To bet or not to gamble, they don't have to think about this question, they will choose the latter.

Maybe Tang Yong accepted Yan Murong's bet because he was too fat, the weather was too hot, and his head was confused for a while. But they're not confused.

This young dean is not a good bird at first glance, he had yin Zhao Zhiguo once in the conference room before, and now he is ashamed to bet with Tang Yong - look at the smile on his face, treacherous and cunning, there must be something bad behind it.

Bet? A fool would bet on you.

So, a group of experts shook their heads again and again.

It doesn't matter if you are late for work and your salary will be deducted, it doesn't matter if you don't pay a year-round bonus, even if you are fired. But if you work for ten years in vain, it will be a big deal.

That's ten years, not ten days and ten months, with their ability, no matter where they go, they can earn millions or even tens of millions of assets in ten years, why spend ten years here with you?

This group of people are all middle-aged, and in another ten years, they will all be old guys. At that time, if you want to go out again and earn back the losses of the past ten years, it is estimated that you will have more than enough power.

As he spoke, the wrong few people had already walked back with their things.

An ambulance cart, a box of silver needles, a pack of alcohol swabs, and finally a scalpel.

"All step back." Yan Murong looked at the almost impenetrable crowd around him and shouted loudly.

After everyone had stepped back a little distance to leave enough space for him, Yan Murong turned to look at Hua Cuo and said. "I need your help later."

"Okay, how can I help?" Hua Wrong nodded and asked.

"It's simple, you've used a scalpel, right?"

"Used." Hua Wrong nodded. "Do you want me to remove the carrion from his severed limbs?"

Yan Murong nodded, as an answer.

"This—" Hua Wrong hesitated. "I'm afraid I won't."

"What's wrong?" Yan Murong asked strangely. "Didn't you use a scalpel?"

"I've used it, I've used it." Hua Cuo explained. "But the problem is, I've only cut frogs, I've cut mice, and the biggest one is a rabbit -- a human, and I've never cut it."

Yan Murong was depressed, and when he was thinking about changing someone, he heard Hua say wrongly. "But I think it's like cutting a rabbit, right? You tell me how to get it, and I'll be fine. ”

Hua Cuo is also a traditional Chinese medicine, and he is also the descendant of the Hua family, one of the three major Chinese medicine families, and his attainments in medical skills are also quite good. Although he is not as rebellious as Yan Murong, if he is released, he can be regarded as a famous doctor, but this guy is relatively strict at home, and he has been studying with his grandfather until now, and he has never practiced medicine independently at all. This was his first time - but he was still doing the work of Western medicine.

"It's simple." Yan Murong said. "Wait a minute, I'll seal his arteries and pain with silver needles, and then you'll need to cut open the healed wound with a scalpel and remove all the necrotic tissue inside."

As he spoke, Yan Murong took out a small porcelain vase from his pocket and handed it to Hua Cuo, saying. "After the excision, just sprinkle the powder on the wound and then bandage it."

"It's that simple?"

"How hard do you think it is?"

"Then you can do it yourself, why don't you do it yourself?" Hua asked strangely.

"You'll find out later." Yan Murong smiled and didn't explain. "Alright, let's get ready for work."

After speaking, Yan Murong opened the needle box, took out a silver needle from it, and then used tweezers to pick up a piece of alcohol cotton to disinfect the silver needle, and then said to the woman. "Roll up his trouser leg and take his shirt off."

After hearing Yan Murong's command, the woman hurriedly moved. After everything was done, he looked at Yan Murong with anticrative and begging expressions.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Yan Murong said comfortingly. "I've been able to save anything worse than this, and compared to those patients, your husband's illness can only be regarded as a minor illness like a cold."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the woman felt a lot more relieved.

You see, the kindest people are still these people at the bottom of society. Even if they knew you were cheating on them, they would have believed in you at the time – not so much because they were kind, but because they didn't have too many options.

Women believe it, but most of the experts don't believe it.

There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm.

Even if it's bragging, you have to brag like it, okay?

A minor illness like a cold? What a joke.

If it's like a cold, then the cancer is like appendicitis.

Regardless of the disdainful eyes of those experts, Yan Murong smiled, and the needle fell in his hand, and after the tip of the silver needle made a "buzzing" sound, most of it submerged into the thigh artery of the man lying on the stretcher. Then another needle was raised, sealing the man's pain nerves.

"Do it." Yan Murong gently twisted the silver needle and said to the flower.

Hua Cuo did not hesitate, endured the foul smell of the rotting wound, grabbed the man's half leg with one hand, and cut it with the scalpel with the other.

"Poof—"

In order to prevent heavy bleeding, although Yan Murong sealed the man's arteries with silver needles and used internal qi to regulate blood circulation, some of the blood remaining in the blood vessels still spurted out after being cut with a knife with Hua Wrong.

Dark red blood spurted out of the wound like a fountain. Hua Wrong couldn't dodge, and was immediately sprayed in the face.

Now he finally knew why Yan Murong didn't take matters into his own hands - but now he was saving people, and he didn't care about complaining, and after grabbing the white coat on his body and wiping it on his face, he began to continue to remove the rotten tissue.

Every time he cut off a piece, Hua Cuo would take out the bottle that Yan Murong gave him and sprinkle some of the medicinal powder inside on the wound. Amazingly, as soon as the powder touched the wound, it immediately began to coagulate, and the hemostatic effect was very good, as if the wound was glued with super glue.

Yan Murong twisted the silver needle while watching Hua Wrong's movements, and his heart was about to drip blood.

This is the last bit of powder, it's really the last bit of powder, you just rub it on the wound with cotton, and just fall down directly, let alone cut off the carrion, and the hemorrhage can be stopped after giving birth.

Because it was the first time to do this work, Hua Cuo was extremely careful, for fear that he would accidentally cut off a piece of good meat.

But because he was too careful, he suffered Yan Murong.

Yan Murong not only sealed the man's arteries to prevent heavy bleeding, but also constantly used internal qi to channel the smooth flow of blood through the silver needle, so that the blood could not be blocked because the arteries were blocked, in that case, it is estimated that the best outcome for this man would be the bursting of blood vessels causing internal bleeding.

By the time Hua Wrong had finished the work in fifteen minutes, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Yan Murong's forehead. Seeing that Hua Cuo had already begun to bandage the wound with gauze and bandages, Yan Murong pulled out the silver needle, and then his hands began to rub against each other.

Just when everyone was wondering what he was going to do, they saw Yan Murong turn the man over, and then his palm began to push on his back.