Chapter Twenty-Eight: Medicine Eliminates Disease

Gu Xuefei couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard this, it seems that this person is a doctor in a private clinic, this Wang Hong brought such a doctor to see his son, it was too hasty...... Besides, even the doctor in our hospital is helpless about this case, so what's the use of him bringing such a doctor.

And Su Qiubai's words just now made Gu Xuefei feel a little contempt for Su Qiubai from her heart, positioning him as a quack doctor who does not learn and has no skills.

"This doctor, you have such a big breath, you say this is a small problem? Several experts in our hospital have studied this child's disease, but so far they have not come to a conclusion, but you say that it is a small problem? Gu Xuefei frowned.

"Because they're quacks." Su Qiubai said lightly.

"Hmph, what are you saying that the experts in our hospital are quacks?" A doctor next to him was furious and glared at Su Qiubai angrily.

Although Gu Xuefei's reaction was not so big, she was also a little angry after hearing Su Qiubai's words, and said in her heart that this person is not only untrustworthy, but also does not know the minimum politeness, which is simply an insult to our hospital.

"Mr. Su is a miracle doctor, don't talk nonsense." At this time, Wang Hong spoke.

As soon as Wang Hong spoke, Gu Xuefei and the others were stunned, and a doctor said to Wang Hong: "Mr. Wang, we are actively diagnosing and treating your son's disease, and I believe that there will be progress soon, you must not listen to the nonsense of this quack doctor, it will harm your son when the time comes." ā€

When Wang Hong heard this, he glared at him coldly, and sneered: "There will be progress soon?" ā€

Under Wang Hong's gaze, the doctor couldn't help but bow his head in embarrassment, because he lacked confidence, and the so-called progress soon was just perfunctory.

"Mr. Wang, we know that you are anxious, but even if you are anxious, you can't joke about your son's safety, would you rather trust this person than trust our hospital?" Gu Xuefei also said.

Wang Hong said lightly: "Don't say it, I trust Mr. Su, even if something happens at that time, I will be responsible myself, you don't have to worry." ā€

Now that the patient's family members have already talked about this, they have nothing to say, Gu Xuefei sighed, and looked at Su Qiubai, she wanted to see how this honest guy was going to treat the disease.

Su Qiubai looked at the child and said slowly: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with your son's body, the so-called cause is just the accumulation of death qi in the body, and the death evil qi is transformed from yin qi, and this death evil qi is not light yƬ can be dyed, I think this must have something to do with the feng shui pattern of your son's residence." ā€

When Su Qiubai said this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Gu Xuefei sneered in her heart: "I thought this guy was a quack, but I didn't expect to overestimate him, he is simply a swaggering and deceiving god." ā€

Wang Hong heard Su Qiubai say so mysteriously, and he felt a little unacceptable for a while, but based on Su Qiubai's previous methods, Wang Hong still believed his words.

"Hmph, what a strange thing these days, a magic stick actually tricked you into the hospital, believe it or not, we called the police to arrest you?" A doctor snorted.

"Mr. Wang, do you really trust this kind of person?" Gu Xuefei looked at Wang Hong and asked incredulously.

She felt strange, people of Wang Hong's status should be very shrewd, how could they be fooled? Could it be that this person really has some ability? Or is he too clever in his tricks?

"Just wait and see, I can't be wrong." Wang Hong said calmly.

Su Qiubai showed a playful smile to Gu Xuefei, then took out the roll of white cloth from his arms and picked out the longest silver needle from it.

"You want to use acupuncture?" Gu Xuefei looked at Su Qiubai with a strange expression when she saw this, there are very few doctors who are proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion in these years, and even if there are, they are some old Chinese medicine doctors.

Su Qiu didn't raise his white head, he didn't pay attention to Gu Xuefei at all, he just stuck the silver needle on the boy's head, which was the location of the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

Gu Xuefei was bored, and thought indignantly in her heart: "A liar, what's bullish?" However, after seeing Su Qiubai take out acupuncture, her opinion of Su Qiubai changed a little, and she also had some faith in him.

After Su Qiubai inserted the silver needle into the boy's Tianling acupoint, his palms were extremely fast, changing various gestures, slapping on the boy's body, and each palm was injected with a pure true qi, the death qi in the boy's body was very strong, and it was still a very difficult thing to drive out these death evil qi with Su Qiubai's cultivation, Su Qiubai now felt that his offer of 800,000 yuan with Wang Hong seemed too low, and he estimated that after he applied the needle this time, it would take another half a month to recover the true qi in his body.

"What is this?" Gu Xuefei was stunned for a moment, feeling that Su Qiubai looked like a wizard.

After a while, Su Qiubai took a deep breath, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's done." ā€

At this moment, the silver needle inserted in the child's Tianling acupoint has turned into a jet-black color, but the jet-black color on the child's body is getting lighter and lighter, and finally it has regained the white of a normal person.

Su Qiubai pulled out the jet-black silver needle, wrapped it with a breath of true qi, and carefully put it into the white cloth.

"That's it?" Wang Hong asked in disbelief.

"Hmm." Su Qiubai nodded, didn't talk nonsense, and slapped the boy on the forehead, and the boy suddenly woke up.

"Daddy......" the boy opened his eyes and cried.

"Son, how are you feeling now?" Wang Hong leaned down excitedly, hugged his head and said, "Is it still painful now?" ā€

Su Qiubai chuckled beside him and said, "Boss Wang, although the death qi in his body has been eliminated, but the festering wounds on his body still need some time to recover, come over with that piece of paper, and I will write you a prescription." ā€

"Yes." Wang Hong hurriedly took out a pen and paper from his bag and handed it to Su Qiubai.

Su Qiubai wrote a prescription with a brush, handed it to Wang Hong, and said: "You go to the pharmacy to buy these herbs, soak them in water and boil them for an hour on a warm fire for your son to take, once in the morning and once in the evening, after a week, the wound on your son's body will definitely heal." ā€

"Thank you, Mr. Su." Wang Hong took the prescription and looked at it, nodded respectfully.