"Dr. Fang's acupuncture is really amazing!"

After Fang Yan's acupuncture was finished, Qu Yuanfeng couldn't help but sigh again.

It's really hard to imagine that someone can practice acupuncture to the point of Fang Yan.

Such a long golden needle, in Fang Yan's hands, is simply amazing, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Qu Yuanfeng would never have believed it.

"Back then, Wang Lao's acupuncture method in Fushengtang was quite good, but I didn't expect it to be in the hands of Xiao Fang, and it was even more blue." Song Zhiyuan also said.

When Wang Enping became famous, it was still the Republic of China period, and Song Zhiyuan heard that Wang Enping was already after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

At that time, the transportation was inconvenient, and Song Zhiyuan actually wanted to go to Qingcheng to visit Wang Enping many times, but unfortunately he never made the trip.

Song Zhiyuan is eighty-three years old this year, he was only in his thirties when he heard about Wang Enping, less than forty years old, at that time Song Zhiyuan's acupuncture was not yet fully completed, and he heard that wherever there was a master of acupuncture, he had to learn it.

So Song Zhiyuan had heard of Wang Enping, but he hadn't seen it.

After Wang Enping was the imperial doctor, the set of golden needles that Fang Yan is using now is also the ancestral inheritance of the Wang family, but Fang Yan's acupuncture has little to do with Wang Enping, and it can only be said that the foundation is made by Fang Yuanlin.

"Doctor Fang, you're saying you might wake up tonight, right?"

Zhuo Lao asked Fang Yan tremblingly.

Zhuo Lao is about the same age as Wang Lao, and he is already in his eighties, and he was originally in good spirits, but his son suddenly lay in the hospital like this, and Zhuo Lao has not rested for several days.

It is difficult for anyone to bear the matter of sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

Zhuo Lao has been holding on to the death in the past few days, and Fang Yan's treatment has brought a glimmer of hope to Zhuo Lao.

"Almost."

Fang Yan nodded and said, "If you can't wake up tonight, I will do acupuncture again tomorrow, even if you wake up, acupuncture will continue." ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at Fang Yan, in fact, he wanted to warn Fang Yan not to talk too much, for the patient's family, they sometimes really rely on a straw to save their lives.

However, Fang Yan said it yesterday, and said it again today, Song Zhiyuan couldn't say anything in person.

"Trouble Dr. Fang."

Zhuo Lao nodded.

"Xiao Fang, you still have to be conservative next time you speak."

Walking out of the ward, Li Jingxian said to Fang Yan.

Not only Song Zhiyuan, but also Li Jingxian felt that Fang Yan was a little overconfident in speaking.

"I'm already very conservative." Fang Yan said.

Fang Yan is still very confident in the effect of the Nine Needles of Huiyang, and he has treated many similar patients.

In fact, the dream realm can be understood as a time crossing of Fang Yan in the dream, and after waking up from the dream, he crossed back again, after all, the experiences in the dream are all real, and they are vivid, if you really dream, you can't reach that level.

Moreover, Fang Yan's grandfather, Fang Yuanlin, was also rescued by Fang Yan by relying on the Nine Needles of Huiyang.

Because he has treated similar patients, Fang Yan has confidence.

Li Jingxian opened his mouth, but he was a little speechless.

At this moment, Li Jingxian felt that Fang Yan was indeed a young man, a young man, so arrogant.

In fact, it is also true, Fang Yan has such a level at a young age, and it is also appropriate to be confident and arrogant.

Obviously, Li Jingxian and Song Zhiyuan were a little misunderstood.

"Xiao Fang, go sit with me?"

Song Zhiyuan said to Fang Yan with a smile.

It's still early at this time, Fang Yan just finished acumulating Zhuo Tonghui, it's not yet nine o'clock in the morning, and there is nothing to do today, Zhuo Tonghui hasn't woken up yet, how to treat it in the future has not been discussed, Fang Yan can't go back for the time being, Song Zhiyuan invited Fang Yan.

Song Zhiyuan really wanted to talk to Fang Yan.

In terms of acupuncture, Fang Yan is the only person Song Zhiyuan has met over the years who can interest him and feel that he can communicate and discuss with him.

Moreover, Song Zhiyuan also has some experience and acupuncture that he wants to pass on to Fang Yan.

After seeing Fang Yan's level, Song Zhiyuan had no idea of accepting apprentices.

Accepting apprentices, you must at least be better than others in order to have the confidence to accept apprentices, but Fang Yan's stitching method is obviously not below Song Zhiyuan, how can Song Zhiyuan be cheeky to accept apprentices.

So for Song Zhiyuan, he and Fang Yan are communicating with each other and learning from each other, just rushing at Fang Yan's one-handed acupuncture, Song Zhiyuan has already discussed with Fang Yan's peers in terms of mentality.

"Song Lao is very loving, and the younger generation is grateful."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Then I might as well be respectful." ”

"Haha, Song Lao and Xiao Fang argued, I also want to join in the fun, don't you mind?" Li Jingxian said with a smile.

Road!

Doctor!

Only at the level of Li Jingxian and Song Zhiyuan can they be qualified to talk about the Tao.

Qu Yuanfeng on the side listened with envy on his face.

Song Lao and Li Lao, who are already standing at the top of the pyramid of the apricot forest, can sit and talk with these two, that is what many people in the apricot forest dream of.

Originally, Qu Yuanfeng still thought that he would wait for Fang Yan to finish his treatment this morning, and he and Fang Yan would have a good chat, but now it seems that he can only postpone it again.

Back in the office, Qu Yuanfeng had just sat down when there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

As Qu Yuanfeng's voice fell, the door of the office was pushed open, and Yao Jianbin walked into Qu Yuanfeng's office with Yang Long.

Yang Long followed behind Yao Jianbin with a depressed face, his head bowed, and he didn't say a word.

"Dean Qu!"

Yao Jianbin walked up to Qu Yuanfeng and said, "Dean Qu, I didn't bring the doctors below well, I came to admit my mistake to you, I don't have any opinion on how you want to deal with it." ”

"That doctor is following Director Yao?" Qu Yuanfeng asked.

"Yes, it's a child of my friend, so I've been taking it with me and taking care of it a little, but I didn't expect it to be because of me that he was a little unsightly." Yao Jianbin nodded.

After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Yao Jianbin did not dare to intercede with Yang Long.

To say that the first two times, Yang Long still had some reasons for something, even at the airport, Yang Long and Fang Yan were actually only a little behind, but today in the hospital, it belongs to Yang Long deliberately making things difficult.

Three times in a row, Yao Jianbin also realized that Yang Long was really a bit domineering.

This time it hit Fang Yan, and Fang Yan was treating Zhuo Lao's son again, and it was like hitting a steel plate.

"Go back to where you came from."

Qu Yuanfeng waved his hand and said, "And about this matter, I will also have a meeting in the next two days, and the atmosphere of our entire hospital will also be rectified." ”

"Thank you, Dean Qu, I see." Yao Jianbin nodded, not daring to say more.

"Alright, there you go."

Qu Yuanfeng waved his hand.

Yang Long is just a little doctor, whether it is in the eyes of Qu Yuanfeng or in the eyes of Li Jingxian and Song Zhiyuan, it is nothing, Li Jingxian and Song Zhiyuan are concerned about the atmosphere of the entire Yanjing Hospital.

Qu Yuanfeng must also do something, Yang Long's matter is just an introduction, in fact, no one cares about Yang Long's whereabouts or end.