Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Rejuvenation Clinic.

Early in the morning, a long queue formed in front of the clinic, making the originally deserted Qingshui Street lively.

This is the norm in the clinic.

Xu Dahai's medical skills are not very good, but the patients are all farmers from nearby, and the diseases they suffer from are all common minor illnesses. For Xu Dahai, this disease is still easy to cure.

Moreover, the prices here are fair, the consumption is transparent, and you won't waste money.

Villagers from all over the nearby villages like to come here for medical treatment.

In the queue, there is a fat man with shifty eyes looking around.

After confirming that Ye Wudao is not in the clinic, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This person is none other than Fatty Zheng.

He came to Xu Dahai for "medical treatment".

Looking at the long queue, Fatty Zheng was a little impatient.

If he had his previous temper, he would have jumped the queue in front.

But he was worried that if he forced his way into the queue and made a scene, Ye Wudao would be attracted, and his conspiracy would be exposed, ruining the big plan.

Better to endure it.

This endurance lasted until noon.

Xu Dahai looked at the fat patient in front of him with a gentle smile and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Fat Zheng said, "Recently I've been a little dizzy, weak in my limbs, nauseous and retching."

Xu Dahai nodded: "Stretch out your arm, I'll take your pulse."

Fat Zheng quickly stretched out his fat arm.

Xu Dahai felt the pulse for a moment and said, "It's not a big problem. These symptoms of yours are mainly caused by yang deficiency."

"Quit smoking, drinking, and sexual desire in the next few days, eat more vegetables and less meat, and pay attention to rest. The symptoms will be relieved within ten days."

"Next."

Fat Zheng hurriedly said, "Doctor, please prescribe me some medicine, even if it is a tonic."

Xu Dahai smiled and said, "Medicine is three-point poison. Although taking medicine can relieve symptoms faster, it will have some side effects."

"In your case, there is no need to take medicine at all."

Fat Zheng said, "No, just prescribe me some medicine. It's okay if there are some side effects. I've been dizzy recently."

Xu Dahai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the first time he met a patient who took the initiative to ask for medicine.

He picked up the medical record and was about to write down the diagnosis, but Fat Zheng stopped him.

"Wait, doctor, can you not write the diagnosis? That... you know, hehe."

Xu Dahai readily agreed, "No problem."

Yang deficiency, to put it bluntly, is kidney deficiency.

No one wants others to know that they have kidney deficiency.

He did not write down the diagnosis result, but directly wrote down the prescription and asked him to get the medicine.

Fat Zheng took the prescription and got the medicine, then left the clinic in a hurry.

He did not go home, but walked into a calligraphy shop.

"Boss, do you have any business imitating handwriting?"

The boss smiled and said, "Of course, I wonder whose handwriting you want to imitate?"

Fat Zheng handed over the case: "Please help me imitate this handwriting and write the three words pancreatic cancer on the diagnosis result."

The boss took a look at the case and refused without hesitation: "No, no, this is a case. It is illegal to forge medical records. We don't accept this kind of business."

Fat Zheng took out two stacks of money from his pocket and slapped them on the table: "Boss, help me." M.

"I'm just cheating on medical insurance. It's no big deal."

Under the influence of money, the boss was moved.

The boss agreed.

He carefully studied Xu Dahai's handwriting, practiced on waste paper more than a dozen times, and finally wrote the three words "pancreatic cancer" on the diagnosis result.

Fat Zheng carefully put the medical record away.

This is not an ordinary medical record,

but a life and death record that can determine whether Ye Wudao lives or dies!