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As a person from the old age, Wang Henian prefers traditional things.

In addition to Peking Opera, there is also Chinese medicine, but Chinese medicine has disappointed him.

Some well-known Chinese medicine practitioners were helpless in the face of his illness, and Wang Henian nearly beat them out.

Since then, Wang Henian has an inexplicable dislike of Chinese medicine, believing that Chinese medicine has been excessively deified by people, and it has reached the point where it is difficult to be veritable under the prestigious reputation.

Seeing Wang Henian staring at Qi Ming suspiciously, Xie Guangkun was secretly proud.

"Qi Ming, Qi Ming, no matter how you can blow it, I haven't seen it through in the end."

Xie Guangkun said contemptuously: "Mr. Qi, please let me know the uniqueness of your Chinese medicine."

"Well, some people should be taught a lesson when they have done it."

Qi Ming smiled coldly and said, "Professor Xie, if you look at it with your eyes wide open, I will let you know what a real Chinese medicine is."

After speaking, Qi Ming motioned to Wang Henian to lie down on the bed, then lifted Wang Henian's quilt, untied his jacket, and took out the golden needle for disinfection.

Wang Henian said nervously: "Mr. Qi, the old man asks you one last time, how confident are you that you can cure my chronic heart disease?"

"Ten percent!"

Qi Ming said decisively.

Although Qi Ming was not completely sure, he was 80% confident, which was enough.

In order to slap Xie Guangkun in the face, Qi Ming decided to use his ability to press the bottom of the box and use Qixing acupuncture to treat Wang Henian's heart disease.

Qixingzhen is the master's housekeeping skill, specializing in the treatment of vascular diseases.

Although Wang Henian does not trust Chinese medicine, he believes in Qi Ming.

If Qi Ming also disappoints himself, Wang Henian decides to spend the rest of his life quietly, not looking for Chinese medicine or Western medicine, so that he can walk more decently.

Seeing Wang Henian's expression of going to the execution ground, Qi Ming said dumbfounded: "Mr. Wang, you don't need to be so nervous. Let's treat the disease instead of beheading. Don't be so scared. Just relax as usual."

In order for Wang Henian to relax, Qi Ming turned on the record player and played the duet between Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan.

Listening to the beautiful singing of the two masters, Wang Henian's muscles became loose and he was immersed in the beautiful melody of Peking Opera.

Upon seeing this, Qi Ming raised his hand to touch the acupuncture points on Wang Henian's body.

In the next moment, Qi Ming pierced the gold needles around Wang Henian's heart, and pressed Wang Henian's atrium and ventricle with both hands.

One click, two clicks, three clicks...

Qi Ming's light and heavy pressing, combined with the unique effects of the golden needle with internal force, helped Wang Henian to rebuild the dilapidated heart and blood vessels.

Wang Henian has little heart problems. The biggest problem lies in the blood vessels connecting the heart.

Staying up late for a long time and eating irregularly led to a large-scale decline in Wang Henian’s immunity.

If the immune system is weakened, the blood supply to the body will naturally go wrong.

Before Qi Ming asked Wang Ce whether Wang Henian was a workaholic when he was young, he was supporting his judgment from the side.

"Wait a minute!"

Xie Guangkun suddenly thought of one thing, Qi Ming didn't seem to anaesthetize Wang Hening...

Hearing Xie Guangkun's reminder, Wang Ce was also dumbfounded.

He was dull by Qi Ming's confident expression just now, and now he remembers, this is a treatment for heart disease, shouldn't he make some necessary preparations for anesthesia?

Qi Ming ignored the two reminders and calmly pressed Wang Henian's atrium and ventricle.

Wang Henian seemed to be asleep, with a gentle snoring sound in his mouth.

Qi Ming raised his left hand and wiped the sweat from his head, then put his hand on Wang Henian's forehead, washing the filth in Wang Henian's blood vessels with pure internal strength.

Xie Guangkun swears that he has never seen this kind of treatment Yang style.

Compared to the last time, it was even more mysterious.

Why are you even using heart compressions?

Not to mention that Wang Henian didn't understand, even the doctors and nurses who came after hearing the news were dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.

Suspecting that Wang Che was ill, he went to the doctor in a hurry, so he randomly found a magic stick from the street and used witchcraft to treat Wang Henian.

How do they know that this is not a witchcraft at all, it is the purest Yang style of Chinese medicine treatment.

Due to the excessive packaging of Chinese medicine and the supernatural being bragged by some businessmen, it has lost its true colors.

Really capable Chinese medicine practitioners are not good at propaganda and packaging. On the contrary, those scammers are popular.

Today, Qi Ming not only wants to heal Wang Henian, but also in front of everyone to clean up the roots of Chinese medicine, and hit Xie Guangkun in the face by the way.

Qi Ming's treatment lasted from noon to evening. Although the ward was full of people, no one spoke up, not even a cough.

At 7:30 in the evening, Qi Ming took his hand away, took a long breath, and said: "Public and ink are waiting."

Wang Ce, who was waiting by the side, hurriedly asked people to find paper and pen.

After a while, Qi Ming took the pen and paper and wrote a dense pile of Yang Yang on it.

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