"What did that young man from Huaxia mean, and why did Dean Shi take him away?"

A foreigner asked the interpreter.

"The young man said he could heal, and Dean Shi took him to see the prime minister!" replied the interpreter.

"How is it possible, even our top expert group can't do anything, he's just a little ghost!" said the foreigner doctor.

"That's right, he must be bragging, Chinese people have a habit of talking big!"

"That's right, we represent the highest level of Western medicine, he, a Chinese boy?"

Maybe they wanted to save their face, and these world's top Western doctors mocked Jiang Xiaobai who was leaving.

Who asked Jiang Xiaobai to give this job that they didn't dare to take next, this was obviously a loss of face for these doctors.

Hearing the words of these foreigners, the interpreter was also angry.

"That young man is a Chinese medicine practitioner, and if you can't cure a disease with Western medicine, it doesn't necessarily mean that Chinese medicine can't cure it!"

"Chinese medicine?"

In the conference room, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

More than ten seconds later, a burst of laughter erupted in the room.

"Hahahaha, old Jack, did you hear me, just now he said Chinese medicine, do they want to use that kind of needle for craniotomy?"

The Western doctor, known as Old Jack, shrugged his shoulders and said in a strange voice: "Who knows, maybe cupping, or scraping, can bring the prime minister back to life!"

"Hahahaha!" was another burst of even more unbridled laughter.

"Old Jack, I have to say that your level of ridicule is much higher than your level of medical skills!" the yellowbearded doctor clutched his belly and laughed wildly.

The translator felt very angry and wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak, after all, Chinese medicine really didn't seem to have any good deeds, so he had to black his face and prepare to leave.

"Wait!"

Just then, a white-bearded doctor called him out.

"Sir, can you tell me that the young man who left just now is a Chinese medicine doctor, what is his name?" asked Maximilion.

The translator recalled for a moment, remembered what Dean Shi had said, and replied, "His name is Jiang Xiaobai." ”

"Ginger, oh, is he really called ginger?" exclaimed Maximilion.

Prospel, who was standing beside him, also touched his Mediterranean Sea, and said with annoyance: "I'll just say it, he looks familiar, oh damn it, the Orientals always look so similar, I didn't even recognize him just now!"

Immediately after, the two looked at each other, and then pushed open the door of the conference room with a tacit understanding and rushed out.

"Hey, Dr. Mark, what are you going to do?" asked the Yellowbeard Doctor aloud.

"Chinese medicine, miraculous Chinese medicine, maybe miracles will really happen, if you don't want to miss the opportunity to witness miracles happen, just follow my footsteps!"

As the words fell, the figures of Maximilion and Prospel had disappeared from the door of the conference room.

The rest of the doctors looked at each other, wondering what had happened or why two of their companions had suddenly said such a thing.

You must know that the medical skills of these two doctors are definitely first-class among their group of top Western medicine experts, and Dr. Maximilion is the head of the delegation.

Can Chinese medicine really give birth to miracles?

After hesitating for a moment, Dr. Yellowbeard decided to keep up, anyway, it was a moment of effort, and they were idle, so it was better to go and have a good time.

In the special needs senior ward of Union Hospital, President Shi led Jiang Xiaobai here.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Xiao went directly into the room.

"Oh, he hasn't been sterilized yet, just going in like this, it will cause the patient to get a bacterial infection!"

"Is he really a doctor? It's murder!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai walk in through the glass window, the Western doctor outside the door began to beep again.

"Shut up!"

At this time, Dean Shi didn't care so much.

Although Jiang Xiaobai is inside and he is outside, but the two of them are now grasshoppers on the same line, if this treatment really fails, then everything is over, what else does he have to worry about.

If Jiang Xiaobai really turned the tide, then ......

In the ward, Jiang Xiaobai walked in front of the patient.

The patient was a golden retriever in his fifties, tall, in his early eights, slightly chubby, with a layer of fat piled up on his belly.

At this time, he was lying quietly on the bed, with oxygen in his nose, on the heart rate monitor, the wavy line was undulating, there was no rhythm at all, and the heartbeat showed that it had exceeded 200, which was a typical rapid heartbeat, and the heart rate would rise, and he would die suddenly at any time.

Jiang Xiaobai covered his eyes with mana and urged his perspective to look over.

I saw that in the patient's skull, the blood had been glued together with the gray brain, and the bloodshot was like a spider's web, spreading between the grooves and fissures of the brain, which reminded Jiang Xiaobai of a famous dish, "Eat monkey brain raw"!

After determining the condition, Jiang Xiaobai moved.

With a flip of his wrist, nine needles appeared on his palm.

I saw that between the dances with his hands, nine needles were inserted into the patient's Baihui, Shenting, Sun, Ear Gate, Eye, Renzhong, Dumb Gate, Wind Pool, and Renying Nine Acupoints.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xiaobai took out a golden needle that was longer than all the previous needles and stabbed it at the back of the patient's head.

"Oh, what is he doing?" exclaimed the yellow-bearded doctor.

You must know that Jiang Xiaobai pierced nine needles on the prime minister's head just now, which already frightened him, and now, the golden needle in Jiang Xiaobai's hand is as long as a palm, at least seventeen or eighteen centimeters.

"Acupuncture, that's right, this is acupuncture!" In the crowd, only two foreigners, Maximilion and Prospel, shouted excitedly.

They remembered the last time Jiang Xiaobai pricked their patient with a needle in front of them, and then a miracle happened.

Could it be that this time, will the miracle continue to happen?

In the next second, Jiang Xiaobai told him the answer, yes!

I saw Jiang Xiaobai's index finger and middle finger together, twisting the tail of the golden needle, and then stabbing down, and the fingers twisted in a mysterious rhythm.

With his twisting, a blood mark appeared on the tail of the golden needle.

The blood stains grew larger and larger, and finally merged into a stream of blood.

Gradually, the blood flow thinned out, and after five minutes, there was no trace of blood.

"Look!"

At this time, a foreigner doctor pointed to the heart rate monitor in the room and shouted.

On the heart rate monitor, Dominic's heart rate curve has become very stable, and the heartbeat has also stabilized above 95.

"Oh cake seller, miracle, this is a miracle!"

A group of foreigners and Western doctors rushed in like a swarm of bees to open the door of the room, surrounding Jiang Xiaobai and the patients on the bed.

"Is this Chinese medicine, is this acupuncture, it's simply unbelievable!"

Jiang Xiaobai's expression was indifferent, he looked down at the heroes, and said with a slight smile: "Yes, this is Chinese medicine!"

(End of chapter)