After a while, a female secretary in professional formal clothes came in with a respectful face holding the contract book, and handed it to Deng Zhehan with both hands.

Deng Zhehan didn't answer, and waved his hand impatiently: "Show me what to do?" Give it directly to Mrs. Du, if she is dissatisfied with the conditions in the contract, you will all agree directly! ”

"Yes! Deng Dong! ”

With such ridiculous words, the female secretary didn't dare to say anything at all, just bent down and bowed, and walked out respectfully with the contract.

Ji Yingrong outside was still in a daze for the scene he saw, when he saw the female secretary holding the contract and bending over and handing it over: "Mrs. Du, this is the contract you brought over, and we have signed it."

If there is anything wrong, you can always ask us to change it. ”

Ji Yingrong's apricot eyes widened slightly, and she took the contract as if she had woken up from a dream and carefully flipped through the pages.

She could confirm that this was the one she had brought with her, and that she had not changed a word.

Ji Yingrong carefully identified it and saw that the red official seal of Huarong Pharmaceutical Group was still on the signature, and he finally believed that he had won this impossible contract.

She pulled a pen out of her pocket, swiped her name twice, and then accepted one of the two contracts.

Then, his eyes looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the reception room, and the husband who had always been regarded as a waste by himself.

……

In the reception room, Du Hao arranged for Deng Zhehan to sit on the sofa, put his left hand on the table, his arm was level with his heart, and a precious silk handkerchief was placed under his wrist.

Only then did the three fingers bend into an arch and put it on the pulse of the old man's wrist.

In traditional Chinese medicine, the posterior part of the patient's radial artery is called the inchmouth, also known as the qi mouth and the pulse mouth.

The inch mouth is divided into three parts: inch, guan and ruler, with the high bone behind the occipital as the close, the front of the close as the inch, and the back as the ruler.

The doctor's pulse is to use his three fingers to float and sink on the three parts of the ruler, and perceive the internal situation of the patient's body from the pulse.

According to the experience that suddenly appeared in his mind, Du Hao clasped his three fingers on Deng Zhehan's inch, pressed and sensed carefully, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face became gloomy and uncertain with the pulse.

Deng Zhehan was shocked when he saw it, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Du, Mr. Du, I'm ...... Is there any salvation? ”

Du Hao didn't answer, and after perceiving it for a while, he opened his eyes and asked, "Deng Dong, do you have silver needles here?" ”

"Huh? This...... Yes, I'll let them get it! ”

Deng Zhehan has been sick for many years, and he has seen a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, although there is no such thing as silver needles in the company, but he is also familiar with this, and he will make the requirements clear in a few words, and let the female secretary quickly find a set to come over.

Wait until the female secretary trots all the way, holding a set of needle bags she just bought and comes in and delivers them to the table.

Du Hao opened the black leather needle bag, and the needles of various styles on both sides were densely inserted into different sockets, milli needles, ear needles, and triangular needles...... The whole nine yards.

Du Hao took out a silver milli needle from the needle socket and twisted it in his hand, and suddenly a feeling of handiness flowed out of his mind.

He asked Deng Zhehan to roll up the sleeve of his left arm, lay it flat on the table, press the old man's somewhat thin arm with his left hand, silently recognize the acupuncture point, and put down six silver needles of the same specification on the opponent's arm in one breath.

After doing this series of actions, he held the pulse again for a while, and then motioned to Deng Zhehan to roll up the sleeve of his right arm and put it on the table as before.

This time the movement was faster, and Deng Zhehan had barely seen clearly, and a total of thirteen silver needles had been inserted into different acupuncture points on his arm.

Deng Zhehan didn't dare to make a sound, and his eyes were straight as he watched Du Hao get a needle.

waited until the other party put away his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, before he dared to ask in a low voice: "Mr. Du, my ......"

Du Hao said to him a little impatiently: "Be quiet, wait for a few minutes." ”

After saying that, he called his right hand again.

A few minutes later, Du Hao, who sensed that the pulse had changed as expected, nodded, let go of his right hand, and took off the silver needles one by one.

As the silver needles were pulled out one by one, Deng Zhehan's eyes widened.

He could clearly feel that a trace of warmth was surging up from the soles of his feet, gradually spreading all over his body, and the pain that had never stopped inside his already scarred body was obviously alleviated.

"Mr. Du, I feel the air flow surging in my body, it's really amazing!

The pain of the old injury has not stopped for many years, and now it is so much lighter! ”

Deng Zhehan was excited.

Du Hao glanced at him, "Don't be too happy, your body is empty, your qi and veins are weak, you can't get a needle, although my hand avoids the danger of making your qi and blood float in the air, but it is only a symptom but not a cure."

If you want to completely cure your disease, you still need to use medicine. ”

Deng Zhehan showed surprise, and the few wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot.

Immediately asked eagerly: "Can it be cured, really?"

Mr. Du, I'm not skeptical of your medical skills, I'm so surprised......"

Du Hao didn't explain much to him, he wanted to write a prescription with paper and pen, brush and brush.

Unlike the doctors who prescribed medicine in the hospital, the prescription he wrote down was not a ghost drawing, but a powerful line, and the handwriting revealed a temperament that was unearthly.

Not to mention Deng Zhehan who read the prescription, even Du Hao himself was a little surprised, his own ability is the best to know, although he has also practiced pen calligraphy, but to write this kind of artistic words, it is absolutely impossible!

It's as if another person had written it through his body.

Deng Zhehan trembled slightly holding the paper with the prescription written on it, he raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, his cloudy eyes were full of complex emotions.

The handwriting was all too familiar to him...... Years ago, the notes left by Master looked exactly like this.

What the hell is going on?

Why did this young man know his nickname and have the magical medical skills of a master......

Even the handwriting is the same?