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Chapter 240: Painting Medicine as a Prison

When Zheng Qian came, he was holding a black jar in his hand, perhaps because he heard that Zheng Qian was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and those foreigners also wanted to see Zheng Gan's treatment, so several people gathered around to see it.

"Cut his trouser leg open!" Zheng Qian ordered.

Soon, the little nurse cut the middle-aged uncle's pants, and then Zheng Qian slowly took out the ointment in the jar in his hand, and then drew a black clay circle on the uncle's thigh.

"Untie the shoelaces on his legs!" Zheng Qian said with a slow sigh of relief.

"No," said one doctor, "if you untie your shoes now, the toxins on the patient's legs will go to the patient's body, and if they reach the heart, it's over!"

A man next to him who seemed to understand medicine said: "If you don't have serum, just amputate your leg, maybe you can save a life!"

"Yes, Chinese medicine is a lie, you see your black medicine mud, and you still apply it to the wound, you don't know how many bacteria are in it, causing wound infection, that's not good!"

"Don't you know how to use acupuncture to cure snake venom!"

……

Zheng Qian didn't speak, seeing that those people didn't move, he put down the medicine mud in his hand and untied the shoelaces with his own hands, the patient's family members all mentioned their throats and eyes, they raised five-step snakes, and they also knew some first-aid common sense of snake venom, and they usually prepared some serum, but they just ran out recently, and they were also a little worried when they saw Zheng Gan go to untie the rope.

But soon that worry was gone, because everyone saw that the black poisonous blood on the patient's leg was going up, and when it reached the position of the circle of medicine mud, it didn't move, and there was no way to break through a single step, which had the same effect as the demon circle drawn by Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick.

"This ......"

Everyone was stunned, what is this? Magic?

The foreigners' eyes widened one by one, staring at the black pod on the patient's leg, the rest of the patient's blood could circulate, but the toxins were stopped under the pod.

"Come over with that three-edged needle!" Zheng Qian said directly, and then cut open the patient's snake bite wound, and the black blood inside slowly dripped out.

After doing this, Zheng Qian was not idle, and smeared all the remaining medicinal mud in the jar on the patient's legs.

Suddenly, the medicine mud was covered, and the black blood from the patient's wound spurted out as if it didn't need money, and finally when Zheng Qian smeared the medicine mud all over it, the blood released from the patient's wound finally turned red.

The people around him were dumbfounded one by one, and those who ridiculed the important and useless people closed their mouths one by one.

If this were to be them, there would be no serum, and in this case, they would have to amputate their limbs, after all, if they drag on like this, they will be life-threatening.

But Zheng Qian did it, a foreigner walked over, picked up Zheng Qian's medicine jar and smelled it, except for a strong smell of herbs, he couldn't smell anything else at all.

When the patient was finally out of danger, the men were relieved, told him to lie down and rest, and then scattered.

Before leaving, Zheng Qian glanced at the foreigner on the bed and said, "If this continues, his blood pressure will continue to rise, and then the blood vessels will burst, then there will be no help!"

Sun Nanzhe didn't have the heart to stay here, he had no way to do anything at all.

Not long after Zheng Qian returned to Chen Zihao's ward, two foreigners hurriedly ran in and said in a lame Chinese: "Doctor of Chinese Medicine, please save my friend, he is dying......

Zheng Qian followed without saying a word.

In the ward, the foreigner's blood pressure is slowly rising at a visible rate, if it continues like this, the foreigner's body will definitely not be able to bear it, and when the blood vessels burst, it will be really dangerous.

Zheng Qian didn't say a word, he directly found a silver needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points on the foreigner's body, and the speed was so fast that those foreigners were stunned.

Such a soft silver needle can be inserted into a person's body so quickly and so easily, how long does it take to practice?

One by one, their mouths grew in surprise, and as the silver needle in Zheng Qian's hand fell, the blood pressure in the foreigner's body slowly became more stable.

"This ......"

Someone found out about the situation and immediately screamed.

Suddenly, those foreigners admired Zheng Qian one by one, and they now began to slowly believe that if Zheng Qian was really allowed to continue treatment like this, it would only be a matter of time before he was cured.

But at this moment, a woman's angry shouting came from the door, and several people were talking in English.

Sun Nanzhe frowned beside him, and translated to Zheng Qian: "That woman said that they refused Chinese medicine, so let you take your hand away!"

Zheng Qian stopped what he was doing, and the blonde woman rushed over at once, rushing at Zheng Gan's constant Fak, which made Zheng Gan blush for a while.

Soon, Zheng Qian didn't have time to stop it, the woman pulled out all the silver needles on the patient's body, and then said to a chubby middle-aged foreigner at the door: "Tony, you come to help George see his illness, we have decided, in the future, our company's business will be handed over to Mengxing Company, and we will never deal with Tianhao Company again, and we must sue Tianhao Company for this matter!"

Zheng Gan's brows furrowed, Tianhao Company is Chen Zihao's father's company, and that Mengxing Company, he looked up at a fat man who came in with the blonde woman, with a smug smile on his face, and after the woman finished speaking, he also replied: "Thank you Mrs. Monroe for taking care of you, our Mengxing Company will definitely complete the order task well!"

Now Zheng Qian can be regarded as understanding, Chen Zihao's father's competitor is the fat man in front of him.

Zheng Qian glanced at George on the hospital bed lightly, then turned around and walked towards the door.

Before he could get to the door, the medical equipment began to call the police.

"Didi ......"

The blonde woman panicked a little and shouted, "Quick, Tony, you must help me save George!"

The middle-aged doctor named Tony hurried to check, and then he was in a hurry, but George's blood pressure not only did not drop, but soared.

In the end, Tony's doctor had no choice but to give up.

But the blonde woman was unrelenting, he scolded Zheng Qian at the door: "What did you do to my George? caused his body to become like this? It must be you, your Chinese medicine acupuncture is not recognized at all, you actually use it indiscriminately, if something happens to George, I will definitely sue you for murder!"

As she spoke, the woman rushed to Zheng Gan and pointed her finger at Zheng Gan's nose.

Zheng Qian was a little confused, he didn't understand at all.

Sun Nanzhe next to him also had a pale face, "Traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture are 5,000 years of excellent history and culture in China, if you don't like it, no one will love you to come to China!"

But at this time, the middle-aged fat man of Mengxing Company on the side said coldly: "Young man, do you know medical skills? I see your age, you have only graduated recently, you are treating Mr. George just now, if Mr. George has a problem, I will not let you go first!"