Chapter 117: "That's It?"
"Don't talk nonsense, you must know that people can't be good-looking, the sea can't be measured, some people's abilities are not measured by age, this Mr. Ye is such a strange person, when I see him, give me some respect, you can't take your eldest lady's temper, you know?" Wang Bingzhen explained to his granddaughter.
"Got it. β
Wang Sisi said depressedly. Grandpa is really, he is in his twenties, how can he not even know the importance of this, and he can use it to talk about himself as a clichΓ©?
"Who's coming?"
Ye Rongrong asked the oncoming Liu Jingqing.
"It's Mr. Wang, who said he came to you for treatment. Liu Jingqing said.
"I thought he wouldn't come, but I didn't expect to come a few days later. β
Ye Rongrong said happily, after all, this is the task of the system, and now the frequency of the system issuing tasks to itself is becoming less and less, and Ye Rongrong cherishes every task.
If this Wang Bingzhen doesn't believe that he can cure his illness and doesn't come to him for treatment, this system task will be withdrawn after a certain period of time, and when the next task is reached, Ye Rongrong doesn't know when it will be.
"Mr. Wang, we meet again. β
Ye Rongrong warmly held Wang Bingzhen and said. Now in Ye Rongrong's eyes, this Wang Bingzhen is like those "monsters" in the game, who bring him experience points, can Ye Rongrong not be enthusiastic when he sees him?
"I am also very happy to see Mr. Ye again. β
Wang Bingzhen also said happily. For Wang Bingzhen, since seeing the very spiritual animals in Ye Rongrong's family, he has a lot more confidence that Ye Rongrong can cure his illness, after all, a person who can tame such a big wild boar king and have a spiritual parrot is definitely not a mortal in Wang Bingzhen's opinion.
"Let's go, sit in the house. β
Ye Rongrong enthusiastically pulled Wang Bingzhen to the house, Ye Rongrong was now a little anxious to cure Wang Bingzhen's illness as soon as possible and get the reward of the system as soon as possible.
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"Mr. Ye, are you going to treat my grandfather?"
Wang Sisi saw Ye Rongrong open a cloth bag, and there were dozens of silver needles of different lengths in it, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Mr. Ye, let me introduce you, this is my Sun Queen Sisi. Wang Bingzhen saw Ye Rongrong frowning and looking at his granddaughter, so he hurriedly introduced Ye Rongrong.
Don't look at Wang Bing, who is really a billionaire, and the chairman of a large group, and he is a lot older than Ye Rongrong, but he still looks cautious in front of Ye Rongrong.
After all, now Ye Rongrong is a doctor, and Wang Bingzhen is a patient, no matter how rich and powerful a person is, as long as he is sick, he is very respectful in front of the doctor.
There are two professions in this world that are most respected, one is a teacher and the other is a doctor. No matter how powerful and rich a person is, he will lower his status when he sees teachers and doctors.
The profession of teachers is respectable because they educate us, let us learn knowledge, so that human civilization can continue endlessly, and doctors, who can cure our diseases, are angels in white who save lives.
Of course, I have to say that the current society has changed a lot, and these two professions that used to be respected by people have also begun to deteriorate a little, and the behavior of a very small number of teachers and doctors has seriously damaged people's high respect for these two professions.
"Hello, don't disturb me when I give your grandfather an injection, if I plug it in the wrong place, there will be problems. β
After Ye Rongrong solemnly explained, he no longer paid attention to Wang Sisi, but was thinking about which models of silver to use to make the needle work best.
"Got it. β
Wang Sisi replied a little depressed. Wang Sisi consciously realized that whether she was in school or in her circle of friends, she was definitely a big beauty, and anyone who pursued herself could build a company.
It's good now, this man named Ye Rongrong hasn't looked at him directly since he entered the courtyard, and he still talks to himself so unceremoniously.
Wang Sisi admits that he is not as beautiful as his wife Liu Jingqing, but he is not so unbearable that he doesn't even look at himself.
This point made Wang Sisi very depressed, if it weren't for his grandfather's illness and this stinky man to heal him, Wang Sisi would have turned around and left by now, which really hurt his self-esteem.
"Mr. Wang, let's start now. After Ye Rongrong confirmed the acupuncture plan, he turned back to Wang Bingzhen and said.
"Mr. Ye, then I'll trouble you. β
Wang Bingzhen said with a deep breath. Don't look at Wang Bingzhen's age, he is still a billionaire, and he is a little nervous at this time.
Although he believed in Ye Rongrong's medical skills, seeing that Ye Rongrong actually pulled out such a large handful of bright needles, and these needles were about to pierce his body in the next moment, even anyone sitting in Wang Bingzhen's current position couldn't help but be nervous.
Look at these needles, the short ones are no more than the length of an adult's little finger, including the tip of the handle, but the long ones are nearly a foot and a half long only the tip of the needle; the thin ones look trembling and trembling, and the thick ones are almost the thickness of a toothpick......
Although Wang Bingzhen felt a little trembling the more he thought about it, in the end, out of inexplicable trust, he still stubbornly stood up and prepared to accept Ye Rongrong's acupuncture treatment.
Ye Rongrong ignored Wang Bingzhen's nervous expression at this time, which had already begun to stiffen, now that he had completely entered the identity of a doctor, as a doctor, how could his emotions be disturbed by the emotions of patients.
Therefore, Ye Rongrong started the treatment work by himself, and after the selected moxibustion needles were picked up one by one on the alcohol lamp brought down with the moxibustion needles before, he asked Wang Bingzhen to pull up his trouser legs, take off his shirt, expose the knees of his legs and the back of the bare board, and began to needle the acupoints on Wang Bingzhen's legs and back.
Dozens of silver needles in Ye Rongrong's hand quickly and accurately fell to various acupoints near Wang Bingzhen's knees, but in the blink of an eye, dozens of silver needles were all inserted into Wang Bingzhen's legs.
Although the moxibustion needles are long and short, deep and shallow, they did not bring even the slightest pain to the old man Wang Bingzhen, and the feeling of the needle tip breaking the flesh is even lighter than a mosquito bite.
When the position of dozens of silver needles was settled, Ye Rongrong's ten slender fingers quickly pressed back and forth at the handles of dozens of silver needles.
Ye Rongrong's technique is exquisite and skillful, but in about five minutes, a set of acupuncture and moxibustion acupuncture methods are completed in Ye Rongrong's hands.
Before everyone had woken up from Ye Rongrong's phantom-like dancing fingers, Ye Rongrong had already finished getting the needles and immersed dozens of used moxibustion needles into a glass bottle filled with medical alcohol.
Seeing that Wang Bingzhen was still sitting there blankly, and he still had the intention of continuing to be in a daze, Ye Rongrong reminded with a smile: "Mr. Wang, how about standing up?"
"That's it?"
Wang Bingzhen asked in disbelief, after all, this is too fast, Wang Bingzhen himself hasn't reacted yet.
You must know that this disease has been entangled with Wang Bingzhen for decades, in order to treat this disease, Wang Bingzhen doesn't know how much money he spent, how many famous doctors he found, and as a result, he has not been cured for decades, and now this Ye Rongrong just inserted dozens of silver needles in his body, and the whole process did not take more than ten minutes.
said that his illness had been cured, which made Wang Bingzhen unbelievable.