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"There's no point in taking action yourself, just asking the bodyguards to beat him to death"
Before Wang Bo could finish his words, Chairman Wang slapped him hard and sent him spinning in circles!
The more the beatings got, the angrier Chairman Wang got and he cursed loudly: "You ignorant bitch, you are really seeking death! Do you know who this is? This is my savior, the miracle doctor Zhou An! Even if I see the miracle doctor Zhou, I will die." With all due respect, you still dare to worry about the fortune of Divine Doctor Zhou!"
Seeing this scene, all the European and American ghost guys were dumbfounded, their expressions were as if they were about to ascend to heaven:
"Hote, what on earth is going on?! This young man is actually Chairman Wang's savior!"
"Fake, am I really not dazzled? This is simply unbelievable!"
Wang Bo collapsed on the ground as if he had lost his bones. His face was pale and he begged Zhou An for mercy:
"My doctor Zhou was wrong. I am blind and cannot see the mountains. Please take this as my first offense and please spare my life!"
Zhou An glanced at Wang Bo who was begging for mercy again and again, and said calmly: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!"
"I really know that I was wrong, please spare my life!" Wang Bo's face was pale and bloodless, and he didn't look like a playboy at all. He was just like a running dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy from his master.
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For the sake of Chairman Wang¡¯s face, Wang Bo¡¯s life was spared. Zhou An returned home amidst Chairman Wang¡¯s repeated apologies.
The phone rang and Zhou An answered the call. The flattering voice of Mr. Zhu immediately came from the other side of the phone: "Doctor Zhou, my teacher, Mr. Yang, the president of the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, hopes to communicate with you. I wonder if you have time to say goodbye? "
Zhou An pondered for a moment and agreed: "Okay."
Although I am not interested in this kind of thing, I still have to give him some face despite his hard work.
Hearing Zhou An's words, Mr. Zhu on the other side of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and then said in a flattering voice: "Thank you, Divine Doctor Zhou, for the favor! Thank you, Divine Doctor Zhou, for the favor! Tonight my mentor, Mr. Yang, is hosting a banquet for you at his hospital. If you have time, I will drive." I¡¯ll pick you up!¡±
"No need, just send me the time and place, and I'll go there when I have time in the evening." After saying that, Zhou An stopped giving Zhu Lao Moji a chance and hung up the phone directly.
In the evening, Zhou An drove to the address mentioned by Mr. Zhu.
Looking at the green tiles and cornices and the splendid facade, Zhou An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is this Mr. Yang's Yang's Medical Clinic?"
As soon as Zhou An walked into the medical clinic, he saw a dense crowd of doctors in white coats on three floors outside.
Zhou Anyou squeezed through the crowd like a fish, and then he saw an old man in Tang suit in the middle of the crowd giving acupuncture to a patient and demonstrating to everyone present.
The old man in Tang suit holds needles in both hands, like a butterfly piercing a flower, and is extremely skilled in acupuncture techniques.
While doing acupuncture, he explained: "This patient is unconscious. My set of Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is specially designed to treat the patient's epilepsy. It targets ghost seals, ghost palaces, ghost caves, ghost bases, and ghost roads. As long as one set of acupuncture is applied, , the patient¡¯s epilepsy improved instantly and the disease was cured by the needle!¡±
As the old man in Tang suit finished speaking, he used all the silver needles one by one. After the treatment was completed and he put away the last silver needle, the patient suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got down and bowed to the old man in Tang suit. Full of gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for saving your life. This kindness will be unforgettable!"
Seeing this scene of rejuvenation, all the doctors in white coats watching could not help but take a breath:
"As expected of Mr. Yang, the president of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his acupuncture skills are superb!"
"That's right! This is a miracle doctor! He is indeed the leader of the province's traditional Chinese medicine community!"
"This patient has found the right person! With Mr. Yang taking action, all his illnesses are gone this time!"
Hearing what everyone said, Zhou An couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.
"This Mr. Yang has indeed reached the pinnacle of acupuncture skills, and the Thirteen Needles of Guimen in the treatment of epilepsy are also correct for the symptoms.
However, Mr. Yang got one thing wrong. The patient's epilepsy was not caused by his own neurological disease, but by a parasite hidden in his brain.
Because it is extremely hidden, even a CT scan may not be able to see it clearly, but Zhou An can see it clearly with his clairvoyance!
Amidst all the compliments, Zhou An¡¯s sneer stood out.
It was extremely satisfying to be flattered by all the doctors in white coats. When he heard Zhou An¡¯s harsh sneer, Mr. Yang immediately looked at Zhou An and sneered:
"What? Young man, what do you think of my acupuncture? Can you tell me something today?It's okay if Chou Yin Mao comes. If you can't tell me, I will call the security today to break your legs and throw you out of the troublemaker! "
Hearing Mr. Yang¡¯s words, all the doctors in white coats present looked at Zhou An and cursed, their eyes widening in anger:
"Where did the little brat sneak in? Please apologize to Mr. Yang and kowtow to make amends!"
"That's right! What kind of person is Mr. Yang? The Beidou in the world of Chinese medicine! What a piece of shit you are!"
Zhou An, a young doctor who looked down on others, didn't bother to respond. He looked at Mr. Yang like an old god and said, "Although your Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are indeed symptomatic, they are treating headaches, head and feet, and feet. It won't be long before this patient continues to get sick."
Hearing Zhou An¡¯s words, all the doctors in white coats present immediately laughed out loud, their words full of disdain:
"What a joke! But does this little brat think he is the reincarnation of Bian Que and the resurrection of Hua Tuo?"
"That's right! If you still dare to show off in front of Mr. Yang and Guan Gong, even if you don't know whether to live or die, there is a limit for me!"
Zhou An looked directly at Mr. Yang, and with the help of his clairvoyant eyes, he saw all the problems in Mr. Yang's body. He put his hands behind his back and said with an unpredictable look: "Mr. Yang, do you have a bad cervical spine? The pain is unbearable every day." ."
"Is there something wrong with my nose? Once I catch a cold, I will have trouble breathing."
"Is there something wrong with the knee joint? Although it doesn't prevent me from walking, every time it's cloudy and rainy, I'm in pain and sweating!"
"You, how did you know?!" Hearing Zhou An's words, Mr. Yang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, as if he had no privacy at all in front of this young man.
These minor problems of his have become chronic problems, but no one knows how this young man learned about them!
"Just answer me, yes or no!" Zhou An did not answer Yang Lao's words, but just smiled lightly.
"Yes, so what! Even if you can see my minor physical problems, can you tell that this patient's illness is not serious?" Mr. Yang's face was ugly, but he already had a bit of a stern look on his face.
"That's natural." Zhou An smiled calmly, as if seeing a doctor was as simple as eating and drinking.
Hearing this, Mr. Yang immediately sneered: "Haha! It's funny! It's so funny! Young people can boast about it, but it's useless. If what you say comes true, this patient will really get sick soon. I, Yang, bow to you and apologize!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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