been around for about five or six years. Initially, it was just a slight discomfort in your throat. Later, it gradually worsened, and you couldn't stop coughing once it started. It even woke you up from sleep, right?"
"And the doctor you saw probably told you to avoid anger and agitation, correct?"
Just as Huang Bide was walking out, Du Fei's voice sounded from behind.
Huang Bide, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped.
When he turned around, his face was filled with undisguised shock.
"How do you know so clearly?"
If Huang Bide had initially been full of contempt for Du Fei, thinking that his claim of "not a big problem" was due to youthful arrogance, then after hearing Du Fei's diagnosis of his condition, he was completely stunned.
Because everything Du Fei said was accurate, yet he hadn't even examined him. How did he do it?
This was simply unbelievable.
"Brother Huang, didn't I say Du Fei's medical skills are brilliant?" Shao Junjie stepped in to smooth things over. "Since Du Fei has described Brother Huang's condition so clearly, please take care of him."
However, he was a little worried that Du Fei might be unwilling to treat him due to Huang Bide's poor attitude just now.
Fortunately, Du Fei's next words dispelled his concern.
"Don't worry. No matter who the patient is, they have the right to be treated. Please have your friend lie down on the bed in the corner."
After Du Fei finished speaking, he got up to prepare.
As for Huang Bide, after being shocked by Du Fei's medical skills, even though he felt a bit awkward, his condition was too painful, so he gritted his teeth and chose to do as Du Fei said.
As soon as Huang Bide lay down, Du Fei returned with his acupuncture kit.
"Just close your eyes for about ten minutes, and it should be almost done."
Du Fei walked to Huang Bide's side, opened the acupuncture kit, and instructed him.
"Done in ten minutes?"
A condition that had plagued him for years and cost him hundreds of thousands of yuan, and Du Fei could cure it in ten minutes?
However, this time, Huang Bide didn't dare to underestimate Du Fei. After all, Du Fei had accurately described his condition just now, which had shown him Du Fei's prowess.
Seeing Du Fei make a gesture to him, Huang Bide slowly closed his eyes.
Du Fei picked up the golden needles and inserted them quickly and accurately.
Soon, all thirteen golden needles were used.
"Alright, go back and take one dose of medicine three times a day for half a month, and your illness will be completely cured."
After Du Fei finished acupuncture on Huang Bide, he quickly wrote out a prescription.
Huang Bide repeatedly expressed his thanks.
Because right after Du Fei finished the acupuncture, Huang Bide instantly felt that his throat was much more comfortable, a feeling he hadn't experienced since developing this condition.
Despite his young age, Du Fei's medical skills were truly remarkable.
Huang Bide was also sincerely grateful to Du Fei for curing his long-standing ailment.