Chapter 25: The Magic of the East

"If you are discharged from the hospital and you don't give me treatment, what do you want?" These foreigners, who can't cure themselves and don't treat me, really want to kill them with one punch.

"No, no one can take responsibility for something that happens. The young woman said stubbornly.

Huang Zhenghua thought about it, and what the other party said was not unreasonable.

In country M, when a patient dies in a hospital for any reason, the hospital has to pay a large amount of a dote to the hospital.

Huang Zhenghua doesn't want to do so much now, and is bent on treating Uncle Chen as soon as possible, when the two sides are deadlocked, Duters, a barrister, speaks.

"Huang, if you want to treat Uncle Chen yourself, it's not like there's no way. Duters said.

"Oh, what do you have to do, tell me quickly. "yes, Duters is a lawyer, he should know what to do.

"In this way, it is enough for both of you to sign an agreement and clarify the responsibilities. ”

"It's not like no, no, it's not before. ”

Duters said.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. ”

"Do it now. ”

Huang Zhenghua said.

"Well, very willingly. Duters finished speaking, looking at the other party.

At this point, the other party had no choice, and in the end, the professor said, "It's okay, but I have one more request, I hope Mr. Huang can agree to it, that is, can I personally observe the scene?" the professor said very shrewdly.

"Brother Huang, this foreigner is too cunning, he wants to learn secretly, don't promise him. Zeng Tucheng saw a greedy gaze flashing in the foreigner's eyes, and reminded Huang Zhenghua to say.

"Stealing teachers?" Huang Zhenghua smiled.

Don't say that a foreigner who doesn't have a little foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, even a veteran Chinese medicine doctor is on the scene, and he can't see anything.

How can the eighteen needles of the soul return be so easy to learn the hand, not to mention those meridians, he is a foreigner of Western medicine who can't understand them, the most fundamental thing in the eighteen needles of the soul is to use the true qi to open up the meridians of the human body, this is the fundamental, otherwise you can prick the acupuncture points accurately, and it will have no effect.

"Don't be afraid, our Chinese medicine is broad and profound, if we want to learn it ourselves, we can't learn it without twenty or thirty years of hard work, not to mention a foreigner who doesn't know anything about Han culture, what if you show him?"

"Don't be afraid. Huang Zhenghua said indifferently.

"But ......" Zeng Tucheng still did not die, afraid that his brother's medical skills would be learned by foreigners.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Huang Zhenghua comforted the other party and said.

"Professor, I'm ......" the white young woman was about to say something, but Huang Zhenghua interrupted her and said, "I only allow you to be present alone, not the others." Huang Zhenghua pointed to the other party and said.

"Dead Yanma, you deserve it!" Zeng Tucheng seemed to sigh out and scolded in Mandarin.

Duters, led by a young man on the other side, went to sign an agreement with the other party's lawyer.

Professionals do professional things, and Duters moves quickly, returning in less than fifteen minutes.

Huang Zhenghua asked the other party to give him a separate room.

This is an operating room, Uncle Chen is lying flat on the hospital bed, Zeng Tucheng, and Duters are also allowed to be on the scene, plus Huang Zhenghua and the professor, there are four people in total.

Huang Zhenghua asked Duters to turn off all cameras in the name of protecting intellectual property.

Huang Zhenghua is not afraid that they will learn, but whether they will leave any video materials here.

I always feel like a white mouse, and I'm very uncomfortable.

Huang Zhenghua untied Uncle Chen's clothes, and a set of needles in his hand were sterilized and pierced at the acupuncture points on Uncle Chen's body like lightning.

Huang Zhenghua's technique was very fast, in less than two seconds, when everyone had not come to their senses how Huang Zhenghua made a move, Uncle Chen's body was like a hedgehog with eighteen needles.

"No matter what happens next, you won't be silent, you know?" Huang Zhenghua said as he looked at everyone.

Everyone nodded yes again and again.

Next is the most critical step.

Huang Zhenghua's true qi of the dantian kept pinching and turning the needles at various acupuncture points on his body, and sometimes with just a slight flick, the needles vibrated and shook back and forth, and the frequency became faster and faster.

When Huang Zhenghua came to the needle on his head, some of them stopped there for a long time, although it was just a pinch, but everyone found that sweat began to ooze out of Huang Zhenghua's forehead, and in the end, even the clothes behind him were soaked.

After about twenty minutes, Huang Zhenghua became more and more smooth by inputting the true qi in Uncle Chen's body, knowing that it was almost over, and his own true qi was also consumed hugely, Huang Zhenghua withdrew his true qi and opened his eyes.

"Whew!" The consumption of true qi was huge, Huang Zhenghua exhaled a long breath, only to see a strip of white refining gas in Huang Zhenghua's mouth shot out two or three meters long.

"Oh God, how did you do it? It's not scientific!" Everyone on earth knows that the breath exhaled by people is scattered, and it is only forty centimeters away, and the professor saw that the breath exhaled by Huang Zhenghua shot out like a straight line two or three meters long, and called out to God in surprise.

"Silly, do you know what internal strength is, don't you know?" Zeng Tucheng saw the foreigner's surprised look, and his heart was very happy, as if the white refining gas just now was exhaled by himself.

After Zeng Tucheng finished speaking, he looked at Huang Zhenghua excitedly and said, "Brother Huang, this is internal strength, right?"

Huang Zhenghua nodded in affirmation with a pale face.

"Damn, Brother Huang, don't take you like this, it turns out that you are a martial arts master, I said it earlier. After speaking, he saw that Huang Zhenghua's face was a little wrong, and said, "Brother Huang, it doesn't matter to you, right?" Zeng Tucheng also knew that Huang Zhenghua had just used his internal strength to treat Uncle Chen, and he was worried about Huang Zhenghua.

"It's okay, I'll just rest here for a while. Huang Zhenghua immediately meditated cross-legged more and more.

The professor then used a stethoscope and began to check on Uncle Chen.

"Magic, it's magic!"

"Oh my God, it's a miracle, it's a miracle, you can apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine!"

When Huang Zhenghua was recovering from meditation, there was only an exclamation, Huang Zhenghua frowned, opened his eyes, and saw Uncle Chen sitting up and looking at himself on the ground.

"Zhenghua, are you okay?" Seeing Huang Zhenghua open his eyes, Uncle Chen asked with concern.

"Uncle Chen, are you awake?" Seeing Uncle Chen sitting on the bed and looking at him calmly, Huang Zhenghua was very happy.

The master really didn't lie to himself.

Uncle Chen's recovery gave Huang Zhenghua another layer of understanding of his cheap master.

This master is not only a catastrophe monk, but also a master of traditional Chinese medicine!

"It's okay, it's okay to rest for a while. ”

"It's a pity that your cultivation is not worth it for the sake of my old bones. "Uncle Chen is an ancient martial artist, and no one understands better than him how rare it is to recover his true qi.

Some people have only cultivated to the acquired intermediate level cultivation for decades, which is equivalent to the first-level realm of qi refining.

"As long as Uncle Chen, you are fine, and you can recover when your true qi is gone, this is a trivial matter for me, but Uncle Chen has only one, your health is more important than anything else. I felt a lot better, after Huang Zhenghua finished speaking, he stood up more and more, and walked outside with Uncle Chen.

"No, that's not true! Cruise, pinch me. The white female doctor who had been arguing with Huang Zhenghua before saw Uncle Chen and Huang Zhenghua laughing and talking, and walked up and said.

Seeing Uncle Chen walking out of the operating room like a nobody, the four young doctors before seemed to see ghosts, opening their mouths to stuff an egg, looking at Uncle Chen and Huang Zhenghua.

"Magic, the magic of the East!"

"No, it's a miracle doctor!"

Everyone said.