Chapter 49 Strange Disease

Young, handsome, and blond hair are the capitals that attract women. Zooey also admired the young man walking towards him, and was about to talk to him with the sweetest smile.

But when the young man walked over, she still couldn't help but slightly turned her body backwards.

An unpleasant stench hit the face.

After several months of professional ethics, Zooey did not make a move to cover her nose with her hands, but her brows were still slightly wrinkled.

This subtle movement made the young man look both helpless and gloomy.

"Do I need to make an appointment? I'm Bob Bertram, I'm so sorry!" The handsome man probably realized the displeasure shown by Zoe's frown, and took two steps back.

"No, Dr. Zhen is here now, I'll inform him now, you can wait for him in the treatment room, go ahead and go first." Zooey pointed her head back.

"Thank you!" The man hurried over.

"God!" When the man had just left, Zoe took a long breath, and then patted her chest, "It seems to have crawled out of a grave!" The smell is indeed very smelly.

Elisa came out of the decoction room. She walked into the waiting room, and then frowned. Obviously, she also smelled the lingering smell, and couldn't help but look at Zooey.

"Don't look at me, it's not me!" Zooey pointed to the back unhappily, "It's already in!"

Eliza smiled all over her face: "I didn't say it was you, but...it really stinks. If you can't help it, you can ask Zhen to resign. This is not a good job, is it?"

"You're still young, little girl!"

Zooey looked very disdainful of Elisa's little trick.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say goodbye!" Elisa carefully carried the boiled medicine in the porcelain jar, walked a few steps, then turned her head and said to Zooey, "I will come again!"

"I'll come again!" Zooey imitated her pretentious and exaggerated expression, and then began to organize her system.

In the treatment room, a handsome blond man was sitting upright. He looked at the door uneasily and heard footsteps. Then the door opened, and a young man in a doctor's uniform walked in.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Zhen!" Zhen Fan smelled the smell, and his eyes couldn't help but drift to the blond man's head. It was obvious that the source of the stench came from there.

"Bob Bertram." The blond man twisted his body to keep a distance from Zhen Fan.

"I think when you came in, you should know why I'm here." Bob said with a bitter face, "I can't bear it anymore, in fact, the people I get along with can't bear it either. My hair always It stinks like this, and no matter how many times I wash my hair a day, it doesn't take half an hour to come back. God, it's been like this since last month, and it's happening all of a sudden, no one expected it!"

"suddenly?"

"Yes, I saw a lot of doctors, took a lot of medicine, and even planned to have an operation, but the doctors told me that the effect may not be obvious, God, I was desperate, and finally one of my doctors asked me I recommended Chinese medicine, which... is why I am sitting here." Bob was very depressed, but looked at Zhen Fan with a glimmer of hope.

"I can understand!" Zhen Fan nodded and sat down next to Bob.

This action made Bob very disturbed, worried that it would bring bad smell to Zhen Fan,

But he was moved by Zhen Fan.

"I don't dare to work now, I have asked for leave, but if it still can't be cured, my supervisor has told me to ask me to hire someone else! It's really...too bad!"

Bob was a little incoherent, repeating his bad situation over and over again.

"I know, give me your hand!" Zhen Fan put his fingers on his wrist.

"Help!"

These words are very sincere, and it can be seen as a desperate drowning person grabbing a straw that he thinks is a life-saving straw.

"I will, open your mouth and let me see your mouth!"

"Ah—" Bob opened his mouth naturally.

Zhen Fan nodded, and basically had a psychological result. He looked at Bob and said, "I need to ask you a few questions, and I hope you can answer me truthfully!"

"Okay, please ask!"

"Your eating habits, do you like meat or spicy food?"

"Yes, I have been like this since I was a child!"

Bob nods.

"I see!" Zhen Fan looked at Bob, then stood up and began to clean the needle, "You have to trust me, this is the prerequisite for me to treat you!" Zhen Fan saw Bob's fear of silver needles.

"I...I know!" Bob was a little nervous, but nodded anyway.

Zhen Fan approached and asked Bob to sit on the treatment chair. It was obvious that Bob's body trembled.

"If you are really too nervous, why not close your eyes, do you like music? Jazz or country or more soothing."

"random!"

"Okay, let's play some soothing piano music!" Zhen Fan said, and actually turned on the CD player in the treatment room, which was very soothing piano music.

"Well, it's better for you to close your eyes!" Zhen Fan made another suggestion, because he was too nervous to see Bob! This is one of those great ideas for relaxing.

"Okay!" Bob closed his eyes, not needing to look at the slender silver needle, and the psychological feeling was much stronger.

"Take a deep breath! Yes, calm down a bit, do it again, take a deep breath, inhale...exhale..." Zhen Fan's voice was like a magnet, allowing Bob's spirit and willpower to follow his The voice fluctuated and gradually became stable.

Very comfortable.

This is how Bob feels right now. The whole person seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, but he still had a thought in his mind, why didn't Dr. Zhen give himself an injection.

This thought is like a thorn in my mind, I can't help but open my eyes to take a look. Then he was stunned. There were already silver needles shaking on his head and neck. He could see his neck squinting, and saw the shadow of his own head on the metal shelf in front of him.

"Has it been tied?" He was tongue-tied.

Zhen Fan stood opposite him and smiled slightly at him.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, no, no, it's very comfortable, it feels so wonderful, why don't I feel any pain?" In Bob's view, it is so incredible that such a long silver needle is pierced into the body without any feeling. matter.

"It will be ready in ten minutes!"

While twisting the silver needle, Zhen Fan once again used his inner breath to regulate the yin and yang in Bob's body, which seemed to be very disordered. His symptoms are typical symptoms caused by excessive Yang fire.

Bob didn't want to close his eyes anymore, he watched Zhen Fan's every movement with surprise and curiosity, for fear of missing something.

Ten minutes later, Zhen Fan pulled out the silver needle.

The needle was pulled out so quickly that Bob didn't even feel that the silver needle had been pulled out, just like he didn't know how the silver needle got in.

Hair still stinks.

Bob looked at Zhen Fan with some doubts, he hoped to see the effect immediately.

"Acupuncture treatment is a process. You should have improved now. After you go back and take some Chinese medicine decoction, you will be cured!"

Zhen Fan retracted the needle while explaining.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom now and wash your hair again? I think after this acupuncture, you already have a lot of dirt on your head."

Bob touched his hair subconsciously, sticking to the greasy and disgusting sticky thing with one hand, he couldn't help it anymore, and rushed into the direction Zhen Fan pointed to - the bathroom.

After a burst of splashing water, it took fifteen minutes for Bob to come out of the bathroom.

The whole person is refreshed.

"How do you feel?" Zhen Fan looked at Bob, who was somewhat refreshed.

"It's very easy, it's like...my head is a lot lighter. It used to be fifty pounds, but now it's maybe ten pounds. Of course, I haven't felt the smell yet. I usually have to wait for half an hour, maybe Wait for fifteen minutes before you know the final result!"

Bob looked forward to it.

This is mainly due to his relaxed state.

"I've already sent a prescription to the decoction shop. The decoction of traditional Chinese medicine will be boiled there. You go there and drink a little, and you take the rest home. Twice a day, boil it before drinking it!"

"Thank you!" Bob went, and he came out after a while, because Tang Shaoyang asked him to wait in the waiting room. Traditional Chinese medicine cannot be cured in a short time.

"Wait there, maybe you will be pleasantly surprised!" Zhen Fan had already come out, standing next to Zooey talking to her, and when he saw Bob coming out, he pointed over there, "If it's all right, wait The front desk will give you the bill later!"

"OK!"

Bob nodded, then took a seat and sat down.

Time seems to be very difficult for Bob, every minute and every second seems very slow.

ten minutes to go...

five minutes……

Bob couldn't help looking at his watch, but his hair was still so clean and there was no smell coming out. Looking at the watch again, half an hour has passed. At this time, Tang Shaoyang called him to get the medicine.

"Forty-five minutes have passed! Doctor Zhen!" Bob said excitedly, which meant that the time for the stink had been delayed.

"That's to be expected, isn't it?"

Zhen Fan smiled confidently.

"This gave me hope, thank you, when will I come back tomorrow?" Bob was a little overwhelmed with excitement, and just kept smiling.

"Just at this time, but you'd better make an appointment first, and I can't say when I'll be free tomorrow. It's different if I make an appointment! But, go get the medicine first!"

"I know I know!"

When Bob came out with the medicine excitedly, Zhen Fan had already gone in and went to his office.

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning, please be on time!"

Zooey didn't hide from him this time, told him a time, and handed him the bill by the way.