Chapter 250: The surname Wang is also Wang, the King of Hell
the next day.

Zhang Qiaoyu, who was originally happy and confident and ready to show her skills, was taught a lesson.

Early in the morning, the first patient who came to her for treatment was unable to find the cause of his illness.

In other words, she had never seen this disease, or even heard of it.

I thought about it for a while and flipped through the book for a while, but unfortunately, I was still confused.

Fortunately, the girl sitting opposite did not urge him, nor did she show any bad expression, but just waited quietly.

Finally, she felt a little embarrassed, so she stood up and said:

"Well, I'm sorry, I can't cure your disease. Not only me, but I estimate that there is only one person in the whole country who can cure it."

"Oh, who is that man?"

the girl asked curiously.

"It's my senior brother, his name is Wang Mengde. Come on, I'll take you to find him."

Having said that, Zhang Qiaoyu walked ahead, ready to go out to find her senior brother.

She remembered that she had just seen her senior brother go to the clinic upstairs, and he was probably treating patients now.

If he were a patient, he would definitely not be able to cut in line, but with her leading him, there would be no problem.

"It's really him?!"

Behind him, the patient who had been expressionless finally showed a hint of surprise on his face when he heard the three words "Wang Mengde".

Since she got this disease, she has visited more than a dozen hospitals in Beijing.

I have tried both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

Every day, I have to take medicine almost as if it were my meals, and I spend a lot of money.

If her parents hadn't had a high salary and some savings, she might have given up treatment long ago.

More than two months ago.

He was transferred to Union Hospital.

At that time, it was a middle-aged man, the deputy director of the internal medicine department, who was in charge of seeing patients.

After examining her condition, they said they were helpless and invited many well-known experts from Union Hospital to consult.

Unfortunately, the cause was never fully identified.

They each had their own suspected causes and prescribed some medication.

After returning home and taking the medicine for a period of time, the condition not only did not improve, but it even tended to get worse.

She is desperate.

After all, Union Hospital is one of the most famous and powerful hospitals not only in Beijing, but also in the whole country. To say that it is ranked among the top three is a bit modest.

Finally, the deputy director of the internal medicine department found her privately.

Then he told her, "We have never seen this disease before, and after consulting with various experts, there is no good result for the time being.

Then, you go to Guang'anmen Hospital, where there is a doctor who is very confident that he can cure your illness."

After hearing this, the girl felt a glimmer of hope.

Then, she went directly to Guang'anmen Hospital to make an appointment with Wang Mengde.

Unexpectedly, I hit a wall on the first day.

Although Wang Mengde is young, he has superb medical skills and is correspondingly very famous.

Through word of mouth from patients, recommendations from doctors in various hospitals, and heavy publicity in newspapers in the past few years, he has become a huge target for patients seeking his treatment.

Therefore, every day, people who want to make an appointment with him would line up at the hospital entrance in the middle of the night, or even the day before.

Even this may not be able to be hung.

Because Wang Mengde's consultation hours are not fixed.

Sometimes, at other times, I may not go to Guang'anmen Hospital for two or three days.

Sometimes, I have to sit in the hospital for a week to see patients.

This girl encountered the same problem yesterday. When she arrived at the registration window, she was told that Wang Mengde's number had already been taken.

If you want his number, it is best to queue up one day in advance and be at the front of the line.

In this era, there were no ticket scalpers yet, and for a moment, she was a little at a loss.

She had no choice but to go back to Union Hospital and find the deputy director of the internal medicine department for help.

Finally, she came up with an idea, which was to make an appointment for a newcomer in the internal medicine department of Guang'anmen Hospital. When the newcomer was at a loss, she would definitely ask for help.

Wang Mengde is the person who is ultimately responsible for the bottom line.

As expected by the deputy director, when the girl made an appointment for the latest doctor, Wang Mengde was really seen.

Two people, one in front and one behind, came upstairs.

There was a long line in the corridor, and many people were waiting anxiously.

Zhang Qiaoyu led the girl, walked through the crowd, and knocked on the door of the clinic a few times.

The patients waiting in line next to her didn't dare to ask anything when they saw that she was wearing doctor's clothes.

The door opened and after entering, I found that my senior brother was not there. There was only a hospital clerk who was cleaning up.

"Xiaofang, where is Director Wang?"

"Doctor Zhang, Director Wang just arrived here this morning and was called to the dermatology department for a consultation. Why don't you wait here for a while."

The nurse named Xiaofang said with a smile.

"Okay then, I'll clean up the house."

As she said that, Zhang Qiaoyu took the rag from her hand.

In the consulting room, two people were sitting and chatting. The girl asked curiously, "Doctor Zhang, isn't Director Wang an internal medicine doctor? Why is the dermatologist also looking for him for consultation?"

When the nurse named Xiaofang said this just now, she was already curious.

Now, I can't help but ask.

"Haha, you're talking about my senior brother. He is not only very proficient in internal medicine, but also very good at dermatology.

Without exaggerating, in the capital, if he said that this skin disease could not be cured, it would basically be a death sentence.

If he says there is still hope, then it can really be cured.

He is better than any doctor specializing in skin diseases and is considered an authority. In addition to our hospital's dermatology department seeking him for consultation, many other hospitals also often come to him for consultation.

By the way, there are also acupuncture, massage, gynecology, etc., he is proficient in all of these.

So, I dare say that only he can cure your disease."

Zhang Qiaoyu said proudly.

She had been with Wang Mengde for more than five years and had seen many of his miraculous abilities, including the various unheard-of difficult and complicated diseases he could cure, including those that could not be found in books.

In this senior brother's hands, the medicine worked immediately.

Moreover, in many cases, the medicines used are very simple, or even single prescriptions.

"Wow, so impressive, Director Wang is still very young."

"That's right. My senior brother is actually only a few years older than me. He's only 28 years old."

The two of them chatted and twenty minutes passed.

At this time, Wang Mengde pushed the door and walked in.

"Hey, Junior Sister Zhang, you're here, pour yourself some water.

How do you feel about your consultation these two days? "

Seeing her sitting in her consulting room with someone who looked like a patient, Wang Mengde knew what was going on. He pretended to be unaware and asked with a smile.

"Brother, I was a little nervous in the morning of the first day, but I felt much better in the afternoon.

By the way, I came to ask you for help. Please help me check her condition."

Zhang Qiaoyu stuck out her tongue and said a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, let me take a look first."

As he said this, he motioned for the girl to sit opposite him and began to examine her.

Zhang Qiaoyu found that this time, the senior brother asked very detailed questions, and even confirmed many details several times. He also frowned.

Compared with previous difficult illnesses that he had encountered with ease, this was a very rare situation.

After more than ten minutes, after taking the patient's pulse, Wang Mengde thought quietly.

The room suddenly became quiet.

After about a minute, his brows relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Your disease is indeed very rare.

Even doctors in some big hospitals may never see one in their lifetime, and it is not even recorded in medical books.”

"Then my disease is incurable, right?"

"Haha, don't worry, I happen to know about your disease.

Well, I'll prescribe some medicine for you, and you go back and take it for a few days and see the effect.

If you feel better, come back to see Dr. Zhang after a week and ask her to continue prescribing medicine for you."

Wang Mengde hurriedly comforted him.

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper from the table and started writing.

After writing, he handed it to Zhang Qiaoyu first.

Zhang Qiaoyu lowered her head and took a closer look, and discovered that there were only a few medicines written on the prescription paper, and they were all the most common medicinal materials.

Sunday.

A little after nine in the morning.

Sha Zhu came over, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted in a low voice:
"Meng De, pack up, we are going to the leader's house."

"I've packed it up a long time ago and I'm waiting for you."

Wang Mengde stood up from his chair and said with a smile.

"Ah, you're going like this, without a medicine box or anything?"

Seeing that he only had a small shoulder bag with him, Sha Zhu asked hurriedly.

"Not for now. I'm just going to check out the specific situation today. I have a set of silver needles in my bag."

Patting his army green shoulder bag, Wang Mengde explained.

He was confident that as long as the silver needles were on his body, most of the illnesses in the world could be temporarily stabilized.

"That's fine, let's go."

Two people pushed the bicycles and passed the courtyard gate. With Sha Zhu leading the way, they arrived at the leader's house not long after.

in the living room.

The big boss was wearing glasses and looking at the two people sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face, then he said generously:

“You are welcome to visit our home.

Today, I would like to ask Comrade He Yuzhu to help prepare a meal.

And Comrade Wang Mengde, thank you for taking the trouble to come here on this weekend."

"Boss, please don't be so polite. Meng De and I have nothing to do this weekend."

Sha Zhu said cheerfully.

Wang Mengde just stood there smiling and nodding, without saying anything.

"Haha, didn't you just have a baby boy? And you said you were fine."

The big boss pointed at Sha Zhu and revealed it with a smile.

After making a few jokes, Sha Zhu went to the kitchen to prepare food.

When only the secretary, Wang Mengde, and himself were left in the living room, the leader said seriously:
"Comrade Wang Mengde, I am sorry to bother you today. My relative has been to many hospitals for treatment but has not been cured.

We had originally planned to send him to Guang'anmen Hospital, but he had lost confidence at this point and was unwilling to go to the hospital."

"Big leader, saving lives and healing the wounded is what I should do. You're welcome."

Wang Mengde quickly said: "As for whether there is any good solution, I dare not say it now. We need to wait and see the specific situation of the disease."

"Haha, life and death are determined by fate, success or failure is determined by heaven. Please help me. If you can cure it, then cure it. If you can't, there is nothing we can do."

After a brief chat, the secretary suddenly came over and whispered something to him.

"Excuse me, Comrade Wang Mengde, I suddenly have a phone call and need to answer it. I'll ask my secretary to take you to see the patient."

The big boss stood up and explained embarrassedly.

"Boss, please go and do your work. I'll just go see the patient."

Wang Mengde also stood up and spoke tactfully.

As he said that, he followed the secretary out the door and walked to the side.

After finishing his business and returning to the living room, the boss's wife poured him a glass of water, then sat next to him and whispered:

"That doctor just now was too young. Can he do it? Don't be fooled."

"You are judging people by their appearance again. Don't be fooled by his youth. Comrade Wang Mengde is a real talent."

"You are so young, what real skills can you have?"

"Have you forgotten, Comrade He Yuzhu, when he first came to our house, you thought he was young and couldn't cook well. What happened in the end? You wronged him, didn't you?"

"Humph, cooking is different from treating others. I misjudged He Yuzhu. There are indeed young chefs.

But in the hospital, the best doctors, especially the traditional Chinese medicine doctors, all have grey beards and hair, some are completely white. "

The big boss's wife retorted.

"You are a frog in a well.

There are so many geniuses in the world, you just haven't met them yet.

Comrade Wang Mengde is one of the best among them.

You also know what kind of people I come into contact with are like. Among them, some of them have sought medical treatment from Comrade Wang Mengde.

After watching it, everyone praised it highly.

Moreover, it is impossible for an uneducated person like you to appear in the newspapers casually. Even my name rarely appears in the largest newspaper in the country.

Comrade Wang Mengde has appeared frequently in newspapers in recent years. As far as I can remember, he has appeared about 10 to 20 times.

Privately, everyone made up a saying for him, 'The surname Wang is also Wang, the King of Hell', meaning that he is the living King of Hell, and if he wants you to live, you don't have to die.

So, when you see him later, don't show any suspicion or say anything nonsense."

The big boss explained tirelessly.

"Since he is really so powerful, I will talk less for a while."

The leader's wife said doubtfully.

next door.

Wang Mengde carefully examined the young man in front of him, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man had a sallow complexion and a thin body, but his belly was extremely large, which looked very disproportionate.

Obviously, this is a symptom of late-stage ascites.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, how is it?"

After leaving the door, the secretary couldn't wait to ask in a low voice.

“Hepatic ascites is in the late stage and is very difficult to treat.

Fortunately, no liver disease has been found yet, otherwise, there would be no hope for this disease."

Wang Mengde, wearing a mask, also spoke in a low voice.

"You mean, this patient can still be saved?"

The secretary heard the voice-over and exclaimed happily.

"Let's give it a try. I can't guarantee whether it can be cured in the end."

Wang Mengde said cautiously.

"Great, let's go back and report this situation to our leader."

(End of this chapter)