In the end, the school could not withstand the huge pressure of public opinion and reluctantly expelled Teacher Lu, an excellent teacher. Teacher Lu, who had always cherished her reputation, could not bear such a blow. She directly collapsed and became a silly psychopath. She wandered around the town all day long, picking up discarded food from the garbage dump to satisfy her hunger. When Ding Ning was a child, he had been kind enough to send her food.
What was ironic was that from the beginning to the end, the student's parent, who had confidently promised her to hit and scold her whenever she wanted, had never shown his face, let alone put in a good word for her.
No matter who was right or wrong in this matter, because of this news, the child's aunt became the gold head of the TV station from an unknown reporter and became the biggest beneficiary.
Poor Ms. Lu ended up going crazy, but no one said a good word for her. It had to be said that the sorrow of human nature was nothing more than this.
Anyway, after the fight, Ding Ning would never believe the so-called nonsense of "hit and scold" by his parents.
Elder Wen was busy with business. After chatting with Ding Ning for a while, he told Wen Rourou to take good care of her teacher, said goodbye to Mr. Jiang and others, and left first without taking a look at Gao Kaiyi, whose face was as pale as ash.
Even though the news that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Heaven Hospital had set up 16 consultation windows with the recently popular Little Miracle-working Doctor spread like wildfire, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Heaven Hospital had no visitors.
As a result, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine had changed the situation in the past, and for the first time, there was a spectacular scene of patients queuing up to be consulted.
It was a rare opportunity. Director Hao led the members of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to provide services to the doctors of Traditional Chinese Medicine who came to consult. He listened attentively and wanted to learn something from their diagnosis and treatment process.
Ding Ning was very busy but fulfilled. For each case, he would explain to Wen Rourou in detail from the patient's pathology to the focus and clinical response. He did not expect her to understand it now, but just wanted to broaden her horizons and increase her clinical experience.
Wen Rourou was very attentive. Even if she did not have any basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and only understood a little, she still wrote down all the questions she did not understand in the notebook she carried with her, and she would verify them one by one when she officially began to learn.
This made Ding Ning very gratified. No matter how talented this disciple was, a good memory was not as good as a bad pen. His learning attitude was very correct.
Department Director Hao and the others were very moved. Compared with other national medicine masters who directly asked for diagnosis, gave prescriptions, and treated patients, Ding Ning's tireless and detailed explanation made them feel enlightened and benefited a lot.
At that moment, everyone, including Department Director Hao, gathered around him. They humbly picked up their notebooks and recorded the treatment process of some difficult and complicated diseases so that they could be used as reference materials in the future.
Even when they encountered some questions that they could not understand, they would be embarrassed to ask Ding Ning. Ding Ning did not hide anything and would explain the questions in detail until they understood.
This made some patients who were waiting to see a doctor dissatisfied. They clamored that Ding Ning's explanation would delay their consultation time. However, Ding Ning did not explain. He just smiled slightly and continued to explain each case in detail.
Some discerning people nudged the dissatisfied crowd to let them see the efficiency of the young divine doctor's treatment.
After all, these people did not mean to make trouble. After observing patiently, they were shocked to find that even if Ding Ning analyzed each case in detail, his treatment efficiency was still amazing.
Out of the fifteen National Healers, Senior Jiang was the most efficient one. He had already treated twenty-two patients, and the slowest one had only treated seventeen patients.
As for Ding Ning, he treated 22 patients while explaining. His efficiency was actually the same as Mr. Jiang's.
At that moment, no one said anything strange anymore. They were even more respectful of the young divine doctor's medical skills. There were even patients who were waiting in the line of other national medicine masters who quietly transferred to Ding Ning's line.
After all, compared with other national medicine masters who only treated patients without explaining, Ding Ning's detailed explanation could let them have a deeper understanding of their own physical conditions.
Of course, there were also some patients who suffered from unspeakable problems and did not want their privacy to be exposed, so they quietly transferred to the line of other national medicine masters.
Ding Ning did not know whether to laugh or cry. Although he had the idea of teaching his apprentice, he still had the basic professional ethics. He would ask for the consent of each patient before he explained the condition.
Executive Jiang was deeply gratified by Ding Ning's approach. It was equivalent to training the members of the traditional Chinese medicine department of the hospital in a disguised way, and he had achieved his original goal.
As for the ultimate goal of keeping Ding Ning in Heaven Hospital, after what happened to Gao Kaiyi, he no longer had this fantasy.
Those old Chinese medicine masters did not care that Ding Ning had stolen the limelight. They were even happy to see it.
At their age and level, their thinking had long been unified. Since they regarded Ding Ning as the key figure of the recovery of traditional medicine, the more famous Ding Ning was, the better it would be for the recovery of traditional medicine.
Therefore, even if some patients asked them to teach on the spot like Ding Ning, these old Chinese medicine masters just smiled and nodded to refuse.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
An arrogant and domineering voice suddenly sounded, causing a disturbance in the crowd.
Ding Ning frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the voice. A group of burly bodyguards pushed the queue and surrounded a young man and woman in bright clothes. They forced their way to the front of the queue.
"What's wrong with you? How can you cut the queue? "
The next patient was a middle-aged man in his forties. Seeing this, he asked discontentedly.
The young man glanced at him disdainfully and said arrogantly, "Do you know who I am? Do I need to wait in line to see a doctor? What a joke. "
"Childe Wang, don't lower yourself to the level of these bumpkins. You will lose your identity for nothing."
The woman in the young man's arms was quite beautiful and had a good figure. However, she had heavy makeup on her face. She put on a flattering smile and said disgustingly harsh words.
"No matter who you are, you have to wait in line to see a doctor."
The middle-aged man argued with a flushed face. However, looking at the ostentatious scene of the young man's entourage, there was a trace of timidity in his eyes.
Hearing this, the bodyguards next to the young man stared at the patient coldly. It seemed that as long as the young man gave the order, they would rush up and beat up the person who spoke.
"Forget it. At first glance, he is a Childe from a rich family. We can't afford to offend him."
"Yeah, big brother. Don't get yourself into trouble for seeing a doctor. It's not worth it."
"Nowadays, there are privileged classes everywhere. Seeing that he goes out with so many bodyguards, he must not be from an ordinary family. Let's talk less."
"Even if they are, it won't take long with the little magic doctor's medical skills. Just bear with it."
…
Seeing that the situation was not good, the other patients all tried to persuade him in a low voice. The patient, who was already timid, was even more scared after hearing this. He lowered his head and did not dare to say another word.
Childe Wang glanced at the middle-aged man proudly and pretended to be disappointed. He taunted, "I thought I could meet someone with guts. I didn't expect him to be a coward with no balls. It's really boring."
"You …"
The middle-aged man's face turned red and the blue veins on his forehead bulged. He clenched his fists so tightly that they turned white because of the force.
However, facing the bodyguards next to Childe Wang, all his courage disappeared. He bit his lips and lowered his head in humiliation.
"You what? You want to hit Childe Wang? Try to touch him and see what the consequences will be. Come on, weren't you very arrogant just now? Come and have a try! "
Before Childe Wang could say anything, the woman with heavy makeup arrogantly stretched out her finger to poke the middle-aged man's chest and provoked him. Her look of a villain intoxicated by success made the people next to her feel indignant, but they did not dare to say anything.
"Pa!"
A loud slap landed on the woman's face.
"Ah!"
The woman let out an extremely tragic scream. Her false eyelashes flickered, and she covered her face with her hands and stared viciously at Wen Rourou who had suddenly slapped her. "You b * tch, how dare you hit me? Beat her to death."
People were shocked. Although Wen Rourou's attack was very satisfying, when they thought of Childe Wang's fierce bodyguards, they could not help but worry about the apprentice of this little magic doctor.
The bodyguards did not obey the woman's command but looked at Childe Wang and waited for his order. They really did not like the woman who relied on Childe Wang's power to intimidate others.
"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear what I said? Strip this b * tch naked, hang her up, and beat her hard. "
Seeing that the bodyguards did not obey her command, the woman felt greatly humiliated and screamed and roared.
Seeing that the bodyguards ignored her and looked at Childe Wang, whose face was livid, she immediately realized that she had overshadowed the host.
She turned around and threw herself into Childe Wang's arms, saying in an aggrieved voice, "Childe Wang, I was beaten by that b * tch. You have to avenge me."
Unexpectedly, Childe Wang also ignored her and stared at Wen Rourou with an ugly face. "Wen Rourou, what do you mean?"
Hearing this, the woman's body stiffened, and she realized that something was wrong. Young Master Wang had just returned from abroad, but his actions were extremely domineering, and he would never allow anyone to disobey him. Many of the rich young masters that she looked up to had to respect him.
She spent a lot of effort to get close to him because she wanted to enjoy the pleasure brought by his status.
But now, Childe Wang did not wave his hand and ask his bodyguards to teach anyone who dared to offend him a lesson as usual, which showed that the woman who slapped her was not easy to deal with.
She could stand out among many gold-diggers and successfully climb into the bed of Childe Wang, a rich childe who spent money like water. Naturally, she was not a stupid woman and soon understood her situation.
She immediately put on a timid look, took Childe Wang's arm, and shivered all over. Her previous arrogance and domineering look were nowhere to be seen.
"I don't mean anything. I just don't like it. You are not welcome here.
Get out, "Wen Rourou said coldly with a disdainful smile on her face, holding her arms.
Childe Wang narrowed his eyes, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly, "Wen Rourou, are you not going to give me face?"
"Face? Wang Haiqing, you really forget the pain after your wound is healed. What? Your broken leg is healed, so you plan to make trouble again? "
Wen Rourou sneered and glanced at Childe Wang with disdain, but what she said pierced his heart like a sharp knife.
Wang Haiqing clenched his fists, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching. He stared at Wen Rourou gloomily and said through gritted teeth, "Wen Rourou, don't be shameless."
"Slap!"
Another loud slap was slapped on the face of the woman who pretended to be pitiful.
There was a disdainful sneer on Wen Rourou's lips. "Give me face? Do I need to give you face? Wang Haiqing, I feel ashamed for your Wang Family by swaggering around with such a woman. "
"Childe Wang, forget it. We can't afford to offend her, but can't we avoid her? I only have myself to blame for these two slaps. Let's go. "
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