Some people rejoice, some people are sad.

It was Yan Murong who was happy, because he was full of confidence in the medicine that the old man dispensed, although the old man was stingy and usually reluctant to give even a dime, but the medicine given to him would definitely not be fake.

Yan Murong was happy, Ye Lanjun was worried, originally he saw Yan Murong's confident appearance and had no bottom in his heart, but if he loses, he will not lose, he will gamble, and if he loses, he will just gamble. But after Yang Zhenxing's efforts, he can't rely on it, so many people are watching, if he relies on it again, he won't be in Hong Kong anymore. There are both officials and businessmen here, and getting along with these people is nothing more than building a bridge of interests, but no matter how big the interests are in front of them, no one will cooperate with a person who has no credit.

At Yang Zhenxing's signal, the orchestra stopped playing, and the lights came on again.

Just when everyone was confused, Yang Zhenxing said. "Everyone, I invite you to witness a bet, I wonder if you are interested?"

Yang Zhenxing proposed, even if you are not interested, you have to be interested, after all, no one will seem to be in opposition to the chief executive, not to mention that the two people who bet are still the two people who fought against the poem just now, which makes them look forward to their bet even more.

So, after Yang Zhenxing finished talking about the bets and bets they were going to make, this group of friends and old friends were stunned.

What are you kidding? Such a bet is also played? Is this guy surnamed Yan brain-burned? Hey, healers don't heal themselves, it seems that this is not true at all. If he hadn't burned out his brain, why would he make such a bet?

The people who came to Yang Sirong's birthday banquet were all well-known figures in Hong Kong, and there were many people who knew Yan Murong and knew that he was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and his medical skills were not bad, but they refused to believe that the medicine in Yan Murong's hand was really so rebellious - if you have such a good thing, and you still bother to get factories, schools, and hospitals, you will be killed if you sell medicine directly.

"I know you don't believe it." Yan Murong looked at everyone with a smile, pulled the cork from the mouth of the bottle, poured out a dark green pill from it, and said. "The guy surnamed Ye just now said that I was a god stick, so I can't live up to his expectations, so I'll show him God once."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at Yang Zhenxing again and said. "Uncle Yang, I need a box of silver needles, I don't know if you have one here."

"You've got the right person." Yang Zhenxing smiled and said. "I don't know Chinese medicine, but I believe in Chinese medicine, and I have studied Chinese medicine a little in recent years, and someone gave me a box of silver needles, originally thinking that it would be useless in this life."

After speaking, Yang Zhenxing beckoned to Yang Yue who was standing in the crowd and motioned him to go upstairs and take down the box of silver needles.

Yang Yue trotted upstairs, and when he came down again, he had a delicate and simple small box in his hand.

"How's it going, nephew Yanxian? How about this set of silver needles? Yang Zhenxing asked with a smile.

"Not bad, indeed." Yan Murong opened the box, grabbed a silver needle and touched it, nodded and said. "It's a good box of needles, much better than what you bought in the pharmacy."

"Haha, of course it's a good needle." Yang Zhenxing laughed. "The friend who gave me this box of silver needles said that this is the needle of an imperial doctor in the palace during the reign of Emperor Kangxi - so let's put this thing in my place as an ornament, and it can only be used in the hands of connoisseurs. If you win, this box of needles will be given to you. ”

Yang Zhenxing's words shocked everyone again.

On the surface, Yang Zhenxing wanted to let this box of silver needles that had been used by the imperial medicine play its role, but his last words made many people hear the implication - he supported Yan Murong.

"Okay, then I'll thank Uncle Yang." Yan Murong smiled, put away the silver needle, handed the porcelain bottle to Dong Wuyan, and said. "Do you believe me?"

"When did I not believe you?" Dong Wuyan chuckled, his eyes flowed, and his eyes were full of unswerving belief in Yan Murong.

"Just trust me." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Come, find a stool and sit down, take the medicine, and I'll use a silver needle to help you stimulate the effect."

Dong Wuyan nodded, sat down on the stool next to him, and swallowed the pill in his hand without thinking about it.

Seeing Dong Wuyan eating the small pill, the smile on Yan Murong's face retracted, opened the needle box, reached out, and two silver needles fell into his fingertips.

"Hum—"

Yan Murong's wrist shook slightly, and the tip of the silver needle trembled slightly, making a soft sound, and then, before people could come to let out an exclamation, two silver needles shot out, passed through the black dress on Dong Wuyan's body, and submerged into her back.

Yan Murong kept moving, and two silver needles were in his hands, and after the same sound and trembling, the silver needles fell on Dong Wuyan's back again.

After four stitches, Yan Murong turned to Dong Wuyan's body, this time, there were more needles in his hands, and his hands came out together, and eight silver needles pierced Dong Wuyan's chest and lower abdomen at the same time.

After the twelve stitches were pierced, Yan Murong still didn't stop moving, his index finger and middle finger overlapped together, and he flicked lightly on each silver needle, and then, the tail of the silver needle couldn't stop shaking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene made many people exclaim, some of them have also been in contact with traditional Chinese medicine, but this kind of acupuncture method is the first time to see, and what is even more amazing is that the silver needle has been shaking without stopping.

"Lao Dong, what do you think?" At the staircase on the second floor, Old Man Qin looked at the scene downstairs and asked Old Man Dong.

"What do you think?" Old Man Dong said with a smile. "Do you mean a person or a needle?"

"Both." Old Man Qin glanced at Yan Murong thoughtfully and said. "I've never heard of this kind of needle method, and it's also through the clothes, and the needle is out of the air, it seems that Murong's medical skills are indeed powerful-but, do you think the medicine he gave to the speechless girl is real?"

"What do you think?" Old Man Dong didn't answer, but asked with a smile.

"True or false, then who can tell clearly." Old Man Qin said. "But just looking at this hand stitch, I believe that what he said is true."

"Haha, if you believe it, then why ask me." Old Man Dong laughed loudly.

"Looks like you've always believed in him." Old Man Qin said with a smile.

"I believe him." Old Man Dong nodded and said. "This kid Murong is the most potential young man I've ever met—of course, this potential doesn't refer to his attainments in Chinese medicine, but to him as a person. It has only been more than a year since he returned to Yanjing, and he has established so many contacts and enterprises, and he has recently acquired Thunder Investment - Lao Qin, if it were you, how long would it take you to complete this? ”

Hearing Old Man Dong's words, Old Man Qin fell into silence, pinching his chin with one hand, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about how long it would take him to accomplish these things.

After a while, Old Man Qin shook his head and sighed softly. "This son, when he encounters a storm, he will turn into a dragon!"

PS: It's thundering outside again, I have to turn off the computer, I'll do two shifts today, and I'll make up for it tomorrow.