Chapter 212: Go See My Senior Brother

Led by Ye Bufan, the group walked into the main hall of Xinglin Garden. Upon entering, Ye Bufan was taken aback. Although they hadn't officially opened for business yet, a long queue had already formed in front of the door.

Theoretically, Xinglin Garden had been closed for three years. Even if it had been famous in the past, restoring its popularity was definitely a very difficult task.

Seeing so many people lining up for treatment was truly beyond his expectations.

He turned his head and said to Qin Chuchu, "Why are there so many people here?"

"That's because our promotional work was well done," Qin Chuchu said with a proud expression. "After leaving yesterday, I had 100,000 flyers printed and started distributing them with Xinglin Garden as the center."

"At the same time, we also advertised on the radio and television stations, so the promotional effect was naturally good."

Ye Bufan nodded and said, "Well done."

Qin Chuchu said, "That's not the most important thing. The important thing is that Cao posted a notice at Baicao Hall, saying that starting today, he will personally be seeing patients at Xinglin Garden."

"You have to know that it used to be extremely difficult to get an appointment when Cao personally saw patients. Once the notice was posted, many patients ran over here for treatment."

Ye Bufan felt secretly moved. No wonder so many people had come. To support him, this old man Cao had actually poached from his own business.

Entering the main hall, all preparations were ready. Four diagnostic tables were neatly arranged there, with exquisite nameplates placed on them.

The first table was for Ye Bufan. To learn more skills, Cao Rui had directly set his position at the second table. The third table was for Lu Qingzhi, and the last one was for Cao Xinghua.

As for the pharmacy, they hadn't found a suitable person to fill prescriptions yet, so Lu Banxia was temporarily in charge.

Since it was only a partial trial opening, Xinglin Garden didn't hold any ceremony. Official consultations began at eight o'clock in the morning.

But the scene that followed was awkward. The vast majority of patients who came for treatment flocked to Cao Xinghua.

Next was Lu Qingzhi, and even Cao Rui had a dozen or so people in line; after all, he was the successor of Baicao Hall and had some reputation, more or less.

The only one without any patients was Ye Bufan. He sat in front of the diagnostic table, ready, but there was no one in front of him.

This was no wonder. Generally speaking, people preferred to find older practitioners when seeking Traditional Chinese Medicine; the older, the better. Only those with bushy eyebrows and long beards were popular. Naturally, no one trusted a young man around 20 like him.

Gao Daqiang leaned over and smiled, "Brother, it seems like the two of us are the most idle in this medical hall."

Indeed, apart from him and Ye Bufan, everyone else was busy running around. Qin Chuchu had returned to work at Qins Group, Cao Xinghua and the others were busy seeing patients, and Lu Banxia was busy filling prescriptions for everyone.

Ye Bufan said, "There's no helping it, who told me to look so young."

"These people really judge by appearances. You wait, I'll help you persuade a few patients to come over."

Gao Daqiang was very impressed by Ye Bufan's medical skills. Back then, he had sought medical help everywhere but couldn't cure his illness, yet Ye Bufan had easily cured him and even helped him attain such cultivation.

The line on Cao Xinghua's side was the longest. He walked up to the last old man and said, "Old gentleman, actually you don't need to wait in line here. This doctor's medical skills are also very good."

The old man glanced in the direction his finger was pointing at Ye Bufan and asked suspiciously, "Is he a Western medicine doctor?"

Gao Daqiang said, "Of course not. This is a pure Traditional Chinese Medicine hall; there is no Western medicine here."

The old man immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, "No, no. How could such a young TCM doctor know how to treat illnesses? I still want to live a few more years."

Gao Daqiang took two more steps forward and said to an old lady in front, "Ma'am, why don't you go over and try?"

The old lady said, "I won't go. I came specifically for Mr. Cao. I won't see anyone except Cao."

Gao Daqiang immediately asked a middle-aged woman in front, "Big sister, let me tell you, this Dr. Ye's medical skills are really good…"

Before he could finish, the middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "Young man, don't bother. If this were choosing a son-in-law, I might consider it, but for medical treatment, forget it."

After hitting a wall repeatedly, Gao Daqiang could only helplessly return to Ye Bufan's side, "Xiaofan, it seems you'll need to get plastic surgery before your next clinic session."

Ye Bufan had a bitter smile on his face. Did he really have to dye his hair white and stick on some fake beard to show off his medical skills?

At this moment, a Middle-aged Man sat in front of Cao Xinghua and said with a pained face, "Dr. Cao, I've had a terrible headache for the past few days. I went to the hospital for a CT scan, but nothing was found."

"Please quickly help me think of a way. It's really killing me with pain."

Cao Xinghua took his pulse and said after a moment, "Your head was injured when you were young. Although it healed later, it left a root cause for illness. Once you catch a cold, you will have piercing headaches."

The Middle-aged Man said with a longing face, "Yes, yes… Cao, your medical skills are truly miraculous. Please, quickly help me treat it!"

Cao Xinghua said, "I can treat your illness, but the speed will be somewhat slow. Three days to stop the pain and half a month for the symptoms to disappear, but it cannot be cured at the root; it will recur in the future."

The Middle-aged Man quickly said, "Cao, you are an expert in Traditional Chinese Medicine, a master of the medical Dao."

"Can you think of another way? It doesn't matter if it can't be cured at the root; just help me stop the pain quickly. It's really killing me!"

"There is one way. Go see my Senior Brother." Cao Xinghua pointed in the direction of Ye Bufan, "My Senior Brother's medical skills are a hundred times better than mine; he will definitely be able to make you recover quickly."

"Oh! That's great. Thank you, Dr. Cao."

Since he was Cao's Senior Brother, his medical skills must be excellent. The Middle-aged Man thought this way and walked up to Lu Qingzhi.

Today, Lu Qingzhi was wearing a long robe, had just gotten a haircut, and trimmed his beard. He looked energetic and radiant.

Seeing the Middle-aged Man come to him, Lu Qingzhi said, "You've made a mistake. I am not Cao's Senior Brother; that one is."

He said this while pointing in the direction of Ye Bufan.

The Middle-aged Man looked in the direction his finger pointed and was surprised to see only Ye Bufan sitting there. He asked in astonishment, "You're saying that's Cao's Senior Brother?"

Lu Qingzhi said, "Yes, that's Dr. Ye."

The Middle-aged Man suddenly got angry and roared, "What kind of joke is this? Did I make a mistake or did you? Are you treating me like a fool? How could such a young doctor be Cao's Senior Brother?"

"Do not be angry. This really is my Master Ye; his medical skills are much better than my grandfather's." Cao Rui stood up and directly pulled the Middle-aged Man to Ye Bufan's diagnostic table, "Rest assured, my Master Ye will definitely be able to cure you."

The Middle-aged Man sized up Ye Bufan once more, but finally shook his head and said, "Forget it. Your medical hall is too unreliable. If Cao won't treat me, then I won't get treated…"

But before he could finish, Ye Bufan picked up the needle bag on the diagnostic table. His movements were as fast as lightning, and in an instant, he inserted nine silver needles into the acupoints on his head.

"What is wrong with you? I already said I wouldn't get treated, yet you still acupuncture me? Do you believe I'll report you?"

The Middle-aged Man was furious, but Ye Bufan sat back down, looking at him with a smile.