The mocking gaze in the room fell on Wang Zhuo, this kid really has to make inches, he is self-inflicted, and he can't live.

Wang Zhuo saw that he didn't move for a long time, so he stopped and said, "Since you can't give up this face, then I haven't said it, goodbye!"

"Wait!" Zheng Xianjun stopped Wang Zhuo with a gloomy face, suddenly strode in front of Wang Zhuo, and bowed deeply, "Mr. Wang, I was offended a lot just now, please bear with me, and for the sake of Wang Lao being seriously ill and bedridden, let go of what I just said like a fart." ”

He knows very well that his future depends on Secretary Wang, if Wang Zhuo really thinks that he will leave for his own reasons, Secretary Wang will not say anything in his mouth, but there will definitely be a pimple in his heart.

Therefore, he apologized very simply, if this kid can't do it, he has a hundred ways to get back the grievances he has suffered now.

Zheng Xianjun's actions made everyone present stunned.

Nie Bin sneered: "Wang Zhuo, now that you apologize, what other excuse do you have?"

Wang Zhuo lazily cared about him, strode forward, and said as he walked, "Take me to the ward." ”

"Hmph, let him be angry for a while, and we'll see how he steps down later!" Nie Bin looked at Wang Zhuo's back and sneered, and then flattered: "Secretary Zheng, I've wronged you." ”

Zheng Xianjun's face was very ugly, and he bowed and apologized to a country boy in front of so many people, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and said lightly: "It's okay, everything is for Old Man Wang." ”

"Yes, yes. ”

The person next to him nodded.

Most of the doctors in the room watched coldly, and they didn't have any sympathy for Wang Zhuo's suicide, on the contrary, everyone still had some expectations in their hearts, waiting to see him unlucky.

"Dad, you've made me miserable now!" Ho Chi Minh complained in a low voice, he didn't dare to say a word now, he only hoped that he could completely separate himself from Wang Zhuo, after all, this guy was brought by himself.

Hu Qingquan glanced at him coldly and said, "You are the one who did it yourself!"

After speaking, he ignored his son with a bitter face, and followed everyone into the ward.

This ward is not big, about ten square meters, the decoration is very simple, a bed and a wardrobe, a TV series, a few chairs and no other furniture.

On the bed lay an old man, about eighty years old, with a thin face, shriveled and wrinkled skin, lying peacefully on the hospital bed.

Wang Zhuo walked directly to the front of the hospital bed, first looked at the patient seriously, and then began to check the pulse, everything was done in a good way.

Wang Zhuo lifted the quilt and took off the clothes on Wang Lao's body, and ordered, "Give me that bottle of disinfectant alcohol." ”

The people next to him were very cooperative, and quickly did as Wang Zhuo instructed.

"Stand out some. Wang Zhuo looked at the people gathered in front of the bed, poured alcohol on his hands, and began to rub back and forth.

At this time, some people still chose to retreat, and of course many people were sneering.

"Teng!"

At this moment, Wang Zhuo's palm suddenly ignited, and a light blue flame burned on his palm, which was the flame after the alcohol was ignited, but they didn't see when Wang Zhuo used fire.

"Hehe, the visual effect is good, even if you can't be a doctor, you can still be a miscellaneous. Nie Bin sneered, disapproving.

However, Wang Zhuo ignored him.

His hands suddenly grabbed Wang Lao's shoulders quickly, and then pulled down along his arm, and with a click, everyone heard the sound of fried beans.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were watched by Wang Zhuo.

I saw that Wang Zhuo's fingers were very flexible, pinching, pinching, pushing, or pressing...... More than a dozen techniques were performed on the patient, and the speed was dizzying, as if the fingers were twisted together and knotted.

This dazzled the people around him.

After Wang Zhuo's technique was performed, everyone found that the green tendons on Wang Lao's skin bulged one by one, which was very conspicuous.

"Pushing the dragon hand, oh my God, he actually used the dragon pushing hand?" Behind the hospital bed, Hu Qingquan was first fascinated by Wang Zhuo's technique, and when he saw the green tendons on Wang Lao's body bulging one by one, he let out a scream of surprise.

"Old Hu, what is a dragon pusher?" asked an old Chinese medicine doctor next to him, obviously he was also immersed in Wang Zhuo's technique.

"Tuilongshou, this is the lost massage method in traditional Chinese medicine, and it is known as the holy hand!" Hu Qingquan said in surprise regardless of everyone's faces.

"The dragon pushers of Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang, a generation of divine doctors during the Zhenguan period?, but according to classical records, wasn't this medical skill lost during the Anshi Rebellion?" A Chinese medicine doctor next to him frowned, and suddenly opened his brows and shouted.

When Nie Bin heard this, he said disdainfully: "What kind of dragon pusher, you have already said that it is lost, how can this kid be?"

"Let's not say whether it's true or not, even if he is true, this is an old medical technique from nearly a thousand years ago, and it can't keep up with the pace of the times. Nie Bin's father shook his head and said.

"You don't understand. Hu Lao's eyes stared at Wang Zhuo's technique, without blinking, and said: "I have seen the introduction of the dragon pusher from ancient books, the meridians are compared to the dragon veins, during the dragon pusher, the technique is like electricity, accurate in place, can activate the blood qi, even if the person is dead, he can also push the blood in his body alive, once someone died for half an hour, was rescued by the dragon pusher, you must know that era, there is no rescue method, it is countless times better than the electric shock chest you just said, hundreds of years ahead!"

"But I heard that this massage technique must be assisted by true qi, can he still have internal strength?"

Hearing Hu Qingquan's words, some people believed and some doubted, after all, these were all from his ancient books, and there was no evidence from anyone.

While they were still arguing, sweat was already pouring out of Wang Zhuo's forehead.

Obviously, the process is not as easy as it may seem.

"Whew......!"

At this moment, Wang Zhuo let out a long breath and placed Wang Lao in place.

"Wang Zhuo, how is it?" Wang Zhuo, who saw Wang Zhuo withdrawing his hand and sweating profusely, asked with concern.

"It's okay, I should be waking up soon. Wang Zhuo said.

"Joke, just let you do this a few times, Wang Lao can wake up, this is simply an international joke, Wang Zhuo, your method has no scientific basis, it is purely a liar's method. Nie Bin said with a skeptical expression.

"Well, it's not reliable, Old Man Wang is so old, his body is very fragile, he tosses like this, I'm afraid it will only hurt and make the condition more serious. Nie Bin's father was also shouting beside him.

Everyone else looked at Wang Zhuo with questioning eyes.

Wang Zhuo sneered and said disdainfully: "It's not good to use your shallow knowledge to measure the unknown, which can only reduce IQ." ”

"You, we're just stating the facts. Nie Bin sneered: "Isn't it true that I, a top student of Harvard Medical School, don't you know medical skills?"

"School is a good school, but you didn't go home!"

Nie Bin's face changed color, and he rushed directly to the front, pointing at Wang Zhuo in front of him with trembling fingers: "You are the oldest, and you dare to teach ......."

"Noisy...... Die...... It's ......" But before he finished speaking, a faint voice came from the hospital bed.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the ward, and the pins could be heard.