"What the hell? I'm going to check in the afternoon. Why are we here doing?"

"I didn't eat at noon, and there were three surgeries in the afternoon. I was so busy that my feet were not stuck in the ground. I had to see some Chinese medicine diagnosis. I am a surgeon. Isn't this a disease?"

"Can traditional Chinese medicine cure children's apathy? President Tang probably broke the Chinese medicine complex again! What else can traditional Chinese medicine do besides sticking to the rules and fooling people?"

"That's right, our hospital has no Chinese medicine department. It's already cured."

"You should be careful when you speak later. Maybe you are the juniors of Dean Tang. If you want to support me, don't offend anyone in a daze!"

Tang Xiaojing arranged for Chen Yumeng a VIP ward on the 17th floor. The pink wallpaper has the pattern of Winnie the Pooh and the beige carpet on the ground. The sunlight outside shines into the house through the same pink curtains and falls on a group of people sitting on the light brown fabric sofa in the house.

There were six people sitting on the sofa, which was not too big. Most of them were relatively young, and only one of them looked like they were in their forties and were relatively stable. Although they consciously lowered their voices when they were talking, after all, there were so many people, and the voices still unknowingly reached the corridor outside.

Tang Xiaojing, who was walking side by side with Zhao Fan, vaguely heard some, and smiled at Zhao Fan, a little apology and embarrassment.

Zhao Fan's face was calm, as if he hadn't seen it. He strode to the door of the ward, opened the door and walked in.

The group of people who were talking about it suddenly saw a young man who was smaller than most of them coming in, and was slightly stunned. Then they saw Tang Xiaojing who followed him in, their faces became a little ugly and complicated.

"Not you? So young?"

"Just talk less and just watch, so as not to offend people blindly!"

The two doctors hiding behind were muttering in a low voice. They thought the voice was already very small, but when they looked up, they saw the eyes of several people falling on them. Their faces turned red, and they smiled awkwardly, and they didn't dare to speak again.

“What preparation is needed?”

Tang Xiaojing didn't intend to explain anything to these young people. He nodded at them casually, and turned his gaze to Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan shook his head gently, took off the small bag on his shoulders, and took out the nine Yunlong needles from the bag. Although it was the third time he saw this set of needles, Tang Xiaojing still had a pilgrimage expression on his face, which was very solemn.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside, and the door of the ward was also opened again. Zhao Fan looked up and saw Zhuang Xinyi appearing at the door.

There were still tears on her face, and her expression seemed a little tired. After entering the door, she walked to Zhao Fan without stopping, bent down and bowed to him seriously, and said sincerely: "Thank you for saving me!"

"Don't take it to heart. I have already greeted Dean Tang. You will take care of Mengmeng in the future!"

Zhao Fan smiled and reached out to help her up, pointed to Chen Yumeng, who was sleeping in a coma again on the hospital bed.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before!"

Zhuang Xinyi should have known some things before coming. When she heard this, she bent down again and prepared to bow to Zhao Fan.

But Zhao Fan didn't know that she was so polite. After he finished speaking, he was about to treat Chen Yumeng. He raised his foot and took a step forward. Zhuang Xinyi bowed slightly in a panic, and her smooth forehead hit his chest.

"ah!"

Zhuang Xinyi, who let out a light cry, reached out to support him in panic, trying to retreat a little distance. However, in panic, her hands were too strong, and her feet were hung by a carpet with a little friction, and her body instantly lost balance.

Zhao Fan subconsciously stretched out his hand, and Zhuang Xinyi's slightly hot body came to her arms again.

Zhuang Xinyi's watery eyes fell on Zhao Fan's face, which was close to her. This was the second time the two met. She didn't know how many times she had been hugged in her arms...

"It's so disgusting. Is it here to treat the disease, or to pick up girls?"

"I dare say he must have something to do with Dean Tang. It's a headache. Our hospital originally had Zheng Hong's second-generation ancestor. It seems that another one is coming now!"

The warm fragrance was as soft as the arms, and Zhuang Xinyi was also a little confused. Zhao Fan naturally would not push her away on his own initiative. The two hugged her stiffly for a few seconds. It was just these few seconds, and they kept looking at the doctors here coldly, and there were a few sneers and sarcasm sounds among the doctors here.

After hearing these words, Zhuang Xinyi reacted, her pretty face turned red all the way to her ears, and she lowered her head and ran to the hospital bed.

Zhao Fan glanced at these people's faces with a faint look, and finally fell on Tang Xiaojing's face. If Tang Xiaojing hadn't begged him to give him a chance to let these people see what he needed to treat the child, how could so many people beg him here?

"Shut up!"

Tang Xiaojing's face was not very good-looking. He took a big turn to give these people the opportunity, but was regarded as using power for personal gain. He was really frustrated in his heart, and he wanted to strangle these self-righteous idiots to death.

"Help me disinfect the silver needle!"

Zhao Fan was no longer too lazy to pay attention to the young doctors who were obviously still dissatisfied. He handed the needle capsule in his hand to Zhuang Xinyi, who was at a loss, and arranged a soft sentence.

"He won't use acupuncture? Can children's disorders be cured with acupuncture? Isn't he kidding?"

Although Tang Xiaojing's face turned black, there were still people who were unconsciously aware of it, or perhaps too surprised. When he saw Zhao Fan picking up the silver needle, he subconsciously spoke. But this time, no one responded to him, and everyone focused on the silver needle in Zhao Fan's hand.

Experts can tell if there is any problem. When the silver needle appears in Zhao Fan's hand, he is completely like a different person. He is solemn, solemn, and even with some kind of sacred glory, which makes people dare not desecrate.

He was slow to get the needle down, but his fingers were very stable, and the silver needle almost didn't tremble in his hands.

The child is only three and a half years old, and he has been ill since he was born and looks very thin, so it is difficult to find the acupoints on her body. However, Zhao Fan did not seem to have looked at it too carefully. Every time the silver needle fell, the hearts of the people around him would jump into his throat. After looking carefully, he found that he was very accurate in identifying the acupoints and had no deviation at all.

"It seems that we are making a joke. Only by using this hand to recognize the acupoints, few people in our hospital can compare to him!" A young doctor shook his head gently with a wry smile on his face.

"Shut up!"

Four or five voices sounded low at the same time, and everyone glared at the person who spoke. The man suddenly realized, kept bowing, his face full of apology and embarrassment, and he never dared to make any sound again.

There were ten children in the room, but they were surprisingly quiet. Everyone was focused on watching Zhao Fan pull the needle. From the beginning of disapproval to the full of amazement, it only took a moment to finish it.

Zhuang Xinyi is a very caring girl. While paying attention to the child's situation, she stretched out her hands from time to time and gently helped Zhao Fan wipe the sweat from her forehead.

The silver needle is very light, but it seems to be as heavy as a tremendous amount of magnitude when held by Zhao Fan in his hand.

The room was too quiet, and they could hear each other's breathing, and soon everyone heard a buzzing trembling sound. Looking at the sound, they soon found that this sound was actually from the silver needle in Zhao Fan's hand. It was not until this time that everyone could see clearly that the silver needle was not still in his hand. Instead, it was trembling continuously at an extremely small speed, with a very high frequency.

"Use Qi to help the needle!"

Whether you understand acupuncture or not, seeing these, these four words flashed through everyone's minds almost at the same time.

At the same time, everyone also turned their eyes away from the silver needle in his hand for the first time, and subconsciously landed on his face.

With thick eyebrows, shiny eyes, and clear contours on his face, he is not the most handsome, but he is easily attracted by people. The most important thing is that he is so young.

The more I don’t understand, the more I feel mysterious, and the more I understand, the more I understand awe.

Using Qi to transport acupuncture is a treatment method that combines Chinese martial arts with acupuncture. Both Qi and acupuncture are indispensable. Acupuncture requires long-term practice and sufficient clinical experience to achieve great success. Martial arts also require years of hard practice to practice "qi".

Each of these is unlikely to be something that a young man in his twenties can do, but now, the facts are happening to everyone.

This treatment took nearly two hours. After all, Zhao Fan felt exhausted. After taking back the silver needle on the child, his body swayed. Zhuang Xinyi, who was standing beside him quickly supported him with her hands and eyes. The young doctors all surrounded him and helped him to the sofa beside him.

"Can you please help your child prepare some food? It's best to eat liquid food. She will probably wake up in half an hour." Zhao Fan didn't pay much attention to it. He leaned on the sofa in a comfortable position and said to Zhuang Xinyi.

"Okay, I'll go and prepare right away."

Zhuang Xinyi was slightly stunned, nodded, and quickly left the ward. When she went out, she looked back at the child on the bed. Although it was not that obvious, she obviously felt that the sallow color on her skin seemed to be much lighter.

While feeling happy, he turned his head to look at Zhao Fan again, and found that he had fallen asleep against the sofa after a short time.

"The ancient method of acupuncture and flying meridians can also use Qi to transport acupuncture. No wonder he dares to say that this child's illness will definitely be cured!"

After a long time, Tang Xiaojing looked at Zhao Fan who was already asleep on the sofa, and exclaimed a sigh of praise.

"Director, where did you invite this doctor? We are so embarrassed in front of others this time!"

It seemed that only at this time that a few young people learned what politeness meant. They carefully surrounded Tang Xiaojing, and asked in a low voice with a embarrassed smile on their faces.

"Now I know what it means to be outsiders? I was thinking about it and wanted to hire him to our hospital, but they didn't want to be a doctor at all. By chance, he was able to show his medical skills on site in our hospital, which would give you a long experience."

"This child's illness is probably not something that can be treated in one or two days. Whether you can learn something depends on your ability!"

Tang Xiaojing seemed to have a lesson from a few young people with a calm face. These guys kept nodding, and when they looked at Zhao Fan, they all felt a little regretful.

If they had known this person was so awesome, how could they dare to talk nonsense and not take others seriously?
Chapter completed!