Not only was this man not depressed at all because of hearing the news, but there was a bit of glory and pride on his face. After saying that, he turned around, raised his arm and waved his hand casually, which was to say goodbye to Zhao Fan again.

"It's indeed a little injury. When will Director Zhang have time to come here so that I can help you solve this little injury?" Zhao Fan smiled and shouted at Director Zhang's back.

Director Zhang, who thought he was walking, froze, his body stiffened, turned around suddenly, and asked with a little excited expression: "What did you say just now?"

"I said, when will you have time to come here? I will help you solve the minor injury on your body!" Zhao Fan still had a smile on his face. When he spoke, he deliberately aggravated his tone with the word "small injury" and a bit cramped in his eyes.

Director Zhang's excitement soon calmed down. He glared at Zhao Fan with majestic eyes under two thick eyebrows on his face, and said with a dark face: "I almost got fooled by you. You are so brave. You dare to cheat even if you know I am a policeman? My injury has not been a day or two. In order to cure me, the old leader paid me out of his own pocket to take me to a large hospital in Beijing for treatment. Such good equipment cannot cure me. Can you still cure me?"

"Have you really studied medicine?" Lin Shiqi, who had not spoken much, spoke up and said, "There is a magical finalizer." Zhao Fan was stunned and looked up. Director Zhang's face turned darker.

"I can really cure it!" Zhao Fan said with a wry smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, I really have no money! Also, you are tall and have good skills. Hurry up and find a job well, don't cheat everywhere! If it falls into my hands, I won't let you go!" Director Zhang glared at him, taught him a lesson unhappily, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Did the doctor say that you delayed the best treatment time and allowed the injured meridian and the artery to grow together? With current medical methods, if you undergo surgery, not only will it not be cured, but it is also very likely that you will be killed?"

"Do you often feel your waist hurt and your legs are numb, especially when it's rainy, your legs sometimes become completely unconscious?"

Zhao Fan reached out and slapped Lin Shiqi on the head who was covering her mouth and giggling. She jumped up and fought back without caring about her grinning, and said slowly to Director Zhang's back.

Director Zhang's body paused again, but this time he did not look back. He just raised his arm and swung his body, and said, "Okay, this problem is not a secret. There are not only one or two people who know it. Don't pretend to be a miracle doctor in front of me! Remember my words. If I meet you and cheat, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Director Zhang, Xiaofan is really good at medical skills. He cured Mr. Wen Fangzheng's heart disease in Wenzheng Group. This should be easily found out!" Lin Shiqi saw Zhao Fan's dark face, stuck out her tongue and shouted at Director Zhang.

Perhaps Lin Shiqi is smart and lovely, which makes people feel more trustworthy. Director Zhang finally turned around this time. He looked at Zhao Fan angrily and asked, "Can it really be cured?"

"It can really be cured, and it won't take much effort!" Zhao Fan nodded seriously with a confident light on his face.

"Let me talk about how much treatment costs and how many courses are needed. I'll consider whether to treat it!" Director Zhang stood there, still looking at Zhao Fan with distrust and asked.

Zhao Fan looked dark. What is the situation? He, a doctor, was disliked by the patient. Now, can he ask Director Zhang to treat the disease?

However, Zhao Fan is cold to his enemies, but sincere to his friends. He really doesn't want to see him paralyzed in bed after a few years.

He smiled helplessly and said, "When did I say I would charge you money? I don't need surgery, I just had a few injections!"

"Just a few injections? It can be cured so simply? You bullshit you. If it is so easy, I will not have to suffer for so many years? Well, don't you joke about me, an old wounded soldier!" Director Zhang laughed and shook his head constantly, saying.

"Let's try it, what if it's really good?" Lin Shiqi felt Zhao Fan's embarrassment and spoke out to rescue him.

"Okay, I can't cure it. If I didn't like you and beg me to take action, I might not agree! A big man is suspicious all day long. Are you tired? Being a policeman is accused of having an occupational disease!" Zhao Fan was too lazy to force it, so he said something, pulled Lin Shiqi and prepared to leave.

"Treatment! I want to see if I really met a folk miracle doctor today!" Director Zhang gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"I don't ask you for your illness. It's you that hurts. I'm not in a hurry! I don't even have the treatment fee. I won't grow a lot of meat when I call me a few times! You have my phone number, come over whenever I have time!" Zhao Fan gave him a blank look and said angrily.

"It takes a long time to treat it once?" Director Zhang looked back at the others who had been waiting for him and asked Zhao Fan.

"It's about ten minutes! I'll take a closer look. If you're lucky, you'll just treat it once. Even if it's a little troublesome, it'll only be two or three times at most!" Speaking of this, Zhao Fan became serious, reached out to grab Director Zhang's pulse, lifted up Director Zhang's short-sleeved police uniform with his other hand and touched him a few times before saying in a serious tone.

Seeing the dark red scars the size of a teacup on Director Zhang's waist, Lin Shiqi felt shocking, and she also admired the person who was talking and laughing calmly in front of her.

"Okay, now it's time to get off work anyway. I'll ask them to go back first, and I'll try to cure it first! But by the way, if you can really cure me, I will accept your favor. But I won't behave like you for this favor. If you have any ideas about this, it's better not to cure this disease!" Director Zhang looked at his watch and decided to give it a try now, but he then looked at Zhao Fan with a serious expression and said.

"Okay, I am a good young man, why do you look so like a criminal in your eyes? Make arrangements quickly, don't talk about it!" Zhao Fan shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Golden Needle Fu": "The Cang Turtle explores the freezing, like a sign of entering the soil, retreating and advancing three times, drilling and picking all directions!" This is a technique called Cang Turtle's hole-studying technique in the flying meridians and venting.

First pierce the needle into the acupoint, then retreat to the shallow layer. Then change the direction of the needle tip, and pierce the upper, lower, left and right directions, gradually deepening.

Experts can tell if there is any problem. Director Zhang has been seeking medical treatment for many years and naturally has seen all kinds of treatment methods. The moment Zhao Fan held the silver needle in his hand, the trace of suspicion in his heart disappeared without realizing it.

He was staring at the young man in front of him. The young man who was laughing and scolding just now seemed to have changed his body, with a serious face and staring at the changing fingers with his eyes focused on his eyes. He even saw a sacred glory in the face of the young man.

"What does it feel?" Zhao Fan asked calmly in his tone.

"Hot! It's like a ball of fire burning!" Director Zhang replied quickly. At this moment, he felt hot all over, really like a ball of fire burning in his body.

"Don't worry, you have a normal reaction!" Zhao Fan nodded and comforted him softly when he saw his queries.

The calm conversation was particularly clear in the quiet room. Zhao Aiguo, Li Cuilan, Zhao Rui, Lin Shiqi and others stood aside with breath, not daring to make any sound, and their eyes were all on Zhao Fan's face.

Many people say that men who do things seriously are the most handsome. Lin Shiqi, who once disdained this sentence, only now did she realize that this sentence really makes sense. At this moment, she was looking at Zhao Fan with beautiful eyes foolishly, and saw his body standing like a javelin, holding the needle tail with one hand and gently twisting it with an unprecedented sense of security in her heart.

"What do you feel now?" After applying the needle, Zhao Fan's fingers kept brushing the needle capsule. The silver needles fell on Director Zhang at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, eight silver needles penetrated into his left body. Looking at the nine silver needles that were constantly shaking, Zhao Fan also felt sweat on his forehead. He took the tissue handed over by Lin Shiqi, and asked while wiping the sweat beads on his forehead.

"It's hot, very swelling, it hurts a little!" Director Zhang gasped and sweated all over his body. The muscles on his cheeks bulged because he gritted his teeth. It seemed that it was definitely not the same as he said, only a little pain.

Hearing him say this, Zhao Fan let out a light breath and his face became much more relaxed. The seriousness on his face was gone, and he looked at Director Zhang with a joke and said with a smile: "It's now, you still have to pretend to be tough. Since there is only a little pain, then you can hold on for a while!"

Director Zhang was stunned to see Zhao Fan retreating to the side and looking at him quietly. His face collapsed instantly and said with a wry smile: "Boy, everyone is a man, so can't you save me some face?"

"I'm here to help you. I can bear it so much pain. Our people will definitely admire you! Then I'll ask them to help you promote it. Your reputation as a tough guy in Director Zhang will definitely spread throughout Xiling City!"

As a doctor, he almost asked the patient to treat the disease. Zhao Fan punished him a little, slowly pulling out the needle, and still making fun of him.

Director Zhang closed his mouth tightly and didn't dare to say anything. How could he not see that Zhao Fan was just punishing him, so how could he dare to provoke this guy with such a strong desire to retaliate?

After taking out all eight silver needles, Director Zhang felt a sense of relief all over his body. He looked at Zhao Fan, who had already taken out the last needle with excitement and asked: "The effect is pretty good. Am I good?"

"How is it so easy? It's still far away!" Zhao Fan shook his head and chuckled.

Director Zhang, who was about to get up, looked stunned. When he was raising his eyes and looking at Zhao Fan, he saw Zhao Fan's suddenly raised palm slapping his waist hard.

"Ah!" This palm was too unexpected, and it was obviously very heavy. Even the few people who had been watching the side changed their faces and subconsciously let out a soft cry.

"It's OK now!" Zhao Fan nodded at Director Zhang who was confused, and ignored everyone who was still stunned. He used alcohol cotton to clean the silver needle and put it back into the needle capsule one by one.

Today was a rainy day, and it was the time when Director Zhang’s old injury was the most painful. It was precisely because of his unnatural reaction that Zhao Fan saw what was wrong with him.

If it were other problems, Zhao Fan might not be able to see them so easily. However, Zhao Fan had not seen such injuries or eighty or more. In that world where wars were constantly rampant, it would be embarrassing to see anyone without a gunshot wound on his body.
Chapter completed!