The Han family's villa is currently three o'clock in the morning, but it is still brightly lit, and in addition to the Han family, there are some strangers.

There was an old man lying on the sofa in the living room, angry as a gossamer, obviously dying, due to many years of illness, his body suffered a lot of torture, his cheeks were sunken, and he was not human-shaped.

Next to the old man, there stood a middle-aged man and a woman, the man was straight, with a murderous aura, obviously a military posture, and the woman was graceful and luxurious, not an ordinary family.

"Uncle Han, when will people come?" the man's name was Fan Yong. The high-level of the North China Military Region is one level higher than Yan Zhenghua, the real big man of the North China Military Region, and the one lying down is his father Fan Huang, who has been ill for many years and has not been cured. This time I came to Yangcheng because there was a foreign expert who gave a lecture, but after arriving in Yangcheng, the expert was arrogant, saying that it was too late and did not meet the patient. That's why Fan Yong's family arrived at Han's house.

"It should be soon. "Han Jiang and Fan Huang are old buddies, Fan Huang's illness is very clear to him, in fact, he has issued countless critical illness notices many years ago, if it weren't for the famous doctor and medicine that Fan Yong sought, he would have died a long time ago.

Fan Yong was anxious, and the lady standing beside him also looked like a pear blossom with rain.

At this time, a gringo walked into the Han family's villa, angry, and muttered: "It's really lawless, is this how you Huaxia treats distinguished guests?"

The gringo's name is Martin, and he is a top expert in internal medicine abroad, and this time he came to Huaxia, in addition to making money, but also to promote the power of Western medicine, because in Martin's eyes, he has always regarded Chinese medicine as a sideline.

There were a few men standing next to Martin, who had obviously been invited in a special way, and it was no wonder that he was so angry.

"Professor Ma, I hope you can save my father, if it wasn't for the last resort, I wouldn't have asked you in such a way. Fan Yong was polite, and bent down slightly to Martin.

Seeing Fan Yong's humble attitude, the attitude of the Venerable Man couldn't help but emerge, and he said coldly: "You Huaxia people are too rude, it's just rude, you want me to treat him, is this your sincerity?"

"How much do you want, just ask, less fucking nonsense. Han Tao on the side said coldly, he couldn't get used to seeing anyone pretending to be high in front of him, and he knew the relationship between Emperor Fan and his father, so as long as he could do it with money, Han Tao would never feel distressed.

When Martin heard Han Tao's words, he was immediately displeased, looked at Han Tao coldly, and said, "Who are you, dare to be unreasonable to me?"

Han Tao just wanted to be angry, Han Jiang glared, and said to Martin: "Professor Ma, this is my son, I am very offended, I hope you will bear with me, please treat the patient as soon as possible, he can't last long." ”

Han Jiang called Jiang Long, who was also in a hurry to go to the doctor, wanting more protection. Although Jiang Long saved Han Xiao, Fan Huang's illness has been a stubborn illness for many years, and Jiang Long is not a doctor, so his hope is still in Martin.

"I hope Professor Ma will make a move. Fan Yong pressed his temper, if it weren't for his identity, he would never have talked so much nonsense to Martin.

At this time, Jiang Long came to Han's house, stood aside with Han Xiao, and learned about the situation at home through Han Xiao, but he didn't rush forward, he was not good at curing this kind of thing, since there is a foreign expert here, let's take a look at the expert's ability.

Martin is also a smart man, and he knows that if he doesn't make a move, he will definitely not be able to get out of the way, after all, this group of people does not seem to be easy to mess with.

However, when Martin checked Fan Huang's recent medical information, he shook his head and said to Fan Yong: "Your father is no longer saved, let's prepare for the future." ”

"How could it be. Hearing this, Fan Yong hurriedly said as if he had been struck by lightning: "Some time ago, there was a very famous Chinese medicine doctor, and he said that my father would be treated properly. You can live a few more years, but your condition suddenly worsened just now, you are an expert, how can you not be saved?"

"Chinese medicine?" Martin sneered at these two words, and said disdainfully: "Your Chinese medicine is just a crooked and evil way. In my opinion, Chinese medicine is quack, and if you had come to me earlier, maybe I could have cured him. ”

Hear this. Everyone present was indignant, Martin said in front of a group of Chinese people that Chinese medicine is quack, how can this be acceptable?

"This dead old man dares to slander our Chinese medicine. Han Xiao clenched his fists, eager to beat Martin all over the ground to find teeth.

"Professor Ma, although Western medicine is advanced. But Chinese medicine also has a desirable way, you slander the quintessence of China like this, you lose your identity, right?" Han Jiang almost gritted his teeth and said this.

When Martin heard this, he looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and said lightly: "Since you are so good at Chinese medicine, why do you come to me?

These words left everyone present speechless. I just feel that a bad breath is blocked in my heart, and I can't get out.

"Professor Ma, is my father really hopeless?" asked Fan Yong, who refused to give up.

"This is quack medicine, if you had found a Western medicine expert in this area earlier, your father's condition might not have deteriorated to such a serious level. Martin said.

Jiang Long stepped out. This old man has repeatedly slandered Chinese medicine, he really can't stand it, although he doesn't know how to heal, but it's okay to fool people.

"Professor sycophancy, right? You can't cure it, why do you slander Chinese medicine?" Jiang Long said coldly.

At this time, Fan Yong noticed Jiang Long. For this young man who was born out of nowhere, he couldn't help frowning, and he still had hope for Martin, because Martin refused to make a move, and Fan Huang was dead, such an ignorant junior contradicted Martin. What if it upsets him?

And in Fan Yong's view, Martin deliberately said these words to raise his worth.

"What are you, young man, can you cure it?" Martin looked at Jiang Long with a sneer.

"If I am cured, you kneel down and apologize to the Chinese medicine doctor. How's that?" Jiang Long said.

"Hahahaha. Martin laughed ruthlessly, in his opinion, Jiang Long, a little kid who is no more than twenty years old, even if he really understands Chinese medicine, that is, just scratching the surface, how can he cure Fan Huang? If it is an old Chinese medicine doctor, Martin may still be a little jealous.

In Martin's heart, he didn't think that Chinese medicine was useless, as a doctor, he naturally understood the merits of Chinese medicine, and what he said was simply prejudice and contempt for Chinese medicine. Or to put it bluntly, it is to look down on this race.

"Boy, do you know who you're talking to? I'm the top internal medicine expert in the country. ”

"So, are you scared and don't dare to bet with me?" Jiang Long said lightly.

Martin was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, how could he not dare? I'll bet with you, but if you can't save me, you'll have to kneel down for me and admit that Chinese medicine is a quack. ”

"Good. Jiang Long replied decisively.

Han Jiang glanced at Jiang Long worriedly, the burden of traditional Chinese medicine fell into Jiang Long's hands inexplicably. If Jiang Long and others were allowed to make moves in martial arts, Han Jiang would definitely believe him 100%, but this medical skill is completely different from martial arts, as the saying goes, interlacing is like separating mountains, this sentence is not a joke.

"Who are you?" Fan Yong looked at Jiang Long vigilantly, he hadn't agreed to be a son yet. The two of them took his father as a bet, and they were naturally very unhappy.

Jiang Long bent down slightly to Fan Yong, this big gift, even Han Jiang has never had, because Jiang Long can see that he has the same temperament as Yan Zhenghua, for this kind of soldier, Jiang Long has a great respect, because behind the quiet years, it is these soldiers who are moving forward with a load.

Seeing that Jiang Long was so polite, Fan Yong's displeasure was slightly relieved and he looked at Han Jiang.

"Ayong, this is the young man I mentioned to you. Han Jiang said.

Fan Yong looked at Han Jiang in surprise, although he had already heard of Jiang Long's name and knew that Jiang Long had cured Han Xiao, but he didn't expect that it would be so young, only a teenager!

Fan Yong was not in the military region during this time. So he didn't know about Jiang Long's subjugation of the giant and the Yangcheng Martial Arts Realm, and if he knew this, he would probably be even more unbelievable.

"I can save him, please trust me. Jiang Long said.

Han Xiao's illness has also been a stubborn illness for many years, and he has been cured by countless famous doctors, but he was cured by Jiang Long. This shows that he does have some strength, so Fan Yong stopped stopping and nodded to Jiang Long.

Since he wants to show the breadth and profundity of Chinese medicine, Jiang Long has to come up with some shelves.

"Is there a silver needle?" Jiang Long asked.

"Yes. Fan Yong's wife Meng Qian hurriedly replied that since Fan Huang's illness over the years has been based on traditional Chinese medicine restraint, she also learned some simple acupuncture to help Fan Huang relieve pain, and the silver needles will naturally be carried with her.

Spreading out the needle bag, Jiang Long twisted a silver needle with a solemn face, he had long been familiar with the acupoints of the human body, because he explained very deeply in refining the gods.

However, in a short period of time, Jiang Long had already applied eighteen needles, and each needle was ingested into Fan Huang's body with an internal force.

Jiang Long didn't know what kind of illness he had, but he could feel that his internal organs had completely weakened through his internal forces, which was a troublesome thing.

"If you can save people with just two punctures, wouldn't it become a joke for us to spend so much money on the equipment researched by Western medicine?" Martin couldn't help but sneer on the side, in his opinion, Jiang Long was just pretending to be a ghost, and it wasn't any acupuncture bullshit.

At this moment, Emperor Fan suddenly trembled, and his face was extremely painful.

Martin was overjoyed and said to Jiang Long: "Hey, I said it, Chinese medicine is just quacks, look, now we have to treat the dead." ”