"Doctor Wan, I need to see Doctor Wan...!"
"Hey, don't cut in line, I was here first, get out...!"
"How dare you push me, I was queuing first, get out of my way..."
For a moment, outside Doctor Wan Yunting's consultation room on the second floor, a group of men and women were crowded together, arguing with each other. Two of them had already started fighting, their curses constant, completely stunning Wan Yunting inside the consultation room, as well as Jiang Yichun and Li Chengde outside the crowd, along with Sister Yan and Dai Xiaotong.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and call two security guards from next door, and you too, Xiaotong and Guilin, go up and stop them from fighting..."
Director Li, who had reacted, immediately shouted to Dai Xiaotong and Zhang Guilin beside him. Xiaofang also responded with an "oh" and quickly went downstairs to find security guards from the neighboring hospital to stop them, otherwise, it would be chaos.
"Me first, get out of my way..."
At the entrance to the consultation room, several young people were arguing with each other, all wanting to go in to see Doctor Wan Yunting for treatment and prescriptions. Seeing them arguing until their faces were red and fighting, they didn't look like they were sick at all. They were clearly pretending to be sick to get prescriptions.
Instantly, Wan Yunting didn't hesitate to take out his phone and make a call to the nearby police station chief. Soon, Deputy Chief Zhang Xun arrived with a group of police officers. They quickly stopped the group causing trouble at the consultation room door.
"Doctor Wan, I am truly sick, please just take a look at me."
A middle-aged man still shouted at Wan Yunting, unwilling to give up.
Wan Yunting pressed his hands towards them and said with a blank expression, "I know why you are here, but it is really inconvenient for me today. If you are truly unwell, you can queue up and have Director Li see you, alright."
"Yes, all of you, come and queue up..."
Li Chengde, standing in his own consultation room, called out to the crowd.
"No, we are here to see Doctor Wan, we don't trust other doctors. Doctor Wan, please just take a look at me." Another young man, ignoring the police's obstruction, immediately joined the clamor, insisting that he must see him.
Wan Yunting took out a ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket and said decisively, "I can see you, but today I will write prescriptions, and I will use a ballpoint pen!"
"Ah, why not use a brush pen?"
"Exactly, Doctor Wan, write the prescriptions with a brush pen, preferably in cursive..."
As soon as they heard that Wan Yunting was going to use a ballpoint pen to write prescriptions, this group immediately became hesitant. The police who were stopping them were completely bewildered and confused, having no idea whether these people were here to see a doctor or to cause trouble.
"Fine, and they still claim to be sick."
Instantly, Wan Yunting threw the ballpoint pen onto the table, took off his white coat, and walked out of the consultation room. This group still pestered him, which made Wan Yunting very helpless. Finally, he said with a cold face, "Everyone, aren't you all pretending to be sick to trick me into writing prescriptions? This is a hospital. If you continue to make trouble, the police will have to take you back to the police station for processing."
For a moment, the group looked at each other, feeling too embarrassed to continue making trouble.
Finally, under the persuasion of Deputy Chief Zhang Xun and his officers, the group left dejectedly.
"Director Zhang, thank you..."
Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun thanked Deputy Chief Zhang Xun and watched them go downstairs...
"Alas, what a mess this has caused."
Li Chengde sighed, shaking his head. Jiang Yichun turned to look at Wan Yunting and said with a smile, "We can only say that Xiao Wan's calligraphy is valuable, which is why these people shamelessly pretended to be sick to get prescriptions. If Xiao Wan hadn't said he would use a ballpoint pen to write prescriptions earlier, they wouldn't have given up."
Wan Yunting also did not expect such a situation to occur and could only smile wryly, "It seems that from now on, when I see patients, I can only use a ballpoint pen to write prescriptions."
"Xiao Wan..."
At this moment, Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi came over together, pointing at the few people still gathered downstairs and asked, "Are they all here to get prescriptions from you?"
Wan Yunting greeted them and nodded helplessly, "Yes, they are all deliberately pretending to be sick to trick me into writing prescriptions."
Fang Guowen raised an eyebrow and said, "I didn't expect people to do this just because they saw your prescriptions were valuable."
"Guowen, please come in."
Jiang Yichun, who was familiar with Fang Guowen, invited everyone to sit in his office's reception room for tea and discussion. He also asked Director Li to hang a "resting" sign at the entrance of Wan Yunting's consultation room to prevent anyone from deliberately pretending to be sick.
"Now, it's not just the forum of the Calligraphers Association, but also on other forums, your prescriptions are being openly sold. Xiao Wan, take a look..."
Fang Guowen, sitting beside him, took out his phone and opened a forum. A post displayed a photo of a prescription, with tens of thousands of comments below, various remarks, and public bidding. The person who posted also stated at the end that the prescription had been sold, but no one knew how much it was sold for, as it was a private transaction.
"This is a prescription I wrote."
Looking at the prescription in the picture, Wan Yunting immediately recognized it and said, "It's for the patient with the stomach and intestinal disease. The prescription is correct."
Hu Tianchi thanked Director Li as he took the tea he poured, then turned to him and said, "Many people are now posting on various forums to sell prescriptions. This matter has become a huge issue."
"Yes, moreover, you have seen so many people and written so many prescriptions. Some people may not care about losing their prescriptions, but with so many prescriptions appearing now, it clearly doesn't look like fakes. However, this is ultimately not a good thing." Fang Guowen nodded.
Wan Yunting drank some tea and said with a wry smile, "Then Uncle Fang, do you have any way to stop this?"
"No way."
Hu Tianchi shook his head and said, "Even if we post a notice prohibiting people from selling them there, they will still be available on the black market."
Fang Guowen said, "Unless you stop writing prescriptions in brush pen in the future, and you also make a public statement. As for this storm, it will only be temporary. After all, you are very famous, and you have no works on the market, so people are so eager for your calligraphy works. Prescriptions are selling so well, as long as you don't write prescriptions in brush pen in the future, I believe this situation will not occur."
Wan Yunting nodded. He indeed did not expect that after winning first place in the Lanting Award calligraphy competition, and also becoming famous overnight, it was because Fan Liren publicly praised him in the media that he became a highly sought-after young calligraphy master.
"Alright, for now, this is the only way."
Wan Yunting nodded helplessly and said with a wry smile, "I'll post a Douyin later to make it public, so that those people don't deliberately pretend to be sick and cause trouble here."
Fang Guowen, Hu Tianchi, Jiang Yichun, and Li Chengde all nodded. After drinking tea for a while longer, the two of them left. Just then, Zhang Wenxia and her husband arrived, whom Wan Yunting had messaged that morning to come to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department for a follow-up examination.
"Sister Wenxia, your skin has recovered very well."
After letting Zhang Wenxia and her husband into Elder Jiang's office, Wan Yunting looked at her skin, which had significantly recovered from its sagging condition. Her skin no longer had the loose and flabby feeling it had before, and had regained the firmness of normal skin.
Moreover, her appearance had also regained some of its original beauty. If she was compared to being seventy years older before treatment, then Zhang Wenxia now looked like she was forty.
"Yes, I'm really so grateful to Doctor Wan."
Now that Zhang Wenxia's condition was improving day by day, she had returned to her former lively and confident self.
After all, the sagging skin condition had brought her too much pain and gloom.
Jiang Yichun and Director Li also praised her greatly. Wan Yunting smiled and said, "I'll give you acupuncture later, and if you persist for another month, your illness will be completely cured and restored to its original state."
"Okay..."
Zhang Wenxia and her husband Zheng Yuanqiu nodded heavily with joy, then Wan Yunting got up and took them back to his consultation room to give Zhang Wenxia an acupuncture treatment. After all, her condition had recovered halfway, and she still needed two more acupuncture courses and a month of medicinal fumigation and steam therapy to be completely cured...
After finishing the acupuncture for Zhang Wenxia, it was already noon. The couple insisted on taking Wan Yunting out for lunch. They also said, "Doctor Wan, I watched some Douyin videos last night, and they said that some people are selling your prescriptions for over a million yuan each. Is that true?"
After eating, Wan Yunting put down his chopsticks, took a sip of juice, and looked at the couple, nodding and smiling, "It's true. You also have two of my prescriptions. If you're short of money, take them and sell them while this trend is hot. I don't mind."
Upon hearing Wan Yunting's personal confirmation, Zhang Wenxia and Zheng Yuanqiu looked at each other in surprise, and then shook their heads and said, "No, Doctor Wan, you have been a great benefactor to us. I must keep those two prescriptions safely."
Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't be famous in the future, and the prescriptions won't be worth anything? You might be able to sell them for a lot of money while the heat is on."
Zhang Wenxia smiled and said, "Doctor Wan, you saved me. I cannot devalue your handwriting with money. I believe you will become more and more famous in the future, and perhaps our preserved prescriptions will appreciate in value."
"Haha..."
This remark made Wan Yunting laugh, and he nodded, "Alright, I'll borrow your good words, and may the prescriptions you hold become more and more valuable in the future."
Zhang Wenxia and Zheng Yuanqiu nodded and smiled. They remembered Wan Yunting's kindness and believed that he would definitely become more and more famous in the future, so it was natural for them to keep his prescriptions carefully...