"What did you say?" Ji Hongguang immediately glared at Tang Ping and shouted loudly, his chest so angry that he felt agitation.

Tang Ping laughed silently: "Why, I didn't hear it? It turns out that Mr. Ji is a deaf person? Since Mr. Ji's medical skills are so good, why can't he cure his ears?"

Puff... After hearing Tang Ping's words, Su Zhantao couldn't help laughing. Zhang Yang was so bad. I hope Mr. Ji would not be angry to death after hearing this.

"You..." Ji Hongguang pointed at Tang Ping, his brows jumped straight, and he seemed to be fainted by anger.

"Mr. Zhang..." The old man and Qin Yong who were standing beside him subconsciously wanted to persuade Tang Ping to say a few words.

Tang Ping waved his hand and told them not to say much, then looked at Ji Hongguang with a smile and said, "What, Mr. Ji, do you feel uncomfortable when you say this? Have you ever thought that if others listen to your words, do others feel comfortable when they hear it? Do you only allow you to speak, and others should shut up and be mute? Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to others! People must be reasonable, right?"

"Hmph..." Ji Hongguang, whose face changed a little after hearing this, didn't say much after all, snorted coldly and sat down.

But then, Ji Hongguang looked up at Tang Ping with some reluctance: "Young man, you are so good at speaking. I just don't know how many real skills you have. Is your medical skills as powerful as your mouth? Do you dare to compete with me?"

"Compare medical skills?" Tang Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly when he heard this. He was not convinced. I'm really not afraid that you would not accept it. If you can't even treat a crazy doctor like you, you don't have to get involved in this game world. I wonder if the system will give you more rewards than Ji Hongguang?

Ji Hongguang nodded and gritted his teeth and said, "Not bad! Let's compare medical skills. Why, don't you dare?"

"I'm afraid you can't afford to lose. If you lose for a while, and do something stupid, I don't want to cause trouble," Tang Ping shook his head.

When Ji Hongguang heard Tang Ping's words, his face turned a little dark: "I want to surpass me in medical skills, you are dreaming!"

"Is that so? Since Mr. Ji is confident that he can beat me in medical skills, what else can I compare to? I admit defeat, you won," Tang Ping shook his head slightly, and Su Zhantao, who was beside him, couldn't help laughing again. Although he hurriedly covered his mouth, his uncontrollable smile still caused Ji Hongguang to glar at him fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Hongguang stared at Tang Ping with an ugly face: "You dare not compare?"

"Okay, since you, Mr. Ji, insisted on humiliating yourself, I can't do anything about it," Tang Ping, who smiled helplessly, had to say, "Tell me, how do you want to compare?"

"It's very simple. Let's go out now, find a place, walk forward together, find a sick person, and look for a case for each person. It's more complicated and more difficult to see who is looking for the disease!" Ji Hongguang said.

Before Tang Ping could speak, Su Zhantao, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but say to Tang Ping: "Zhang Yang, this sounds like it's just a skill to find a disease, not a skill to see a doctor, right?"

"I found what I naturally want to see," Ji Hongguang gritted his teeth and glared at Su Zhantao, the troublemaker, and said anxiously.

Tang Ping, who waved his hand lightly to signal Su Zhantao not to stimulate him anymore, smiled and nodded: "Okay, I agree! Let's just go directly to the Chinese medicinal materials trading market, where there are many people."

"Okay!" Ji Hongguang's fighting spirit rose, and then the two agreed to meet at the entrance of the Chinese medicinal materials trading market, so they would go and prepare first.

Qin Yong and his grandfather did not expect that things would turn out like this. When Tang Ping said goodbye, they apologized repeatedly, and then prepared to go to the Chinese medicinal materials market together.

When Tang Ping prepared silver needles and other items and some commonly used Chinese patent medicines, and arrived at the entrance of the Chinese medicinal materials trading market, Ji Hongguang had arrived first, and Qin Yong and his grandfather were next to him. The grandfather and grandson were obviously curious about who was better, Tang Ping or Ji Hongguang.

"Are you ready?" Ji Hongguang, who had changed into Tang suit, said with a smile. There was a young man behind him, carrying a large medicine box.

Seeing his smile on his face, as if he was confident, Tang Ping couldn't help but laugh: "Smile! I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh when you look back."

"Come on now?" Tang Ping was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and asked directly, and Ji Hongguang also pointed his hand and said, "Just now, go north together!"

As soon as Ji Hongguang finished speaking, Tang Ping had already walked forward with big strides. He glared at Ji Hongguang, and then hurriedly walked forward.

It is naturally not difficult to find a sick person. Most people actually have minor problems of one kind or another. However, it is not so easy to find a patient with difficult and complicated diseases. Even if they find it, it is difficult to have immediate results during treatment.

Therefore, although the Chinese medicinal materials trading market has a large flow of people every day, if you really want to find a suitable patient, it still tastes like looking for a needle in a haystack. Tang Ping and Su Zhantao searched for more than half an hour, but they couldn't find it.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Tang Ping noticed a middle-aged man walking over with laughter with the people next to him, especially a conspicuous big black mole next to his nose, which made Tang Ping's eyes lit up, and then he hurriedly met him.

Seeing Tang Ping coming towards him, he looked straight in his face. The middle-aged man who stopped couldn't help but frown. The two subordinates beside him also stepped forward and blocked the middle-aged man and shouted at Tang Ping and Su Zhantao and the others, "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

"Sorry, we have no malice. This gentleman, you are ill and very serious. You need to be treated as soon as possible to escape from danger," Tang Ping, who was speaking seriously, was still staring at the big black mole on the middle-aged man's face.

"What did you say?" The two people who stopped Tang Ping were obviously stunned. Even the middle-aged man couldn't help but look angry. No matter who was stopped on the street and said that he was sick, he might have the urge to curse! He even had a bad temper and was afraid that he would have the urge to beat him.

Tang Ping was also a little helpless, but he could only tell the truth: "Sir, we really have no malice, but you are really sick!"

"You are sick!" The middle-aged man finally couldn't help but laugh and shouted angrily.

Tang Ping, who was amused and crying, could only patiently explain: "Sir, I know you can't believe it, but I am really a doctor and I can see what disease you have."

"Okay, then you can tell me what kind of disease I have, let me know clearly here," the middle-aged man said in anger.

Tang Ping did not answer directly, but asked: "Sir, I ask you, do you often have local skin ulcers and useless medicine. You will heal yourself afterwards, but your skin will become a little darker?"

"Yes, so what?" The middle-aged man was stunned and asked in surprise when he heard this.

Tang Ping then asked, "Also, did this black mole on your face hurt slightly recently at night, but it was not severe?"

"How did you know?" The middle-aged man's face changed again when he heard this, and he felt a little uneasy: "What's wrong with me?"

Tang Ping, who still didn't say much, asked the middle-aged man to wait for a while, then walked straight to the bookstore next to him, and soon found a book, opened it to the middle-aged man who followed in and looked at it: "Sir, please read this paragraph first."
Chapter completed!