"Doctor Du, my condition is a bit... cough, can I speak with you privately?"
At the Miraculous Hands Rejuvenation Chinese Medicine Clinic.
A middle-aged man, dressed and appearing like a boss, looked around somewhat awkwardly and then said to Du Fei, who was sitting opposite him.
Before Du Fei could speak, Wang Zhongling, standing beside him, said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? We doctors have seen all sorts of ailments. Just say it directly here. If everyone was like you, how could we treat patients?"
The middle-aged man opened his mouth but ultimately didn't speak.
He then looked at Du Fei with a face full of pleading.
"Alright, come with me then."
Finally, Du Fei, softened by the man's gaze, nodded.
After entering the inner room, the middle-aged man still appeared a bit embarrassed, and then slowly began to describe his ailment.
It turned out that the middle-aged man had recently been suffering from unbearable bloating and pain in his stomach, and he would also pass gas frequently, one after another.
"Doctor Du, I heard you are a reincarnated Hua Tuo, so I came to find you. This condition has worn me out. Not only do I pass a lot of gas, but it's also extremely foul-smelling. Nowadays, I don't dare to go anywhere except home."
The middle-aged man spoke of his ailment with great misery.
Once, the middle-aged man went to negotiate a business deal with a client. Just as the deal was nearing completion, his condition flared up.
He passed several farts in a row.
At first, the client merely frowned and said nothing.
But later, the middle-aged man's farts became so frequent and foul that the client couldn't stand it any longer. He simply found an excuse and left.
Afterwards, when the middle-aged man tried to contact the client again, the client kept making excuses. Later, the business was snatched away by someone else.
If it were just one business deal, the middle-aged man might not have been so distressed that he dared not leave his home.
Later, he encountered a similar situation at a class reunion.
Dozens of his former junior high classmates were packed into a large private room.
Old classmates hadn't seen each other for a long time, and naturally, they were drinking and toasting, their faces flushed red.
As they drank and chatted, everyone was having a great time.
However, at the peak of their merriment, the middle-aged man's old problem recurred.
This time, he reacted quickly. As soon as he felt something in his stomach, he made an excuse about drinking too much and needing to use the restroom.
He rushed to the restroom as fast as he could and just as he closed the stall door,
the farts came one after another, accompanied by a stench that even he couldn't bear.
Not long after, two people who had been squatting in the adjacent stalls cursed and left with their pants still up.
The middle-aged man, reeking of foul odor, couldn't return to the private room to continue eating and drinking. He had to leave early and call his classmates, saying he had an urgent matter and would treat them to another meal another day.
It even reached a point where the middle-aged man no longer dared to live with his wife and son, choosing instead to live alone in a studio apartment.
"Doctor Du, as long as you can cure me of this condition, I'm willing to pay any amount for medical expenses!"
Before coming to see Du Fei, the middle-aged man had visited all the major hospitals in Rongcheng, as well as some famous Chinese medicine practitioners.
Finally, just as he was about to give up in despair, his wife heard from a neighbor that Du Fei's medical skills were extraordinary.
So, with a mindset of trying anything, he found his way to the Miraculous Hands Rejuvenation Chinese Medicine Clinic.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's face changed, followed by a series of puffing sounds.
Immediately, a foul odor filled the entire room.
"Doctor Du, I'm sorry..."
The middle-aged man himself wanted to hold back, but when this condition struck, no amount of effort could stop it.
However, before he could finish speaking, Du Fei waved his hand and motioned for him to sit at the table in the corner, preparing to take his pulse.
"Please take off your shirt and place it on the stool, then lie down on this bed."
After the examination, Du Fei had a good grasp of the middle-aged man's condition.
He pointed to the nearby board bed and said to the middle-aged man.
At this moment, Du Fei's words carried more weight than anything else; the middle-aged man was counting on him for a cure.
So, as soon as Du Fei finished speaking, he immediately complied.
Once he was lying comfortably on the board bed, Du Fei had already taken out his golden needles.
After disinfection, Du Fei began to perform acupuncture on the middle-aged man.
"Um, Doctor Du, I don't mean to question you, but I've seen Chinese medicine doctors for this condition before. Some of them even performed acupuncture on me, but it was completely useless. Do you have any other methods?"
Seeing that Du Fei intended to perform acupuncture on him, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before recounting his previous experiences.
He had initially thought that with Du Fei's famed reputation, he might have some remarkable technique. Yet, in the end, it was still acupuncture.
It seemed that his trip this time was in vain, and this troublesome condition was likely incurable.
"What others do is their business. But since I'm taking action, it means there's no problem. Relax, just consider it a ten-minute rest. You'll know if it's effective soon enough."
After speaking, Du Fei stopped talking and focused on inserting the needles.
*Hiss.*
Not long after Du Fei's golden needles pierced his abdomen, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a warm sensation emanating from his stomach.
Regardless of whether Du Fei could cure his condition, the feeling in his stomach was incredibly comfortable.
Since developing this troublesome condition, the middle-aged man's stomach had been constantly bloated and uncomfortable.
He had no appetite for anything he ate, and eating more made him feel even worse.
Sometimes, the discomfort was so severe that he couldn't even sleep.
Like now, the warm and comfortable feeling in his stomach was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Alright, you can get up now."
Just as the middle-aged man was closing his eyes, enjoying the comfortable sensation in his stomach, Du Fei's voice sounded in his ear.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes and found that Du Fei had already removed the golden needles from his abdomen.
Then, Du Fei walked out of the room first.
The middle-aged man put on his clothes and when he came outside, Du Fei had already written out a prescription.
"Go get the medicine as prescribed. Take it twice a day, half an hour after each meal. After half a month, you will be completely cured."
Du Fei handed the prescription to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man instinctively took the prescription, and just as he was about to ask a few more questions, he noticed that Du Fei had already started seeing other patients.
In the short time he had been inside, more than a dozen people had lined up at the clinic.
Looking at the queue, and recalling the warm, comfortable feeling in his stomach from earlier, the middle-aged man decided to try Du Fei's prescription for half a month.
Even if the prescription didn't work, he could still come back to Du Fei for more acupuncture sessions. The warm and comfortable feeling was something he still savored.
After paying and getting the prescription, the middle-aged man left the clinic, looking back repeatedly.