"roll?

You should get out, Mo Fengzi, you are such a disrespectful thing."

Originally, Han Mu didn't want to cause trouble, but Mo Fengzi clearly wanted to cause trouble and Sun Miao's hands were going to step down. Then Han Mu would naturally not give him any face.

"Can you betray our master?"

Mo Fengzi's disciples stood up, all of them looked fierce and wanted to go on stage to beat Han Mu hard.

"You still call him Master?

How can he be your master?

As a doctor, he can only talk about war on paper and show off his past qualifications. He is just an ignorant old thing."

Han Mu looked disdainful and completely ignored the eyes of others.

When Mo Fengzi heard this, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Okay, okay! You dare to provoke me, very good. I can make you disappear from the medical community of Donghai now!"

"Lao Mo, why are you having a fight with the kid?"

At this time, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance spoke slowly, shocking the audience: "Did you take me seriously?

I've been making noise here all the time, do you think this is a vegetable market?"

The president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance is an old man in his seventies, wearing a Zhongshan suit and a pair of round-frame glasses, and his turbid eyes exuded a vigorous spirit.

"President, I don't want to argue, but this person doesn't take us seriously at all!"

Mo Fengzi spoke, his tone had calmed down. He could be arrogant to Sun Miaoshou, but he did not dare to act rashly in front of the president.

"President, Master Sun spent a million-year salary to hire such a guy. This is not a sign of our traditional Chinese medicine alliance!"

"Old Sun, is this the young talent you strongly recommend?"

The president ignored Mo Fengzi and asked Sun Miaoshou, his tone full of suspicion, and he didn't understand how Master Sun, who had always been calm, recommended a guy like Han Mu.

Sun Miao clasped his fists and said, "President, I will never regret recommending Han Mu to join the Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance."

Although everyone in the audience looked down on Han Mu, he knew that Han Mu's amazing medical skills would definitely help the Chinese Medicine Alliance to reach a higher position.

"Han Mu, right?

You keep saying, "We talk about it on paper on our medical skills conference, what about you?"

What qualifications do you have to blame us here?”

The president spoke, and he was obviously not satisfied with Han Mu's arrogant look.

"Mr. President, Han believes that this medical skills conference should show the doctors' superb medical skills and analyze better treatment methods!"

Han Mu was neither humble nor arrogant, and was not scared by the president's aura.

"oh?

Then how do you say that the doctor’s superb medical skills should be demonstrated?"

The president crossed his hands and put them on his chest, looking at Han Mu with a playful look, thinking to himself that this kid was just talking nonsense.

Mo Fengzi raised his head and laughed: "President, this guy is just a stubborn person. I think he will be knocked off the stage, so that he can be embarrassed here!"

"It's not just a mouth to show your medical skills."

Han Mu opened his perspective eyes, pointed to the president's body and said, "I know that it is unreasonable to say it. Then please move your way, come over and I'll diagnose you."

"Rareless, the president is the king of our traditional Chinese medicine alliance. Do you dare to trick your little tricks in medicine in front of the president?"

Mo Fengzi looked disgusted and thought Han Mu's head was crushed by the door, so he actually wanted to check the president's health.

"Haha, okay, I want to see what you have."

The president slowly walked up to the rostrum, sat down beside Han Mu, and extended his hand to diagnose Han Mu: "You have to diagnose it clearly and see what disease I have."

Everyone looked shocked. Unexpectedly, the president of the Dangdang Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance actually agreed to let an unknown boy like Han Mu diagnose the body. This is big news.

Sun Miaoshou and Sun Li also seemed very nervous in the audience, staring at the situation on the rostrum, and secretly worried about Han Mu.

Han Mu opened his perspective eyes and observed the president's body. He found that although he was over 70 years old, his body had no diseases, but his left arm had muscle atrophy.

However, Han Mu did not say it directly. He first took the pulse for the president, then pretended to be meditated, and shook his head and sighed.

"Oh..." Mo Fengzi and others saw it and sneered: "Why aren't you arrogant anymore?

Aren't you very magical?

I laugh at us talking on paper, and you can't do anything."

At this time, Han Mu said, "I'm sighing. The president's left arm has been sore for so many years, but it has not been cured. This current medical technique is really a failure."

Hiss! Listen to what Han Mu said, saying that medical skills are failing today?

The doctors present wanted to use bricks to knock Han Mu, so this is a humiliation to all the doctors.

However, when the president heard this, he seemed a little shocked: "How do you know that my left arm is sore?

This has tortured me for twenty years!”

He experienced a car accident twenty years ago and his left arm was injured. Although he was cured, he also fell into the root of the disease. His arms and arms were sore all year round. Even the president of the Chinese Medicine Alliance could not find the reason, let alone the treatment of other doctors.

Mo Fengzi and others wanted to mock Han Mu, but when they saw the president speak, they immediately closed their mouths. Could it be that Han Mu was really shocked?

"What's the difficulty?"

Han Mu raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I can't tell you how I know."

Han Mu would definitely not say that this was observed through perspective, so he casually made excuses.

The president's tone became sincere: "Then you tell me how can I cure this disease!"

As soon as he raised his left hand, he felt a soreness in his arm. Although it was not serious, it was like an ant biting his arm, causing him torment.

"This is really simple. I only need a few needles to cure it!"

Han Mu looked confident and did not care about the president's stubborn illness at all.

"This is what you say?"

Seeing Han Mu's confident eyes, the president was immediately excited.

"Why am I lying to you?

Your arm is sore because of blood vessels blockage, which leads to insufficient blood supply. In fact, it is not a big problem!”

Han Mu spoke and pointed out the president's problem.

Blood vessel blockage, no problem?

This can take human life in every minute, and everyone present casts suspicious eyes at Han Mu.

"Okay, I'll ask you for treatment. As long as the cure is done, you can give it to you!"

The president spoke, his eyes full of desire, but he hoped that the young man in front of him could cure his stubborn disease.
Chapter completed!