Supreme Little Fisherman

  Chapter 784 Iron mouth God!

  Where do you need to do it yourself and ask those bodyguards to beat him to death..."

   Before Wang Bo finished speaking, he was slapped heavily by Chairman Wang and slapped him in circles!

Chairman Wang became more and more angry and yelled: "You really want to die, you bastard! Do you know who this is? This is my savior, Dr. Zhou Anzhou! Even if I see Dr. Zhou, I will You are so respectful, you still dare to think about the property of Miracle Doctor Zhou!"

  Seeing this scene, all the ghosts in Europe and the United States were dumbfounded, and their expressions were as if they were going to heaven:

   "Whote, what the **** is going on?! This young man is actually the savior of Chairman Wang!"

   "Fuck, am I really blind? This is unbelievable!"

  Wang Bo was paralyzed on the ground as if he had lost his bones, his face was pale, and he repeatedly begged Zhou An for mercy:

   "Miraculous doctor Zhou, I was wrong, I was blinded by Taishan, please see it as my first offence, please forgive me!"

  Zhou An glanced like a dead dog, glanced at Wang Bo, who was begging for mercy, and said lightly: "I knew it was so, so why bother!"

   "I really know I was wrong, please spare me!" Wang Bo's face was pale and bloodless, and he didn't look like a **** at all, he was like a running dog wagging his tail at his master.

  …

  Seeing Chairman Wang’s face, Wang Bo’s life was finally spared. Zhou An returned home amidst Chairman Wang’s repeated apologies.

When the phone rang, Zhou An answered the phone, and Zhu Lao's flattering voice came from the other side of the phone: "Master Zhou, my mentor, Mr. Yang, the president of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, hopes to communicate with you. I wonder if you have time to show me your face? "

   Zhou An pondered for a moment and agreed: "Okay."

  Although I am not interested in this kind of thing, Zhu Lao has hard work without credit, so I still have to give him some face.

Hearing Zhou An's words, Mr. Zhu on the other side of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said in a flattering voice: "Thank you, Dr. Zhou, for your face! Thank you, Dr. Zhou, for your face! Tonight, my mentor, Mr. Yang, will have a banquet for you in his medical hall. If you have time, I will drive to pick you up!"

   "No need, you send me the time and place, and I will go there in the evening when I have time." After speaking, Zhou An didn't give Zhu Laomo any more chances, and hung up the phone directly.

  In the evening Zhou An drove to the address Zhu Lao said.

  Looking at the green tiles and flying eaves, and the resplendent front, Zhou An couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Is this Old Yang's Yang's Medical Center?"

  As soon as Zhou An walked into the medical hall, he saw a group of doctors in white coats surrounded by three floors and three floors.

   Zhou An Youyu pushed the crowd away like a fish, and then saw an old man in Tang suit in the middle of the crowd giving acupuncture to the patient and demonstrating it to everyone present.

  The old man in Tang suit holds needles in both hands, like a butterfly piercing flowers, and his acupuncture techniques are extremely proficient.

While doing acupuncture, he explained: "This patient is unconscious. My set of thirteen needles at the ghost gate is specifically for the patient's epilepsy. For ghost seals, ghost palaces, ghost caves, ghost bases, and ghost paths, I only need one set of acupuncture and moxibustion. , the patient's epilepsy improved instantly and the disease was cured!"

After the old man in Tang suit finished speaking, all the silver needles were used up one by one. After the treatment was completed, the last silver needle was put away. The patient suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and bowed to the old man in Tang suit. Full of gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for saving your life. This kindness will never be forgotten!"

  Seeing this wonderful scene of rejuvenation, all the doctors in white coats who watched could not help but gasp:

   "As expected of Mr. Yang, the president of TCM, his acupuncture techniques are superb!"

   "That's right! This is a genius doctor! It's worthy of being the Big Dipper in the province's traditional Chinese medicine circle!"

   "This patient has found the right person! With Mr. Yang's help, he will be cured of all diseases this time!"

  Hearing what everyone said, Zhou An couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

  This old man Yang has indeed reached the pinnacle of acupuncture and moxibustion skills, and the Thirteen Guimen Acupuncture Needles for epilepsy is also the right symptom.

  However, this Elder Yang made a mistake. The patient's epilepsy was not caused by his own neuropathy, but a parasite hidden in his brain.

  Because it is hidden very well, even CT may not be able to see it clearly, but Zhou An can see it clearly with the see-through sky eye!

  Among all the compliments, Zhou An's sneer was very conspicuous.

   It was very refreshing to be flattered by a group of doctors in white coats. Hearing Zhou An's harsh sneer, Mr. Yang immediately looked at Zhou An and sneered:

   "What? Young man, what do you think of my acupuncture? It's all right if you can tell me that you are ugly today. If you can't tell me today, I will call the security guards to come and throw you out of trouble!"

  Hearing what Mr. Yang said, all the doctors in white coats looked at Zhou An and cursed, their eyes wide open:

   "Where did you sneak in the little bastard, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Yang and kowtow to make amends!"

   "That's right! What kind of person is Mr. Yang? The Taishan Beidou in the Chinese medicine world! What kind of dog are you!"

Zhou An was too lazy to take care of these young doctors who looked down on people with dog eyes, and looked at Old Yang with an old god, "Although your thirteen acupuncture needles are indeed suitable for the symptoms, they are treating headaches and treating head and foot pain. It won't be long before the patient will continue to suffer."

  Hearing Zhou An's words, all the doctors in white coats immediately laughed out loud, and their words were full of contempt:

   "What a joke! But a mere little bastard, does he think he is the reincarnation of Bian Que and the resurrection of Hua Tuo?"

   "Exactly! If you dare to play big swords in front of Guan Gong in front of Mr. Yang, even if you don't know how to live or die, give me a limit!"

Zhou An looked directly at Mr. Yang, and with his see-through eyes, he saw all the problems of Mr. Yang's body clearly. With his hands behind his back, he said with an unpredictable look: "Mr. Yang, do you have a bad cervical spine and the pain is unbearable every day? .”

   "Is there a problem with the nose, once you catch a cold, you will have difficulty breathing."

   "Is there a problem with the knee joint? Although it doesn't hinder walking, but every time it rains on a cloudy day, it will hurt and sweat!"

   "You, how do you know?!" Hearing Zhou An's words, Old Yang couldn't help sweating, as if he had no privacy in front of this young man at all.

   These little problems of his have been lingering for many years, but no one has ever known how this young man got it!

   "Just answer me, yes or no!" Zhou An didn't answer Yang Lao's words, but just smiled lightly.

   "Yes, so what! Even if you can see my physical ailments, can you tell that this patient's illness is not serious?" Old Yang's complexion was ugly, but he already had a bit of a stern look on his face.

   "That's natural." Zhou An smiled lightly, as if seeing a doctor was as simple as eating and drinking.

Hearing this, Mr. Yang immediately sneered: "Haha! It's so funny! It's so funny! Young people can boast and talk, but this **** is useless. If everything you say is true, this patient will really fall ill soon. I, Yang, bow to you and apologize!"

  (end of this chapter)