Chapter 45: Luo's Old Topic

  Although he was skeptical in his heart, Qiao Bin Kai didn't ask much and hastily arranged for a car. After all, Wang Xu was the only doctor present, so he should have his reasons.

  Qiao Bin Kai's Qiao Group has an amusement park, and several people drove there. Although it was already past 9 pm, the amusement park had long been closed, but with a phone call from Qiao Bin Kai, the management personnel were already waiting at the entrance.

  Drive the car into the playground, stop at the edge of the big turntable, Wang Xu and Luo Chenghai will carry the unconscious Leipeng down from the car, instruct people to fix Leipeng on the big turntable, then wipe his chest with one hand, take out a shiny golden needle.

  After taking out the golden needle, Wang Xu pierced it into Leipeng's body and gently twisted it. Originally, Leipeng was knocked unconscious by him, but now he slowly came to, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he began to struggle violently and cursed loudly again.

  After waking up Leipeng, Zhang Ran ordered Qiao Binkai to open the large turntable and speed it up, making the large turntable rotate quickly.

  As the big turntable continued to rotate, the Lepin who was fixed on it couldn't help but shout and scream, then gradually became silent, starting to vomit violently, spewing out a lot of yellow-green liquid, emitting a strong smell of alcohol that dispersed in the wind.

  The big turntable kept spinning for more than 20 minutes, and suddenly the person on top, Leipeng, let out a weak cry: "Hurry up and put me down, I can't take it anymore, what are you doing?"

  When Lu Chenghai, Qiao Binkai and others who were watching from the sidelines heard Leipeng's roar, they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock. Listening to Leipeng's voice at this moment, it was clear that he had already recovered normally.

  "Stop it, put him down." Wang Xu said at this time.

  Qiao Bin Kai heard this and ordered the staff to stop the big turntable, putting Lei Peng down from it. After being put down, Lei Peng had another intense bout of vomiting, then looked weakly at Wang Xu and others with uncomprehending eyes: "I'm saying, brothers, even if I did drink too much, you don't have to torture me like this."

  "Hmm! Alright, it's really alright." Luo Chenghai circled around Lei Peng, marveling and muttering to himself in amazement. Qiao Binkai and Jiang Tao also couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "Dr. Wang, my old brother, I have thoroughly gained experience today. Who would have thought that this method could also cure illness?" Luo Chenghai said with emotion after confirming that Leipeng had fully recovered.

  "Yes, I've never heard of such a method either." Qiao Binkai also sighed endlessly. In their understanding, treating illnesses was nothing more than injections and medication, and at the very least, acupuncture and whatnot. But as for someone like Wang Xu's approach to treating illnesses, they hadn't even heard of it, let alone seen it.

  At this time, Leifeng also heard about the incident from several people's mouths, learned that he had accidentally fallen and gone mad, was cured by Wang Xu, and hurriedly thanked Wang Xu.

  In response to Joe's praise, Wang Xu smiled slightly and explained briefly that he had used the ancient method of sweating, vomiting, and frightening.

  Lei Peng had already drunk a lot of wine, although he hadn't completely gotten drunk, his body was almost there, and the alcohol content in his body was very high. As everyone knows, drinking can numb people, slow down their actions, and have some impact on their spirit.

  Lei Peng suddenly fell down again. Due to the sudden fall, he was shocked at that time. Later, combined with the impact of falling and colliding, it led to a sudden frenzy.

  This mania is not very effective with conventional treatment methods. Sending it to the hospital will only result in an injection of a sedative, followed by gastric lavage, and then using calming and stabilizing medications to calm the mind. If luck is good, there may be a cure; if luck is bad, it may become a mental illness patient.

  It was precisely because he understood the underlying principle that Wang Xu thought of another method at the time, using the dizziness method to make Leipeng spit out the alcohol in his stomach during intense rotation, and the rapid rotation also stimulated Leipeng's nerves, causing his body's sweat to evaporate, three pipes down, and indeed let Leipeng recover.

  "Thanks a lot, Wang Shao. I owe you one this time. Don't mention it, and feel free to ask for my help anytime in the future." Leipeng said sincerely to Wang Xu after hearing his explanation.

  Wang Xu casually waved his hand and said: "In the future, everyone should pay attention when drinking, it's okay to just drink a little, try not to overdo it, or else it's easy to get into trouble."

  Several people heard this and nodded one after another. Wang Xu didn't care whether they were just pretending or not; he had said what he needed to say, and it was none of his business whether they listened or not.

  Wine, to put it simply, is indeed not bad. Getting drunk can relieve a thousand worries, and drinking in moderation can also improve blood circulation, which is very beneficial for the body. However, once you drink too much, problems arise, causing no small harm to the liver, intestines, and stomach. Firstly, after getting drunk, most people speak nonsense and lose control of their limbs, losing face without mentioning it, and easily committing many unpredictable mistakes.

  With Le Peng's unexpected departure, the others also lost interest in continuing to play. They left the amusement park and went their separate ways. Qiao Bin Kai and Wang Xu returned to the villa together.

  The next morning, Wang Xu and Qiao Bin Kai had just finished breakfast when Luo Cheng Hai arrived in his car. He knew that Wang Xu was staying at Qiao Bin Kai's home, so he came to pick him up.

  Last night after returning, Luo Tongquan told Lao Yezi that Wang Xu had arrived in Zhongjiang. Lao Yezi immediately expressed his intention to have them bring Wang Xu home today and treat him with great hospitality.

  The Luo family were locals in Zhongjiang, and they had their own courtyard house there. It was an old-fashioned house. Wang Xu and Luo Chenghai entered the gate and saw Old Man Luo cooling off under the shade of a tree in the yard.

  Old Master Luo, although he is over seventy years old this year, has a very robust body. He sits in a reclining chair under the shade of a tree, with one hand holding a small purple clay teapot and the other hand holding a book, reading it with great interest.

  "Grandpa, Dr. Wang has arrived." Luo Chenghai led Wang Xu to Luo Hanxiang's side and said aloud.

  Luohan Xiang heard that Wang Xu had arrived, and he hastily put down the book in his hand, stood up, smiled and greeted Wang Xu, while instructing Luocheng Hai to bring a stool, pour tea and water.

  "You little scamp, you left in such a hurry last time, it was hard for this old man to find you." Luohan Xiang said with discontent after they sat down, although he was complaining, his tone was not without praise.

  Luohan Xiang retired as a high-ranking official in the Kyoto department, with great power and prestige. The doctors who treated him were numerous, almost a thousand or eight hundred, all of whom were trembling with fear, trying to curry favor with him. But someone like Wang Xu, who wrote a prescription without asking questions and didn't even come back for follow-up appointments, was truly rare.

  Young people are not arrogant or fearful of power, this is what Luo Hanshang appreciates most about Wang Xu. To say that it's simply because Wang Xu cured his illness, he wouldn't have repeatedly invited Wang Xu to his home for treatment, and instructed Luo Tong to take good care of Wang Xu, which also gave him great face.

  "If I had known you were going to complain, I really shouldn't have come." Wang Xu said with a smile, without showing any restraint due to Luo Hansheng's identity.

  After chatting for a while, Luo Tongquan suddenly asked: "I heard from Xiaohai that you plan to open a clinic in Zhongjiang. Have you thought of a name? Do you want me to write a few characters for you?"

  When Luo Hansheng spoke, Luo Chenghai's eyes widened in surprise. His grandfather's calligraphy was not considered a famous work of art, but it was also not something that ordinary people could easily obtain. He never thought that he would actually volunteer to write for Wang Xu's small clinic.

  It can be foreseen that with Luo Hanshang's backing, Wang Xu's clinic will become a place where no one in Zhongjiang dares to cause trouble. Even the provincial party secretary, Han Guanglin, wouldn't dare to slight Luo Hanshang's face.

  "Being able to get Old Luo to write the title, I couldn't ask for more." Wang Xu hastily said, he knew that even if it wasn't a big deal, Old Luo was intentionally helping him.

  Luohan Xiang said, and then ordered Luo Chenghai to prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After everything was ready, he asked for the name of Wang Xu's clinic, hesitated for a moment, and started writing with a flourish. Before long, the three characters "Fusheng Tang" appeared on the paper.

  Luohan Xiang's calligraphy belongs to the kind of moderate and square brushwork, but the strokes are strong and powerful, just like his personality, full of vitality.

  "Fusheng Hall!" After writing these three words, Luohan Xiang carefully admired them for a while and praised with a mouthful of "Ah": "Bringing blessings to all living beings, this name is great."

  After giving a thumbs up, Luo Hansheng still had an unfulfilled feeling and turned back to ask Wang Xu again: "Are you going to write couplets at the door? I'll help you with it."

  "Let's write a couplet!" Wang Xu thought for a moment, then said: "How about 'Rather let the medicine on the shelf gather dust, than let people all over the world fall ill'?"

  "I'd rather have the medicine on the shelf gather dust, than let people all over the world fall ill." Luohan Xiang repeated in a low voice, then praised again: "Good couplet, good medical skills, good medical ethics." After speaking, he picked up his pen and continued writing.

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