Chinese medicine? Do you practice Chinese medicine?

It was these six words, with two punctuation marks, that made Yan Murong's heart extremely bitter. He has been dealing with Chinese medicine for so many years, and it is not as bitter as this woman's six words.

Being questioned by his own compatriots on the territory of foreigners, this kind of bitterness makes people even have the heart to die.

As he once said, his own compatriots don't believe in Chinese medicine, how do you ask those foreigners to believe it?

"He had a severe pollen allergy, and when the ambulance came, he died." Yan Murong quickly adjusted his mood and said. "Don't worry, my medical skills are not bad, and I am the head of the delegation from the Ministry of Health of China to participate in the medical exchange meeting."

As a last resort, Yan Murong can only use this position of head to dispel the concerns in the woman's heart, there is no way, Huaxia people love this, if you don't add some awesome position in front of your name, who will bird you. You see, in the past, the word manager could represent making a fortune and becoming well-off, but now? There were ten people on the street, and nine and a half of them were managers.

"Then you-save him." The woman hesitated for a while, perhaps moved by Yan Murong's eagerness to save people, or perhaps his identity as the head of the regiment played a role, and finally made her agree to let Yan Murong rescue.

Yan Murong didn't have time to care about what she was thinking now, she put one hand on the man's pulse, rolled his eyelids with the other, and then, unbuttoned the man's clothes, leaving his chest bare~ exposed, rubbing his hands quickly until his palms were hot, and began to massage on several acupuncture points on his chest.

Gradually, the skin on the man's chest began to turn red, but the violently undulating chest gradually subsided, and his face became a little better.

Yan Murong did not pause, and continued to massage the acupuncture points on his chest, and soon, the man's breathing became stable, his face returned to normal, and he gradually opened his eyes.

"Oh God, what do I see?" At this time, many onlookers exclaimed.

"Oh my God, is he an immortal from the East? It was a pollen allergy, and he actually just pressed it on his chest a few times? ”

Yan Murong couldn't understand what these foreigners were calling, but looking at their surprised and incredulous expressions, he also knew that the foreigners who had never seen the world were shocked by his own hand.

He was secretly proud in his heart, he had a faster way to save people, he only needed a needle, but in order to achieve this effect, he used acupressure techniques, but now it seems that the effect is not bad. It's the same for anyone, you have to surprise them to get there to provoke their interest. It's like two martial arts masters making moves, no matter how much you say, people won't bird you. Instead, if you go up and slap him down, he will worship you to death.

"Ah Lang, how are you?" Seeing the man wake up, the woman asked urgently, looking at Yan Murong's eyes full of surprise.

"I'm fine, I'm feeling fine." The man sat up from the ground as if he was fine, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Thank you for saving me."

"No thanks, everyone is Chinese, as it should be." Yan Murong said with a smile.

What do foreigners like? They just like these puzzling things. As a result, many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Yan Murong, and even some people had already taken out their mobile phones to record when Yan Murong saved people, and were ready to go home at night and upload it to the community website, which would definitely get a lot of clicks.

"Get out of here." Yan Murong looked at the woman and said. "He's allergic to pollen and tries to avoid coming to places where there is pollen."

"Thank you, thank you." The woman thanked her again and again, and then took the man's arm and left.

Yan Murong also wanted to leave, but he was tightly guarded by a group of old people, and he kept arguing in his ears, and Yan Murong's head was big when he listened, and he didn't understand a word.

"Head Yan, they want you to see a doctor for them." Mao Yong translated for Yan Murong.

"Seeing a doctor? All right. Yan Murong agreed without thinking about it, this is definitely a good opportunity for foreigners to accept Chinese medicine, how could he let it go?

Hearing Mao Yong's translation, these foreigners immediately became extremely excited, but they consciously filmed the team, and some people even brought a plastic table and chair for Yan Murong.

The first one to come over was a tall, sturdy man, sitting opposite Yan Murong, Yan Murong, who listened to English for a while, had a headache, and after Mao Yong's translation, he knew that this man's illness was a severe shoulder pain.

Yan Murong also asked, so he walked to his side, touched his hairy arm all the way, touched the position of the shoulder blade, and found the cause.

The man's arm was dislocated, but in the eyes of Western medicine, a dislocation is a type of fracture, which should be tied with a bandage to allow the dislocation to heal naturally. However, obviously, the doctor who treated this man was not very qualified, and although the dislocation was good, it was a little misaligned, and he naturally felt pain when the movement was too large.

Yan Murong smiled at him, and just before he could react, he grabbed his shoulder with one hand and pulled him down, and then pushed and sent it again, two "click" sounds came, and the man didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain, Yan Murong completed all the movements. Only a group of people were left looking at him with a confused expression.

"Ask him if he still hurts." Yan Murong asked Mao Yong to translate for him.

Listening to Mao Yong's words, the man stood up with a puzzled face, shook his arm back and forth, and then, his face was full of surprise.

"Oh my God, it's amazing, my arm doesn't hurt anymore." The man exclaimed in surprise. "God, are you really an immortal of the East?"

Immortal?

Listening to Mao Yong's translation, Yan Murong couldn't help but smile dumbly, perhaps, in the eyes of these foreigners, only immortals can do this, right?

"I'm not an immortal, I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner." Yan Murong looked at him with a serious face. "The technique I used to treat you just now is just the bone grafting technique in Chinese medicine, which is very simple, simple and simple just like you Americans can speak English, and Chinese medicine can also be bone-grafted."

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I can't believe that Chinese medicine is so powerful." The man sighed. "I decided, in the future, when I get sick, I will go to Chinatown to see a Chinese medicine doctor - oh no, my family is sick, I will also take them to see a Chinese doctor, haha, I heard that those medicines are very bitter to eat, but I seem to have heard a saying, called good medicine is good for the disease."

Chinese medicine is indeed magical, Yan Murong thought to herself, but it also depends on who it is. But it doesn't matter, as long as there are still people who are willing to believe in Chinese medicine, this is a good place to start.

PS: Chapter 4 has been delivered, and I'm going to sleep too!