Streets, under the shade of trees.

Zhang Sheng opened the folding chair and sat down, spread a canvas with the words "free clinic" on the ground, made a simple stall, and placed another folding chair opposite, and then waited quietly.

After learning that the goal of this mission was to make money, he quickly turned his mind and knew to use conventional methods. If he wanted to use 100 yuan to 1,000 yuan in one day, he had basically no hope. He could only use unconventional methods, such as stealing, begging, cheating, etc.

Needless to say, stealing and robbing is definitely not useful. He has no doubt that if someone really does this, even if he gets money and opens a house, he will be eliminated. This is a matter of principle and is definitely not a favorable touch!

Begging for two kinds of things, he really can't help but do it. Moreover, it's unlikely that he can get 900 yuan by begging. After all, this is not Dubai, and there will be no beggars who earn hundreds of thousands of yuan a month.

These methods are not enough, and the rest is just cheating. He can't do it with a bad plot, but like Xu Yan, it can still be done by fighting and slapping.

So, he came here and found a free medical consultation sign, preparing to use his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and appropriate means to earn money from checking in a room.

Without shouting or publicity, he sat quietly, waiting for someone to come. He believed that with the Chinese people's desire to watch the fun and be greedy for small gains, someone would definitely pay attention to it.

In fact, this is exactly the case. Not long after he sat down, someone surrounded him curiously.

An aunt in her fifties pointed to the sign in front of Zhang Sheng and said, "What does it mean to write a free clinic?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, looking, listening, asking and touching." Zhang Sheng said, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, he did not deliberately get close to him or get away from him.

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, whether it is accurate to see, listen, ask and ask, is it accurate?" the aunt said suspiciously.

"Anyway, I don't have any money, and I just want to take my pulse, don't take medicine or acupuncture, so I can diagnose it. It's not harmful, right?" Zhang Sheng asked back.

"Take me your pulse!" said the middle-aged aunt.

A companion next to him pulled the middle-aged aunt and advised: "Old Qin, this man is so young. What kind of ability must be a fraud. Don't charge money to sell medicine later..."

"Will you charge again later?" the middle-aged aunt said vigilantly.

"Won't!"

"Don't sell medicine?"

"Do you think I have medicine?"

Zhang Sheng looked calm, and the middle-aged aunt couldn't help but believe it, saying, "Everyone listened. You said that you don't want money and don't sell medicine. Even if you want it, I won't give it to me." Then she sat opposite Zhang Sheng and stretched her palm towards him.

Zhang Sheng pulled her palm and placed it on her knees, and put it on her five fingers naturally placed it on her wrist, quietly diagnosed it.

After a while, Zhang Sheng smiled and put down the middle-aged aunt's palm and said, "In recent times, I have kept my life regular and insisted on physical exercise within my ability. Eat less animal fat, eat more vegetables and fruits, eat normal diet, don't smoke and drink, and bask in the sun more..."

He was so stupid that everyone was confused. Many people began to talk in a low voice, while the middle-aged aunt's heart hangs, and she said nervously: "Young man, is there any problem with my body?"

This is how people are, even if they don’t believe in Zhang Sheng very much. But at this time, he heard his mindless talk, and the middle-aged man still couldn’t help but worry.

"It's nothing, it's just that menopause has arrived." Zhang Sheng said lightly.

When he heard this, the middle-aged aunt blushed, and her companion exclaimed, obviously surprised why Zhang Sheng could see it.

The expressions of the two of them fell into everyone's eyes. Everyone was not fools, so they immediately realized that the young man in front of him really had two tricks.

Many people praised, and some open-minded aunts even joked: "Young man, you know a lot. You even know menopause. Do you understand the irregular menstruation?"

"Young man, please help me see it too!" An old lady in her sixties and seventies came out and sat opposite Zhang Sheng and said.

"Auntie, you have arthritis!" Zhang Sheng did not take the pulse, but said directly.

"Young man, you can tell before you take your pulse?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound, but it is not just about taking the pulse. The so-called looking, listening, asking and stomping. Pulse is also called taking the pulse. It is just one of the methods. I just saw that you were walking incorrectly and you were also cautious when sitting down. Obviously, I was afraid of touching the pain, so I judged that you had arthritis!"

Zhang Sheng talked happily and explained the basis of judgment in an easy-to-understand manner. When the old lady was amazed and asked him if there was a good way to treat him, Zhang Sheng said: "Why don't I give you a massage!"

Zhang Sheng took a deep breath, put his hands in front of him and rubbed them, and then pressed them lightly and heavily on the old lady's knees. In this way, he stopped after only a few efforts to let the old lady move.

The old lady acted as she said, and she felt much more relaxed. She looked at Zhang Sheng in surprise and said, "Young man, you are so amazing. My arthritis often recurs, and taking medicine and injections don't work. I didn't expect that you would be cured by just a few presses."

"It's just a stimulating position, temporarily relieved, and it's still far away!" Zhang Sheng shook his head modestly, telling the position and massage technique.

After diagnosing the two people one after another, they both said they had symptoms and never mentioned the matter of collecting money or selling medicine. Everyone immediately became excited.

Next, several people were diagnosed. Zhang Sheng kept observing the surroundings, but he didn't see the right target, so he could only continue to diagnose. This time a young man came.

The young man sat down and said with interest: "Doctor, please show me your pulse too!"

Zhang Sheng pulled his arm and helped him take his pulse. Then he put his pulse in his ear and listened to it, saying solemnly: "Driving less, taking more buses or walking; drinking less drinks and drinking more boiled water; trying not to use air conditioners at home; not to eat outside, especially seafood."

"Doctor, what's wrong with him? Are you sick?" Someone next to him was curious that Zhang Sheng has diagnosed several people from the beginning to now, but he has never been so serious.

"Yes!" Zhang Sheng nodded.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many people looked at the young man with pity. The latter's face suddenly changed, and his face turned red and his neck was thick and he said, "You're talking nonsense, I'm in good health, how could I be sick?"

"I'm not sick? I'll tell you that your illness is serious and you're almost terminally ill!" Zhang Sheng said with a sly smile.

"I don't believe it!" the young man shouted: "You said I had some disease. If I can't tell you, I will never stop with you!"

"Poor and sick!"

Zhang Sheng said two words lightly, and suddenly blocked the young man speechless.

Everyone was stunned and laughed loudly.

"This guy is so humorous!"

"Haha, I'm so laughing."

"No, my breasts hurt so much that I laughed, both of them hurt!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the young man fled in panic.

After Zhang Sheng left, his eyes glanced around looking for the target, but saw a lady in her forties stopping. His eyes suddenly lit up. Knowing that the opportunity had come, he spoke: "Sister, please stay!"
Chapter completed!