The corners of Wang Linxin's mouth couldn't help twitching fiercely, this Zhang Miaosheng said it well, don't worry about Yang Fan, in fact, it's not to get Wang Linxin's 20 million!

Thinking of this, Wang Linxin's eyes were like sharp blades, and he scratched Yang Fan fiercely, if it wasn't for Yang Fan, how could he give 10 million more.

"Damn boy!" Wang Linxin looked at Yang Fan, gritted his teeth, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

However, Yang Fan looked calm, and he didn't look at Wang Linxin at all.

"Muscle strengthening injections, but in vain. The corners of Yang Fan's mouth hooked a sneer, and his eyes looked at Zhang Miaosheng who was carefully administering needles to patients.

The patient on the hospital bed became like this by eating the necromantic fruit by mistake, and Zhang Miaosheng's treatment of Zhao's syndrome will not play any role at all, but will stimulate the patient and magnify the patient's pain.

Snort!

At this time, the silver needle in Zhang Miaosheng's hand had already fallen and pierced into the major acupuncture points throughout the patient's body.

Zhang Miaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was focused, meticulous, and extremely cautious fiddling with the small silver needles on the patient's body.

"Seven points deep, three points backwards, three weeks of left rotation, seven weeks of right rotation, it is really a muscle strengthening needle!" On the side, Qin Yuanzhi was dumbfounded and shocked.

Qin Yuanzhi was also fortunate to have seen muscle strengthening injections, but they were incomplete, missing the second half, Qin Yuanzhi never expected that there were still people in this world who could perform complete muscle strengthening injections.

"You see, the patient seems to be much more relieved. ”

"Look, the patient seems to be blinking. ”

"I noticed that the patient's spirit was much better. ”

……

The crowd stared at the patient on the hospital bed with fiery eyes, and their hearts were full of surprise.

As long as the patient can recover, the crisis in their hospital will be completely resolved.

In front of the hospital bed, Zhang Miaosheng wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Zhang Miaosheng took a deep breath and was about to withdraw the silver needle and end the treatment.

However, the patient on the hospital bed trembled suddenly, and then, like a corpse, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Miaosheng's arm, and let out a pig-killing scream came out of his mouth: "Ah! It hurts! Quimp, you quack, you quack, you want to kill me!"

The patient's face was distorted, blood was oozing from the pores of his body, and his palms were frantically scratching Zhang Miaosheng.

Under the frantic scratching of the patient, Zhang Miaosheng's sterile gown had already appeared small holes.

Seeing this, Zhang Miaosheng couldn't help but become anxious, the patient in front of him was suffering from infectious Zhao's syndrome, if the sterile suit was damaged by him, then it was not good that Zhang Miaosheng would also be infected.

"Cao, let go, let go!" Zhang Miaosheng broke out in a cold sweat and was very anxious, struggling and slapping his hand with the patient's arm that grabbed him like crazy.

Zhang Miaosheng tried his best, and then he gasped and got rid of the shackles.

"Old Zhang, are you okay?" Wang Linxin was the first to come back to his senses, took three steps together, and hurriedly stepped forward.

However, Zhang Miaosheng's face was pale, his face twitched, and he shouted angrily: "I can't cure this patient!

Zhang Miaosheng snorted coldly, and his heart palpitated.

"Elder Zhang, why don't you try again?" Wang Linxin forced a smile from his face and asked tentatively.

However, Zhang Miaosheng's face shrugged down in an instant, his cold gaze swept over Wang Linxin, and he said coldly: "Wang Linxin, if you want to die, go by yourself, don't pull me!"

Zhang Miaosheng glanced at the patient on the hospital bed, and was afraid for a while, if he hadn't run fast just now, he was afraid that he would have been scratched by the patient.

As a Chinese medicine expert in Huaguo, Zhang Miaosheng naturally knows very well that many infectious diseases will be transmitted through scratching and biting!

Once Zhang Miaosheng is infected, he himself will not be able to return to heaven.

Zhang Miaosheng's fist clenched hard, turned around and wanted to leave, but Wang Linxin stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Miaosheng, and hurriedly said: "Old Zhang, you can't go, you want to go, what should I do?"

Wang Linxin was about to cry, now the reporters of the major media in Xiangjiang City are on their way, once the media in Xiangjiang City are allowed to photograph this scene, he is afraid that the position of vice president will not be saved, and the entire Xiangjiang City may have to be turned upside down.

This is contagious Zhao's syndrome, and if it is not done well, it will affect the whole of China!

"Yang Fan, why don't you help the uncle. At this time, Xu Wanqing suddenly spoke.

Xu Wanqing's voice was not loud, but it kept echoing in the conference room, if it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere was too serious now, the crowd would have already laughed.

After all, how could Yang Fan, a teenager who looked like a high school student, cure the patients on the hospital bed.

"Uncle, Yang Fan can help you. Xu Wanqing turned around and glanced at Qin Yuanzhi.

Qin Yuanzhi was stunned, he knew that Xu Wanqing had always been smart and sensible, and it was absolutely impossible to deceive him at such a time.

Qin Yuanzhi gritted his teeth, walked in front of Yang Fan with a firm expression, bowed to Yang Fan cautiously and said, "Yang Fan, please help me, help the entire hospital, and save these innocent patients." ”

"Yang Fan, you can help my dad. On the side, Qin Xiang also hurriedly walked up and said a word in Yang Fan's ear like a coquette.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly, and then said, "Okay." ”

The patient on the hospital bed accidentally ingested the Necro Fruit, and Yang Fan could only get the whereabouts of the Necro Fruit from him if he cured him.

Therefore, whether it was to help Qin Yuanzhi or to find the whereabouts of the Necromantic Fruit, Yang Fan had to save the patients on the hospital bed.

"Hehe, ridiculous, Qin Yuanzhi, since you believe that kid, then you can go to him!" In the conference room, Zhang Miaosheng sneered and turned around.

Seeing this, Wang Lin was in a hurry with confidence, and scolded angrily while holding Zhang Miaosheng: "Qin Yuanzhi, you are so crazy! You believe Zhang Lao's words, you have to believe a high school student, are you particularly sick?!"

"Qin Yuanzhi, do you know that the media in Xiangjiang City have already come, once this accident is reported by the media, you and I will be finished!"

The more Wang Linxin spoke, the more angry he became, and his whole body trembled slightly, but Yang Fan had already walked in front of the patient with a calm expression.

Yang Fan flipped it with one hand and took out the silver needle from his sleeve, and then, Yang Fan moved lightly with his palm, and the silver needle in his hand came out, like raindrops, neatly sprinkled on various acupuncture points on the patient's body.

"Enter!" Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and with a slight pressure with one hand, the silver needle on the patient's body rotated and fell into the patient's body.

"This ...... What kind of silver needle technique is this?!" Zhang Miaosheng, who was walking towards the gate, was slightly stunned, and looked at Yang Fan's silver needle technique with a shocked look.