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In the skeptical eyes of these old experts in traditional Chinese medicine, Han Ankang didn't explain much. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) Carrying the traditional Chinese medicine box he carried with him, he came back to the intensive care ward where the old man of the Zhao family was placed.

As he performed yesterday's Liuyang Huitian Needle again, when he woke up Old Man Zhao from his lethargy, he recognized that this was Gu Heng and others who had lost Taoist acupuncture, and finally believed it completely. Yesterday, the experts of the provincial hospital passed on the very divine master of traditional Chinese medicine, and sure enough, this is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who has only graduated from the Chinese medicine school for more than a year, and should be called a 'rookie'.

Only Gu Heng, who had contact with Han Ankang, knew that when Han Ankang was studying in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his level of TCM theory and practical treatment was higher than that of other students. The ancient method of massage handed down by the family, even he has never seen it. Therefore, when his peers asked him about Han Ankang's situation, he could only say what he knew.

Knowing that Han Ankang was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, these old Chinese medicine doctors mistakenly thought that the almost lost Liuyang Huitian Needle performed by Han Ankang was likely to be a family masterpiece. Therefore, he didn't dare to disturb Han Ankang's treatment under curiosity.

Zhao Hu, who woke up from his slumber again, looked at Han Ankang, who had a few words of chat yesterday, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Thank you!" ”

Anyone who knows that Zhao Hu has a very competitive personality knows that there are really not many people who can thank him for looking all over Huaxia now. Unexpectedly, now it was obtained by a young Chinese medicine practitioner.

Han Ankang is always gentle and kind to patients, and said with a smile: "Old man, from today onwards, I will be your attending doctor." Later, I will use acupuncture to remove the bullet that represents your merit. Because I can't take it out, I'm afraid I can't leave it for you as a souvenir, don't you mind? ”

In the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, Zhao Hu, who was hit by a bullet from the US army and has not taken it out so far, heard that the little doctor still cared so much about his feelings, and squeezed out a slight smile and said: "It's okay, I have been entangled by this bullet for a lifetime, and I am very happy to hear it leave!" ”

Everyone present knew that the age of this bullet in Zhao Hu's body was older than the age of some of the people present. Think of such a time bomb that can be fatal at any time, lurking inside the body. If it weren't for someone with extraordinary courage, I'm afraid I would be scared to death, where Zhao Hu could still be so calm!

After saying these words, Zhao Hu, who seemed a little out of breath, quickly stabilized his breath after Han Ankang's head massage. Seeing that Old Man Zhao wanted to speak again, Han Ankang stretched out a finger in front of his mouth like coaxing a child, and stopped with a smile: "Old man, wait a minute, we still have a big battle to fight, how about you save more combat power and fight side by side with me?" ”

Knowing that the old man in front of him is a battlefield tiger general, describing the treatment as a war will undoubtedly stimulate his strong willpower to survive. Sure enough, Zhao Hu was very happy that Han Ankang had found out his belligerent temper. nodded a little seriously, saying that he would definitely cooperate with Han Ankang's treatment.

Knowing that the treatment would be a slow and long process, Han Ankang took out the hundred-year-old ginseng he got from the Zhao family yesterday from the medicine box. Take out a sharp knife and cut the ginseng into slices that you can swallow and swallow. This empty-handed effort also amazed the experts present.

After cutting the ginseng slices, Han Ankang took out two slices and motioned to Old Man Zhao to open his mouth, and put the ginseng slices in his mouth for him to hold. If you feel that the ginseng slices are rising, it is not a big deal to swallow them.

As soon as the preparations were ready, Han Ankang took out the golden needles that he had familiarized himself with last night, took out one of the thickest gold needles, and set aside a prepared magnet for later use. Knowing that this kind of ablation is also a test of the patient's willpower, Han Ankang looked at the old man of the Zhao family who was mentally prepared.

His expression was a little stern and said, "Old man, there will be some discomfort and pain when I am treated, I hope you can persist and be patient." As long as this battle persists, after a few treatments, you should be able to regain your strength. You were old enough to even be an American GI to get down on your stomach, so you shouldn't have succumbed to a bullet, right? ”

Zhao Hu, who was a little unhappy to hear this, glared angrily, and seemed to be very angry, and Han Ankang doubted his willpower. Just when all his attention shifted to anger, the golden needle that he was about to grasp in his hand just now was quickly and accurately hit by Han Ankang at the location of the bullet.

Although this was only a blink of an eye, the people present were also surprised that Han Ankang dared to apply such a bold needle. Even Zhao Hu, who was still angry, felt the tip of his heart tremble, and couldn't help but snort in pain.

At this time, he realized that he had been distracted by this little doctor just now. If he had been staring at the golden needle piercing his heart just now, he would probably have been nervous. Although he felt a little uncomfortable now, he persevered with his endurance.

After tying the golden needle, he felt that the tip of the needle was just above the bullet, and Han Ankang stretched out his thumb in the face of the old man who reacted: "Yes, it is worthy of being a battlefield tiger general." We've passed the first hurdle, and the next thing is a long battle, and you'll feel a little numb and painful after a while. That's the effect of the treatment, if you want to get better sooner, then endure it.

However, if you really feel that you can't stand it, don't force it, and you must sue me. This is related to my next step of treatment, so you must always remember! You can't hold it on! ”

Standing aside and watching Han Ankang treat his father like a child, Zhao Chengcheng was shocked and admired Han Ankang for being able to touch his father's temper. The more you tell him seriously, the more he thinks you are alarmist and doesn't take it seriously. But if you have to find out his temper, you can basically eat him to death.

As Zhao Hu nodded again, the ancient acupuncture technique that shocked the old Chinese medicine practitioners present was staged again. As the golden needle began to tremble and rotate frequently, Zhao Hu felt like an ant crawling on the tip of his heart, but fortunately, this uncomfortable and not too painful taste, he could grit his teeth and endure it. Therefore, Zhao Hu looked a little itchy and unbearable, but he could still look at Han Ankang without saying a word.

At the same time as the golden needle was spinning high, Gu Heng and the others, who were standing next to him staring at the golden needle, saw it. The golden needle, which was shining golden just now, was now covered with a layer of black powder on the needle. Every time the powder on the top of the golden needle increased, Han Ankang would rub the magnet over and suck the powder off the golden needle.

Seeing that the magnet could suck away the black powder on the golden needle, the experts who knew why Zhao Hu was critically ill also quickly realized that the powder should be the bullet powder left in Zhao Hu's body. Everyone present suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization for this miraculous acupuncture treatment.

Only the old Chinese medicine doctor present knew very well how difficult it was to turn a hard bullet into powder and guide it out, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as 'difficult to ascend to the sky'. There is also the golden needle that keeps trembling at that moment, keeping its frequent rotation without hurting the patient, and can dissolve the bullet little by little. The accuracy of this made the old Chinese medicine doctors present sweat all over their hearts.

Looking at Han Ankang staring at the golden needle intently, and Zhao Hu, who was also staring at the golden needle and sweating, this old man appeared carefully. Every time the golden needle was about to stop, Han Ankang would flick it on the needle, and after each flick, Han Ankang's breathing would increase by one point.

Although he felt unbearable itching and was a little worried, as the black powder was guided out by the golden needle little by little, Han Ankang, who was originally refreshing, became sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water.

It wasn't until the end that Zhao Hu felt that something was wrong, he showed Han Ankang, who was pale, took back the golden needle and said quickly with some unsteady standing: "The situation is much stricter than I imagined, and there is no way to remove the bullets at once today, so it will take a few days to do the ablation technique." Let the old man prepare some ginseng soup and take it, and wait for me to come over and then administer the needle. ”

After saying these words quickly, Han Ankang fell headlong into the arms of Cui Zhenshan, who saw that his situation was not right, and hurriedly held him to the arms of Cui Zhenshan, who had fallen to him. It is clear that this kind of needle pinching technique is extremely depleting to Han Ankang. When I treated him the last time, I had a similar situation, but I didn't faint directly like now.

Thinking that something was wrong, Zhao Hu, who felt that after the golden needle was removed, most of the depression in his heart was cleared, and immediately said: "Big head, hurry up and let the doctor see, what's wrong with this child?" ”

The big head is Zhao Chengcheng's milk name, in fact, there is no need for the provincial elder to order, Gu Heng, who is good at taking the pulse, immediately went over and pulled Han Ankang's arm over.

After checking the pulse, he quickly said: "Old Zhao, Governor Zhao, and this old brother, Xiao Han just consumed too much and injured some of his physical vitality, and he fell asleep temporarily." Wait a minute, hang a bottle of nutrient solution for him, and he will wake up after a while, don't worry too much! ”

Hearing that Han Ankang was tired like this in order to treat himself, Zhao Hu was naturally moved, not to mention that this time he really stepped into the ghost gate with one foot. With the help of Han Ankang, he saw an opportunity to regain his life. Especially before Han Ankang finally fainted, what he said was about the arrangement for him, and this benevolent heart is more worthy of the veteran's respect.

Zhao Hu, who felt that his spirit was much better, immediately ordered the son of the governor to arrange the best proper care for Han Ankang. was still a little worried, so he deliberately asked the hospital to add Zhang Yi ** to his ward. personally looked at Han Ankang, who was lying on the sick ** as if asleep, and when there was nothing abnormal, the old man felt a little more at ease.

It wasn't until the old man saw that so many people were staying in the ward and was a little panicked, and he drove all the leaders of these hospitals and the officials who came to visit them out of the ward. Cui Zhenshan, who left his son and invited this miracle doctor for him, asked Cui Zhenshan about how he and Han Ankang got acquainted.

When he learned that the patriarch of the Cui family in front of him, who was a few years younger than him, was also like him, he owed Han Ankang a life. Zhao Hu finally understood why the dignified patriarch of the Choi clan in South Korea would travel thousands of miles to China to fight for a doctor. For these old people, how can the value of Chao Ankang be explained by a life-saving benefactor?