"What the hell, I'm going to do my rounds in the afternoon, what did you get us here for?"

"I didn't eat at noon, and I had three surgeries in the afternoon, so I was busy with my feet not touching the ground. I have to come to see some TCM diagnosis and treatment, I'm a surgeon, isn't this a disease?"

"Can Chinese medicine cure children's ascalism? Dean Tang is probably guilty of a Chinese medicine complex again! What can Chinese medicine do now besides sticking to the rules and fooling people?"

"That is, our hospital does not have a Chinese medicine department, and it can be cured a long time ago. ”

"Later, you should pay attention to what you say, maybe it is Dean Tang's junior, you want to carry it, don't be stunned to offend people and don't know!"

Tang Xiaojing arranged for Chen Yumeng to be in the VIP ward on the seventeenth floor, with a pattern of Winnie the Pooh on the pink wallpaper and a beige carpet on the floor. Outside sunlight shone into the room through the same pink curtains, falling on a group of people huddled on a light coffee fabric sofa.

There were six people sitting on the not too big sofa, most of them young, and only one of them looked to be in his forties, relatively stable. Although they still consciously lowered their voices when they were talking, after all, there were so many people, and the voices still unconsciously spread to the corridor outside.

Tang Xiaojing, who was walking side by side with Zhao Fan, vaguely heard something, and smiled at Zhao Fan, a little apologetic and embarrassed.

Zhao Fan's face was calm, as if he hadn't seen it, he strode to the door of the ward, pushed the door open and walked in.

The group of people who were talking about it were slightly stunned when they saw a young man who was smaller than most of them suddenly entered. Immediately seeing Tang Xiaojing who came in closely, their faces also became a little ugly and complicated.

"Wouldn't it?

"Talk less, just watch, so as not to offend people blindly!"

The two doctors, who were hiding a little behind, muttered under their own eyes, they thought they were already quiet, but when they looked up, they saw that the eyes of several people were falling on them. His face flushed, and he smiled a little embarrassedly, but he didn't dare to speak again.

"Do I need to do anything to prepare?"

Tang Xiaojing didn't intend to explain anything to these young people, nodded at them casually, and turned his gaze to Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan shook his head gently, casually took the small bag on his shoulder, and took out the Yunlong Nine Needles from the bag. Although it was the third time he had seen this set of needles, Tang Xiaojing's face still had an expression of exclamation and pilgrimage, which was very solemn.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, and the door of the ward was opened again, Zhao Fan glanced up, and saw Zhuang Xinyi, who was tidy up, appeared at the door.

There were still tears on her face, and her expression looked a little tired, and after entering the door, she walked in front of Zhao Fan without stopping, bent down and bowed to him seriously, and said sincerely: "Thank you for saving me!"

"Don't take it to heart, I've already said hello to Dean Tang, and you will take care of Mengmeng in the future!"

Zhao Fan smiled and stretched out his hand to help her up, and pointed to Chen Yumeng, who fell asleep again on the hospital bed, and said.

"I'm sorry I misunderstood you before!"

Zhuang Xinyi should have known some information before she came, and when she heard this, she bent down again, ready to bow to Zhao Fan.

It's just that Zhao Fan didn't know that she had so many courtesies, and after he finished speaking, he was about to go to Chen Yumeng for treatment, and he took a step forward with his feet raised. And Zhuang Xinyi bowed slightly flusteredly, and her smooth forehead hit his chest.

"Ahh

Zhuang Xinyi, who snorted softly, stretched out her hand to support him in a panic, wanting to retreat a little distance. Who knew that under the panic, the force on his hands was too great, and the carpet with a lot of friction under his feet was hung, and his body instantly lost his balance.

Zhao Fan subconsciously stretched out his hand, and Zhuang Xinyi's somewhat hot body came to her arms again.

Zhuang Xinyi's watery eyes fell on Zhao Fan's close face, this is the second time the two have met, and she doesn't know how many times she has been held in her arms......

"It's disgusting, is this here to heal the disease, or is it here to pick up girls?"

"I dare to say that he must have something to do with Dean Tang, it's really a headache, our hospital already has Zheng Hong's second ancestor, and it looks like another one is coming now!"

Wen Xiang was as soft as her arms, Zhuang Xinyi was also a little dazed, Zhao Fan naturally would not take the initiative to push her away, and the two hugged a little stiffly for a few seconds. It was just a few seconds, and there were a few sneers and ridicules among the few doctors who had been looking at this side coldly.

Hearing these words, Zhuang Xinyi reacted, her pretty face was red all the way to the root of her ears, and she ran to the side of the hospital bed with her head down.

Zhao Fan's eyes glanced at these people's faces lightly, and his gaze finally fell on Tang Xiaojing's face. If it weren't for Tang Xiaojing begging him to give him a chance, let these people come and see, where would he need so many people to surround here?

"Shut up!"

Tang Xiaojing's face was not very good-looking, he took a big turn to give these people the opportunity, but he was regarded as abusing power for personal gain. He was really aggrieved to death in his heart, and he couldn't wait to strangle these fools who thought they were smart.

"Help me sterilize the silver needle!"

Zhao Fan didn't bother to pay attention to the young doctors who were obviously still unconvinced, handed the needle bag in his hand to Zhuang Xinyi, who was a little at a loss, and arranged it softly.

"He's not going to use acupuncture, is he?

Although Tang Xiaojing's face turned dark, there were always people who were unconscious, or maybe they were too surprised. When he saw Zhao Fan pick up the silver needle, he subconsciously spoke up. But this time, no one responded to him, and everyone looked at the silver needle in Zhao Fan's hand intently.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, and when the silver needle appeared in Zhao Fan's hand, he was completely like a different person. Solemn, solemn, and even with a certain divine brilliance, people dare not blaspheme.

He was slow to get the needle down, but his fingers were very steady, and the silver needle barely fluttered in his hand.

The child is only three and a half years old, and she has been sick since birth, she looks very thin, and it is difficult to find the acupuncture points on her body. But Zhao Fan didn't seem to look too closely, every time the silver needle fell, the hearts of several people around him jumped to their throats. looked carefully, but found that he recognized the acupoints accurately, and there was no deviation at all.

"It seems that we have made a joke, just this hand acupuncture, there are few people in our hospital who can compare to him!" a young doctor shook his head slightly, with a wry smile on his face.

"Shut up!"

Four or five voices rang out at the same time, all glaring at the man who spoke. The man was suddenly startled, and kept putting together his face, his face full of apology and embarrassment, and he no longer dared to make the slightest sound.

There were ten children in the house, but it was surprisingly quiet, and everyone watched Zhao Fan pay attention to it. From the initial disapproval to the exclamation on his face, it was just a moment's effort.

Zhuang Xinyi is a very caring girl, while paying attention to the child's situation, she stretched out her hand from time to time and gently helped Zhao Fan wipe the sweat on her forehead.

The silver needle is very light, but when it is held by Zhao Fan, it seems to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The room was so quiet that each other's breath could be heard, and soon everyone heard a buzzing tremble. Following the sound, it was soon found that this sound actually came from the silver needle in Zhao Fan's hand, and it was not until this time that everyone could see clearly that the silver needle was not static in his hand. Instead, it vibrates at a very small speed, and the frequency is very high.

"Luck needle!"

Whether you understand acupuncture or not, seeing this, these four words flashed in everyone's minds almost at the same time.

At the same time, for the first time, everyone took their eyes off the silver needle in his hand and subconsciously fell on his face.

With thick eyebrows, sparkling eyes, and an angular face, he wasn't the most handsome, but easily attracted attention. The most important thing is that he is so young.

The more I don't understand, the more mysterious I feel, and the more I understand, the more I know how to be in awe.

Qi luck acupuncture is a combination of Chinese martial arts and acupuncture and moxibustion, and qi and acupuncture are indispensable. Acupuncture requires a long period of practice and sufficient clinical experience to be successful. And martial arts also require years of hard training to develop such a thing as "qi".

It is unlikely that a young man in his twenties could do all of this, but now, the truth is happening in front of everyone.

The treatment took nearly two hours, and after all of it was done, Zhao Fan felt that his whole person was collapsed. After retracting the silver needle on the child's body, his body shook for a while, and Zhuang Xinyi on the side quickly supported him. The young doctors all gathered around and helped him to the couch beside him.

"Can you please go and prepare something to eat for the child? Preferably a liquid diet, it is estimated that she will wake up in half an hour." Zhao Fan didn't pay so much attention to it, leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable position, looked at Zhuang Xinyi and said.

"Okay, I'll get ready right away. ”

Zhuang Xinyi was slightly stunned, nodded, and quickly walked out of the ward. As she went out, she glanced back at the child on the bed, and although it was not so obvious, she clearly felt that the sallow color on her skin seemed to be much lighter.

While feeling happy in his heart, he turned his head to look at Zhao Fan again, and found that after a short period of time, he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"The combination of ancient acupuncture and flying meridian qi, and the ability to use qi luck acupuncture, no wonder he dares to say that this child's illness will definitely be cured!"

After a long time, Tang Xiaojing looked at Zhao Fan, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and let out an exclamation.

"Dean, this, where did you get this doctor?

Several young people seemed to have learned what politeness was only at this time, and carefully gathered in front of Tang Xiaojing, with an embarrassed smile on their faces, and asked in a low voice.

"Now I know what it means to have someone outside of people? I originally wanted to hire him to our hospital, but they didn't want to be a doctor full-time. By coincidence, being able to let him show his medical skills in our hospital is also a long insight for you. ”

"This child's illness is not estimated to be treated in a day or two, whether you can learn something depends on your ability!"

Tang Xiaojing looked at a few young people, and a calm face was a lesson. These guys all kept nodding their heads, and when they looked at Zhao Fan, they all regretted a little.

I knew that this person was so good, how could they dare to talk so nonsense and not take others seriously?